<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:22:34.808+08:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='lve'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Item of Lust'/><category term='Secrecy...'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='occasions'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Vanity'/><category term='Yoyo'/><category term='Tour'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='House'/><category term='work'/><category term='festive'/><title type='text'>A Simple Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes, pace of life become too fast
We lost track of the things that means alot to us
Like, simple pleasures in life...
Why not slow down the pace, and smell the flowers by the roadside...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>506</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1886108320658276996</id><published>2009-08-31T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:04:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>All things change for the better...And for this, I introduce you to...http://autumnzy.wordpress.com!Please show your support at this new site from now on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1886108320658276996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1886108320658276996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1886108320658276996' title='Changes'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-7676253096798825083</id><published>2009-08-29T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:54:01.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><summary type='text'>I pass my final theory!!! After so many hurdles &amp; hiccups.1st attempt: booked, but was rejected by the officer as I only brought along the receipt of payment - naively thought they will allow me entrence. My IC was with the car dealer that time to process the car loan.2nd attempt: I booked &amp; forgot to attend.Facing a mega crisis of my engineering program &amp; completely slip it out of my mind. Yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7676253096798825083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7676253096798825083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7676253096798825083' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1186556180831312658</id><published>2009-08-28T08:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:37:57.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greener pasture is always elsewhere</title><summary type='text'>Real life evidence that pasture is always greener on the other side: When in Lane 1, you think Lane 2 is moving faster. But once you get on Lane 2, Lane 1 seems to be the smoothest lane! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1186556180831312658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1186556180831312658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1186556180831312658' title='Greener pasture is always elsewhere'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1509264556424309171</id><published>2009-08-28T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:29:30.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final theory test</title><summary type='text'>Is no easy feat. I sign-up myself for "pass or money-back guarantee" trial test at singaporetest.com. And after 7 very stressful attempt - finally scored a pass. One must have less than 4 incorrect answer to pass this test. Now I am seriously stress!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1509264556424309171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1509264556424309171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1509264556424309171' title='Final theory test'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-7871231633572401840</id><published>2009-08-27T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:06:12.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salesman tactics</title><summary type='text'>Recently there is a new push-cart stall being set up at Centrepoint basement. And they are promoting hair equipment; it’s either a curler, or a flat iron that boost amazing technology that won’t “damage your hair”.I’m perfectly fine with this.Except that this push-cart employed some ang-moh guy who doesn’t take “No” as an answer, and he just simply couldn’t believe his ears when you tell him you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7871231633572401840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7871231633572401840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7871231633572401840' title='salesman tactics'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-6287457251602761295</id><published>2009-08-25T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:33:52.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><summary type='text'>My first blog entry from iPhone! :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6287457251602761295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6287457251602761295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6287457251602761295' title='First'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2388783484825660550</id><published>2009-08-23T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:13:42.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the aborted foetus go?</title><summary type='text'>The Sunday Times make a report of the aborted foetus.And the fact was greatly disturbing... I wished all these facts were made known to the public earlier. So people will not make abortion the first choice readily.read the story HERE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2388783484825660550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2388783484825660550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2388783484825660550' title='Where did the aborted foetus go?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-6322205421497808180</id><published>2009-08-16T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:02:24.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Obsession</title><summary type='text'>My latest obsession has been the iphone. Everyday i use it to surf net, check email, access facebook AND loading stuff onto facebook. I check for new applications, played new games...It had just opened my eyes to a new world of mobile technology.So for all of you out there, if you are considering for a new phone - get this!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6322205421497808180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6322205421497808180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6322205421497808180' title='New Obsession'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1343862246515266870</id><published>2009-08-13T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:07:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring</title><summary type='text'>Been very occupied lately... not because of work, but the iphone. The stuff it can do truly amaze me. There are thousands of application outside, waiting for me to find out &amp; explore.And i'm not the only busy one...See what's the latest craze for my brother:    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1343862246515266870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1343862246515266870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1343862246515266870' title='Exploring'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SoQ40LFSV2I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sVcYGSOLSfg/s72-c/CIMG1123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4139037783787680647</id><published>2009-07-28T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:04:04.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lve'/><title type='text'>Two Side of the Coin</title><summary type='text'>Grumpy and I had yet another talk on the issues of punctuality.And amidst the arguement, a statement came out..."I had purposedly waited for you to knock off so I can fetch you home. Coz you told me you hated the taxi rides, they make you sick. And you can't rest coz the taxi-uncle keep talking toy you."I haven't count on him to remember such a casual remark. Especially since that I had said this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4139037783787680647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4139037783787680647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4139037783787680647' title='Two Side of the Coin'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3449143924328418219</id><published>2009-07-23T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:38:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have had enough of waiting</title><summary type='text'>Isn't my time, TIME?How can I insert the word "PUNCTUAL" into your dictionary?I am just sick to the core...Just when my day is at it's worst, I still have to wait. Forever a 2nd-class citizen. I'm always there for support &amp; care, but all these are always not around when I need it. Only the damn WAIT it around.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3449143924328418219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3449143924328418219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3449143924328418219' title='i have had enough of waiting'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1968461584502013713</id><published>2009-07-22T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:01:38.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><summary type='text'>It’s not the sight of the big pool of blood on the road that affects me, but the bloody helmet that had dropped to the side of the road and had stopped by the traffic light. It sent shivers down my spine and a dread feeling settled at the pit of my stomach. I worried about the state of the cyclist’s head, since the helmet had flown off such a distance.One side of the motorcycle was totally ruined</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1968461584502013713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1968461584502013713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1968461584502013713' title='Accident'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4464415132942361306</id><published>2009-07-20T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:57:46.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marriage Train</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever feel like you just don’t love your spouse anymore?The fact is, love is not dependent on our feelings &amp; emotions. The fact is feelings come &amp; go. None of us always feels intensely romance and loving towards our spouse.In a genuine love relationship, there are times of closeness and caring, but there are also times of distance and disinterest.And worst of all, there are times of apathy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4464415132942361306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4464415132942361306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4464415132942361306' title='The Marriage Train'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5645223993031273108</id><published>2009-07-18T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:40:52.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><title type='text'>picture of me</title><summary type='text'>I love this picture!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5645223993031273108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5645223993031273108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5645223993031273108' title='picture of me'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SmGKF_rwDII/AAAAAAAAAlI/kXot6TDSiCs/s72-c/CIMG0916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3867494968244515727</id><published>2009-07-16T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:49:39.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secrecy...'/><title type='text'>Stained...</title><summary type='text'>I don’t even know that I am so affected, much more on the reason why.But when he mentioned about thank-you speeches on the way home last night, the sharp pinch I experienced is real. It’s been a month, and I thought I have gotten over it –Apparently not.Is it because he didn’t give credit when it’s due? Or the fact that he CAN lie with a straight face? Or the decision not to tell the truth, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3867494968244515727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3867494968244515727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3867494968244515727' title='Stained...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5073366228213069918</id><published>2009-07-12T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:15:59.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Day 4 Hong Kong - The Peak</title><summary type='text'>Level 3 typhoon warning has been hoisted for the whole day. But bring 2 ignorant Singaporeans, we still make our way to the peak. WITHOUT UMBRELLA. After a handkerchief-twisting ride up the hill (the train was going at an incline of 50 degree!), we both made it up there. The wind was so scary I have problem standing firmly on my two feet. I'll let the picture do the talking... Not all bad things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5073366228213069918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5073366228213069918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5073366228213069918' title='Day 4 Hong Kong - The Peak'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SljVTSSe0qI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9ky2ii1jklo/s72-c/CIMG1031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3090156412174155176</id><published>2009-07-11T08:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:31:40.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong day 3 - Sale!!!!</title><summary type='text'>It's the Shopping at the Central today. So needless to say, the card suffered.The Summer-sale here put GSS to shame. Everything was going at 50-70% off! pow that's what I called a decent sale. 20-30% is nothing much really.And the suduction of 40%-off Prada items made us brave, taking a bus to HK's residential area to Prada factory outlet. The bus ride was a nerve-breaking 30+ min. But our lucky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3090156412174155176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3090156412174155176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3090156412174155176' title='Hong Kong day 3 - Sale!!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SljL0jCQwFI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ksMxENULy5Y/s72-c/CIMG0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5324083003334329345</id><published>2009-07-10T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:00:50.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong Day 2 - Lantau Island</title><summary type='text'>It's been a real work out today.Lautau Island demand sweat &amp; hard work from everyone, and in return, it will give you... tan lines. Thanks to the "perfect weather for photo-taking", I now have a permenent T-shirt imprint on my body.Talking about souvenirs! :(Luckily, there's always another side of the coin, and that will be the mouth-dropping scenery from on top the cable car. I didn't expect to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5324083003334329345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5324083003334329345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5324083003334329345' title='Hong Kong Day 2 - Lantau Island'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SlYgxH0jNKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BNazU96LAiE/s72-c/CIMG0855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-7971058997732486915</id><published>2009-07-09T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:16:00.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong Day 1</title><summary type='text'>We walked the whole of today!!Scavenging the whole of Mongkok for Fancl House. Only to realised we got the instruction wrong. All the passerbys we asked for directions told us the same thing - the shop is in the train station (火车站）but we had circled Mongkok MTR station for several round and had not spotted it.It is actually at the Grand Central Plaza, the choo-choo train station, not modern train</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7971058997732486915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7971058997732486915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7971058997732486915' title='Hong Kong Day 1'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SlTDnCklZ4I/AAAAAAAAAkA/msjIVvHhkHA/s72-c/CIMG0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2627455369104340732</id><published>2009-07-04T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:59:50.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoyo'/><title type='text'>New Style</title><summary type='text'>AlphaPets had a new freelance groomer who had learn under a Japanese groomer. So WenJun suggest Yoyo to try out the "Japanese" puppycut. Cute right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2627455369104340732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2627455369104340732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2627455369104340732' title='New Style'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/Sk98SGp8hBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/w5r1WO6y7ZQ/s72-c/CIMG0774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-6735708715742282941</id><published>2009-07-03T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:21:28.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional Photo</title><summary type='text'>Hubby managed to get the photos from the organizer. I'm awed!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6735708715742282941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6735708715742282941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6735708715742282941' title='Additional Photo'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SkzeEPEt3DI/AAAAAAAAAjg/KnhQ_AIrJEs/s72-c/P1000717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5402499867686976104</id><published>2009-06-29T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:17:48.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Item of Lust'/><title type='text'>Vios G-class</title><summary type='text'>We finally got our very first car today - 28th June 2009!It's a little blackie. And the whole day today was spend fussing over it. From the time we "collect" him at 3pm, right up to 10pm!Shall post up pictures soon!In the meanwhile, I am looking for red tissue-bix holder. If anyone saw anything nice, please let me know! :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5402499867686976104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5402499867686976104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5402499867686976104' title='Vios G-class'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-8426164493265877524</id><published>2009-06-23T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:45:49.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'll Be Like You...</title><summary type='text'>If one hasn’t notice, I’m a fan of the “Focus on the Family” column in TODAY paper, which I get to read from the office. Today’s article is called “Look in the mirror” and it had strung an emo-cord in me… -sniff-Do you want to see what kind of men &amp; women your children will grow up to be? Take a look into the mirror.A wise man once said, “The foot-steps a child follows are often those that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8426164493265877524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8426164493265877524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8426164493265877524' title='I&apos;ll Be Like You...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-8507567505845656571</id><published>2009-06-18T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:53:09.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sick at home</title><summary type='text'>I'm breathless, and coughing like mad ...And the medication is making me sooo groggy.Bad things aside, I managed to sold off my giant Lenovo lappie for $180!Cash Convertor Rocks!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8507567505845656571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8507567505845656571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8507567505845656571' title='Sick at home'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5838400739219079754</id><published>2009-06-14T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:35:02.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><summary type='text'>Got to do another 2 test, one is called the echo-something... where they use the ultra-sound to hear the heart beat and to check on the condition of the valve. Doc said there are normally 2 scenerio for MVP:1) the patient grows older, and the muscle in the heart strengthen. Closing the valve without the need of surgery2) the patient grows older the muscle detoriate, leaving a even bigger gap. In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5838400739219079754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5838400739219079754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5838400739219079754' title='Update...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1908198673566715235</id><published>2009-06-11T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:16:18.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Check-up tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>I'm finally going to see the heart specialist....After 11 years.And I'm going for a variety of reasons:-because of the frequent chest pain I'm experiencing-because of the racing heart in the middle of the day-because I want to see how far back I can push to have a kid... safely.-because I don't want to make Grumpy a rich man (heh!)Will be updating soon...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1908198673566715235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1908198673566715235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1908198673566715235' title='Check-up tomorrow'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-8678149547998419007</id><published>2009-06-10T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:19:42.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate being the second class citizen.If communication is only one-way, then I rather there be no communication at all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8678149547998419007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8678149547998419007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8678149547998419007' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-7116280678621075875</id><published>2009-06-05T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:49:56.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Servant Spouse</title><summary type='text'>Marriages that thrive are those where both husband &amp; wife develop a servant mentality, looking for ways to meet each other’s needs.It doesn’t take a big expansive gift to thrill your mate.Just noticing what she needs &amp; being willing to step in and help goes a long way towards making her life easier.Don’t wait for her to ask before helping around the house. Take time to make the bed, or put in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7116280678621075875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7116280678621075875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7116280678621075875' title='The Servant Spouse'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-6393173576150570845</id><published>2009-06-03T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:42:34.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>A salute to Dr George Tiller</title><summary type='text'>For not giving in to the pressure while he is alive.For seeing the situation in another perspective.He could have taken the easier way out and left the “family business” that he inherited. But he had stayed on, the giving American women the right to say their goodbyes to their deformed/disabled child with dignity. His work saved them from the trauma that would otherwise fall upon them, having no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6393173576150570845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6393173576150570845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6393173576150570845' title='A salute to Dr George Tiller'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3472812792724573403</id><published>2009-06-02T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:56:15.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Terminator: Salvation</title><summary type='text'>Is such a disappointment.The story line doesn’t make sense – why is the father so much younger than the John Conner? My colleague said you have to watch the John Conner serial in order to understand.My point is - if the viewer has to do that, obviously it has failed being a movie. It’s more like a sequel to the serial.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3472812792724573403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3472812792724573403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3472812792724573403' title='Terminator: Salvation'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5462110221435225178</id><published>2009-05-29T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:44:22.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>智理名言</title><summary type='text'>真正的好朋友并不是在一起就有聊不完的话题而是在一起 就算不说话也不会感到尴尬。。。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5462110221435225178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5462110221435225178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5462110221435225178' title='智理名言'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-8052504885976660945</id><published>2009-05-26T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:59:59.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far East Flora @ Thomson</title><summary type='text'>We made a trip to Far East Flora last week, as Grumpy has his own office now, and we are looking for some plants for decor.In the end, I got something as well!Attracted by the colour, this pot very nice hor? I can do some planting!*thinking of 101 reason to buy the pot back*No matter what, buy it home first!Final outcome - I transport my 3 mini plants in the office into this red pot. I saw this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8052504885976660945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8052504885976660945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8052504885976660945' title='Far East Flora @ Thomson'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/Sht3m0mzhwI/AAAAAAAAAik/FLLgZfGiOYc/s72-c/CIMG0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2471922535336341368</id><published>2009-05-22T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:18:16.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Fantasy Vs Reality</title><summary type='text'>On the 3rd Anniversary of my ROM, I received a loving Good-morning SMS from Grumpy.Such a refreshing change, bring us back to the time of early romance.~Singing: Love is in the Air~In reality...It's because he was called away for an Agency Retreat and was AWAY FROM HOME. I spent my ROM anniversary by myself with Yoyo, who was the Even-grumpier Old lady coz her "Gor-Gor" is not back to sleep with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2471922535336341368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2471922535336341368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2471922535336341368' title='Fantasy Vs Reality'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-9097779402404562059</id><published>2009-05-20T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:08:00.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoyo'/><title type='text'>Yoyo the Kicker Saves the Day!</title><summary type='text'>I have not been using my Tivoli for some time. So yesterday, I dig it up to use, since I now want to bring a novel with me on train trip.While I was sitting by the bed clearing the bag for usage, I took out a stack of bill that i brought to the office the other time to clear and place it on the bed, ready to throw it away. Part of it poked Yoyo's leg. Irritated, she kicked the bills away and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/9097779402404562059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/9097779402404562059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#9097779402404562059' title='Yoyo the Kicker Saves the Day!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-682594631110452398</id><published>2009-05-13T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:12:29.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Good things... Like the Bad, Don't come in just one.</title><summary type='text'>I had been officially on the waiting list for Red Vernis Card Holder (5 inch) for a year last month. And I have sort of resigned to the fact that LV won't be bringing this item in EVER AGAIN. As the attendent told me the sale in Singapore was only meant for the V.Day Limited Edition Special 2008 and most likely won't be producing again.LV motto strike again - It's not about the money, it's about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/682594631110452398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/682594631110452398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#682594631110452398' title='Good things... Like the Bad, Don&apos;t come in just one.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-8295990495300606961</id><published>2009-05-05T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:24:20.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Promotion</title><summary type='text'>Dear FriendsJust for your info, Harris@SUNTEC is running a sale of 25% for all regular price books. Fictions in the Bargain Corner are half-priced.So if you are keen to get any books, the promotion is till 17th May 2009.:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8295990495300606961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8295990495300606961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8295990495300606961' title='Promotion'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1152248888736529962</id><published>2009-05-04T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:04:19.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Patch</title><summary type='text'>It's 1 week to term commencement, so it's that crazy period again.Working hours had been hectic and crazy. With all the admin work screaming for urgency &amp; different student's/University's request, I am again at the edge of the wall...2 more week to easier breathing...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1152248888736529962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1152248888736529962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1152248888736529962' title='Rough Patch'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1440530086724204289</id><published>2009-04-28T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:42:43.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth is finally out.</title><summary type='text'>So it seems, Meimei is having a phobia of the pee-tray now. According to eye-witness (Mum), she was pooing a few days earlier, and the poo got stuck. How the poo got stuck, it’s due to the wonderful digestive system. When Meimei ingested hair accidentally, it got processed and come out with poo, but hair, being just a thread, will not get pull out entirely by the poo. So the result is… the poo is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1440530086724204289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1440530086724204289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1440530086724204289' title='The truth is finally out.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1405001410015267275</id><published>2009-04-24T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:26:01.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoyo'/><title type='text'>Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child</title><summary type='text'>Meimei had a spanking today.It’s been ages since I really raise my hand at her. It pains me, but what had to be, has to be done.Every morning, after I have changed &amp; make-uped, I’ll have a cuddle with her before carrying her out to the living room. Out, she will say “Good Morning” to her teddy before heading to the kitchen to pee and wait for her morning treat.This morning, I didn’t carry her to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1405001410015267275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1405001410015267275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1405001410015267275' title='Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2657972755607133848</id><published>2009-04-23T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:54:48.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Storm...</title><summary type='text'>It looked like the strong gust of wind last night swept through the whole of Singapore. The Westerners (Jurong), Northerners (Woodlands/Yishun), Easterners (Tampines) and Southerners (Bukit Ho Swee) all experience it.For myself, I was doing the laundry when it struck. Suddenly I saw dried leaves flying outside my 12-floor kitchen windows, twister-style. Looking up, the whole sky was red in colour</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2657972755607133848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2657972755607133848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2657972755607133848' title='A Storm...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3190000312192667012</id><published>2009-04-19T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:18:39.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 symptoms of a Singaporean Driver</title><summary type='text'>1) When the light turns amber, you step on the accelerator and speed past it. You are not surprise that the cars on your left, right and back did the same.(Grumpy is gulity of this)2) When the light turn green, and swear &amp; horn the car in front of you for slow reaction. "Must be an old uncle driver." However, when you are the first at the traffic light, and the car behind horn you, you swear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3190000312192667012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3190000312192667012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3190000312192667012' title='3 symptoms of a Singaporean Driver'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3726205293501545574</id><published>2009-04-07T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:28:39.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>A Simple Email...</title><summary type='text'>Is what it takes to topple the balanced scale.But what may be going in the writer’s mind? Is it the green-eyed monster in him/her that prompts this tale-carrying email? Unhappy that the person might be more successful, more well-liked, or even prettier in appearance sense?It’s apparent that this person seeks pleasure in the unhappiness that has been caused to the subject of jealousy. An </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3726205293501545574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3726205293501545574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3726205293501545574' title='A Simple Email...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5842575623331977605</id><published>2009-04-03T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:36:27.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Shopaholics</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it’s the nonchalant ways, or maybe it’s the way he had fallen in love without realizing it. I know it! it must be the slight shadow of facial hair that I’ve always got a thing for…I find him very attractive. Go watch it, girls. You all know I’m not a fan of chick-flicks. But this one passed my review (if you asked me).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5842575623331977605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5842575623331977605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5842575623331977605' title='Shopaholics'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SdWSEby28cI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7vwvdSUmW-Y/s72-c/mv.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-6058536309752186455</id><published>2009-03-27T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:12:41.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another episode that emphasize the poor fate of dogs.They can’t tell you that they are in pain; they can’t tell you that they are suffering. All they have is the faith &amp; trust in you that you can make everything right again.But how many owners actually show enough attention to notice something is wrong? How many owners will not care about the money and just focus on getting their dogs healthy &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6058536309752186455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6058536309752186455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6058536309752186455' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3038600796398284875</id><published>2009-03-26T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:25:44.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Indulgence</title><summary type='text'>One more new collection. Hee HeeWas trying to decide between the new Boetie or the Tate Damier, which I had decided long ago.Tate Wins. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3038600796398284875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3038600796398284875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3038600796398284875' title='Indulgence'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2827743941471027154</id><published>2009-03-23T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:26:52.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Wrong Sequence</title><summary type='text'>The sequence is all wrong.The correct order should be:1 – Hit the club2 – Order shots or order drinks and drown it all down3 – Get high4 – Hit the dance floor &amp; dance the high away5 – Go home soberBut Saturday at St. James turn out otherwise.1 – Hit the clubBut there wasn’t much crowded, which lead to no mood to dance. DID NOT drink.2 – Watch performance soberly3 – Play guessing number games </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2827743941471027154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2827743941471027154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2827743941471027154' title='Wrong Sequence'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-85566483186113428</id><published>2009-03-18T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:54:18.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Other Side of the Scale…</title><summary type='text'>THEN, 1970sThe government encouraged couples to “stop at 2”. I am sure the advertisements of children sharing the food – the more children, the less food each gets – are still etched in most baby boomers’ mind.NOW, 2009The government is encouraging couple to “not stop at 2”, the more the merrier, baby bonus increase with direct relations to the no. of kids you have.THEN, 1970sGovernment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/85566483186113428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/85566483186113428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#85566483186113428' title='The Other Side of the Scale…'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5307049639373349619</id><published>2009-02-20T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:28:46.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Penny of Thought</title><summary type='text'>A lot of people had been asking me on the “new marriage life". Well being co-habiting for past 5 years had not made the marriage life “new” but “legal”.But talking on marriage life, I think the greatest assurance &amp; happiness that one can have being married is that you start and end your day (and everyday from then on) with the love of your life. He/She is the first person you see when you open </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5307049639373349619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5307049639373349619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5307049639373349619' title='Penny of Thought'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-7746505378405883441</id><published>2009-02-12T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:28:42.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Impressed</title><summary type='text'>A whole new respect for my boss-Salute-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7746505378405883441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7746505378405883441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7746505378405883441' title='Impressed'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5456017145875535156</id><published>2009-02-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:40:22.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Women...</title><summary type='text'>Ellie sent me via email.. and i find it oh-so-true...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5456017145875535156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5456017145875535156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5456017145875535156' title='Women...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SZKO20ENcsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/GvCkAdDRIak/s72-c/women.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-6691836906950455982</id><published>2008-12-30T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:28:07.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party 2008!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6691836906950455982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6691836906950455982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6691836906950455982' title='Christmas Party 2008!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-255904278553945842</id><published>2008-12-02T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:57:16.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;D 2008</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/255904278553945842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/255904278553945842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#255904278553945842' title='D&amp;D 2008'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4228863359542234665</id><published>2008-12-01T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:04:14.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>A Night at the Oscar.. I won!</title><summary type='text'>Standing up there on the stage, trembling, face-to-face with 170+ colleagues that had turned up for the annual D&amp;D, I could feel my legs slowly went weak... my smile was frozen on my face in an awkward manner (I think!) and I am so afraid my 4-inch stilettos would give way on the stage.Did I mention I was trembling? Just how the hell did I end up here!?As the emcee called out the names that were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4228863359542234665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4228863359542234665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4228863359542234665' title='A Night at the Oscar.. I won!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/STQIzjobTxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/dcEP2URcaOU/s72-c/CIMG0448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1776737764026774015</id><published>2008-11-22T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:53:18.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Noise Pollution</title><summary type='text'>He is loud, seeking every opportunity to be heard.Including irrelevant stuff to the discussion and confusing everyone, making senseless comments. When there is nothing to say, he make wierd noise so everyone in the meeting will know he is there.He is a classic model for people to use this line:-"Can someone shove a c*** into his damn mouth? He's too noisy!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1776737764026774015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1776737764026774015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1776737764026774015' title='Noise Pollution'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3644663963568868291</id><published>2008-11-20T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:14:41.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robinsons Close-door Sale</title><summary type='text'>An exclusive Prudential event, I am truly impressed.Guests were treated to champagne, sweet treats like pastries &amp; chocolates throughout your whole shopping experience. There was also the SANTA (early christmas?) and a magician who will perform randomly, sometimes getting the shoppers to assist... and ended up being surprised!A very unique experience as every Robinsons sale resemble a war zone, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3644663963568868291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3644663963568868291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3644663963568868291' title='Robinsons Close-door Sale'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-604321497558834487</id><published>2008-10-20T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:25:32.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics!</title><summary type='text'>please check out my wedding blog!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/604321497558834487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/604321497558834487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#604321497558834487' title='Wedding Pics!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5580372754828531190</id><published>2008-10-09T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:15:53.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoyo'/><title type='text'>Yoyo the Angel!!</title><summary type='text'> CUTE?The new harness, so angelic... Quite expensive, but I just couldn't resist!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5580372754828531190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5580372754828531190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5580372754828531190' title='Yoyo the Angel!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SOzqi5RZruI/AAAAAAAAAfU/wiPiyQGuv_8/s72-c/CIMG0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-314666227365324531</id><published>2008-10-05T22:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:04:37.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoyo'/><title type='text'>World Animal Day 2008</title><summary type='text'>Being an animal -Dog- how can Yoyo miss this important day? (Nevermind that she already missed 6) Anyway, that aside, today is Yoyo's first beach trip! Here's the photos! Yoyo's first trip with new friend - KiKiChasing the waves!Resting...Happy Day for both of us!And here's some of the pictures from the event itself. A big gathering for lotsa dogs, big &amp; small. There's a lot of articles to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/314666227365324531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/314666227365324531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#314666227365324531' title='World Animal Day 2008'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SOjRPUzFVZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/75aLLDhbkcY/s72-c/CIMG0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2654355572141652363</id><published>2008-09-24T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:45:31.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR &amp; DREAD</title><summary type='text'>I was back at my Granny's, a very green house with green gates, green door and window grills. In this house there was a black cat and I hate it, coz she will always bully my Princess.Then I heard the all-familiar half-growl-half-meow sound, and a hiss. I quickly went over to the living room to look for Yoyo. I only saw the cat, in one corner, hissing away. Was it my imagination, or was there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2654355572141652363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2654355572141652363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2654355572141652363' title='FEAR &amp; DREAD'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2622749864113261297</id><published>2008-09-07T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:48:49.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Set</title><summary type='text'>Saw the filming at Marina Square on the latest show lead by Quan Yifeng.And quickly took a shot from my mobile...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2622749864113261297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2622749864113261297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2622749864113261297' title='On The Set'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SMP3OQ2SMMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/eJ4A_HAw8fQ/s72-c/P0409080000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-124680188885679453</id><published>2008-08-29T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:47:40.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mission</title><summary type='text'>Juggling has been proven to sharpen the mind for more quick &amp; precise decision-making. It trains the mind to multi-task and improve the hand-eye coordination. It reduces stress, and is fun (if you allows it).in short, it's supposed to turn you into a super-being, or something along that line.That's the new mission given to all the staff, we are to master the art of juggling, in 3 months.Believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/124680188885679453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/124680188885679453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#124680188885679453' title='New Mission'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3959200614786179520</id><published>2008-08-19T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:21:07.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinky</title><summary type='text'>Was reading The New Paper on the bus today with Grumpy... the article that was talking about the new maternity incentive caught our attention...Grumpy: (on the "What help can childless couple get") Are we considered "Childless couple"?Me: No, childless couple refers to those who want kids, but unable to conceive naturally. We are considered the "DINKYS" Dual income, no kids yet...Grumpy: DINKYS?.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3959200614786179520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3959200614786179520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3959200614786179520' title='Kinky'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-3030706202591645120</id><published>2008-07-22T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:17:50.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have saved all the "girl" SMSes. It always left me feeling warm &amp; fuzzy and so loved to receive it.Turn out I'm not the only "girl" he sends it to. Although it probably don't mean anything (or maybe it do). IT HURTS.Right on the most vulnerable spot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3030706202591645120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/3030706202591645120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3030706202591645120' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-11505550134871096</id><published>2008-07-20T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:07.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Long Wait... I finally got it!</title><summary type='text'>Tivoli PM! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/11505550134871096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/11505550134871096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#11505550134871096' title='After a Long Wait... I finally got it!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SINc4-Kb6pI/AAAAAAAAAVc/uZr_wH4Ks_c/s72-c/CIMG0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-7224461967669895514</id><published>2008-07-20T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:09.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Bangkok 2009</title><summary type='text'>Going Bangkok had been a yearly affair, but still, it holds much excitment for me. On this trip, we had tried a new hotel - Baiyoke Boutique Hotel. It's cheap, clean &amp; comfortable, but it still have some way to go towards lavish. The decor within the hotel is modern &amp; nice, but not of the top quality which we were used to. In fact, in the room, it reminds you of a normal HDB flat. The lobby:A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7224461967669895514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7224461967669895514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7224461967669895514' title='Bangkok 2009'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SINXq6eyVOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QWFWU2oSwAk/s72-c/CIMG0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5878197771989117627</id><published>2008-06-05T22:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:11.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LG KS20</title><summary type='text'>iPhone not having enough stock in the US turns out to be a blessing for me. I got this instead - LG KS20.I have had it for a week already, the 7-day one-for-one exchage is officially over. So since the phone is a glossy black all over, which is also a finger print magnet. I brought it for a G-mask over.BackFront &amp; the operation pageIt has a very cool quick dial pageWhen you click on the picture, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5878197771989117627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5878197771989117627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5878197771989117627' title='LG KS20'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SEgHLBe-SjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hhV-kpAk1e8/s72-c/CIMG0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-7055987010708603565</id><published>2008-05-18T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:13.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoyo'/><title type='text'>Transition Period</title><summary type='text'>I got Yoyo a new soft toy on Tuesday. This is to slowly replace her old comfort pillow - Smelly Teddy.Old smelly Teddy Bear. This bear had keep Yoyo company for the past two years, after the old piglet retired. She is super attached to this bear.Sidenote: The white piece of the cloth on the neck? That's actually the T-shirt!The new successor. Grumpy calls it "Boyfriend in Boxer", but I name it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7055987010708603565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7055987010708603565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7055987010708603565' title='Transition Period'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SC-yUui7YpI/AAAAAAAAARs/siTbRDOep-Q/s72-c/CIMG0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-7693458865862152692</id><published>2008-05-17T00:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:15.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><summary type='text'>Things have finally cleared up, and I can breathe properly again. Classes for my both programs had commence smoothly, and the handover are at the very last phrase of discussion.The UniSA visit passed in a twinkle, and we had quite alot of fun with them.And their highlight of this trip, the duck tour. A treat from all of us:The scenery is fantastic, i felt like a tourist in my own country. How </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7693458865862152692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7693458865862152692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7693458865862152692' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/SC28jei7YjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AieMdXDYKCw/s72-c/CIMG0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2905719412149352581</id><published>2008-04-27T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:52:40.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>DOOMSDAY: 1 popcorn</title><summary type='text'>Out of five, that is.The whole show can be concluded in just one word - LAME.First, virus attack, people left to die in half of Britain, by a wall that has initially served as dam. Motion detector were set up, even the poor rabbit who search for grass too close to the wall, were machine-gunned to death...Virus contained. 25 years later, virus appear again, this time in the healthy half of country</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2905719412149352581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2905719412149352581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2905719412149352581' title='DOOMSDAY: 1 popcorn'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-8756554650915614902</id><published>2008-04-18T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:30:49.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Year:</title><summary type='text'>"Baobei, you don't have to pick this because of me. We can still take Carlton if you want to. Afterall this is your wedding, I want it to be the one you want, your ideal one. And not accomodate me because of the cost"Just because of this, I'll use my life to love you.And yes, I really like Rendevous over Carlton. It's true...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8756554650915614902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8756554650915614902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8756554650915614902' title='Quote of the Year:'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2403155397743995390</id><published>2008-04-08T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:43:33.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Philosophy in Life...</title><summary type='text'>Is "You Only Live Once, Don't Live to Regret"It is this thinking that had set me on a different path from most people. I was being labelled "Rebellious" by my mum since a very young age, but that is because I stand by what I believe. When I get older, the labelled was changed to "Stubborn", cause I'll make my own decision, ignoring her rantings (and nagging).The first major decision I had made, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2403155397743995390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2403155397743995390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2403155397743995390' title='Philosophy in Life...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-8363982585801670450</id><published>2008-04-06T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:16.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoyo'/><title type='text'>Yoyo's New Haircut</title><summary type='text'>Seems like she left her ears with the groomer. LOL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8363982585801670450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8363982585801670450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8363982585801670450' title='Yoyo&apos;s New Haircut'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/R_e54FYDFlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jju1f5nIsKM/s72-c/CIMG0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-7085704933545520010</id><published>2008-03-24T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:48:57.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing it</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm losing the touch.I use to do my blog skin with ease, choosing what I want, editting it with FrontPage, and viola! you have it on site already.This time, is the 3rd attempt in doing this.It's either the alignment that's the right, or the posts don't show up at all!*frustrating*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7085704933545520010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/7085704933545520010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7085704933545520010' title='Losing it'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2445958037484663063</id><published>2008-03-23T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:30:12.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Project</title><summary type='text'>I've started on a another project in my life -- Customary Wedding. Yes, after the 2-year long wait, it's finally happening. :)Last Sunday, 16th March 2007, we attended a Wedding Fair by Carlton Hotel.It's there, I signed my wedding package from La belle Couture.In case you are wondering, here's the stuff. It's definitely not the cheapest in the market, nor is it the grandest. So far, the feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2445958037484663063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2445958037484663063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2445958037484663063' title='A New Project'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4374828965218525663</id><published>2008-03-13T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:44:10.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Office Talk</title><summary type='text'>I hate the birthday celebrations in my office, they are so surface, insincere &amp; SOP.Once the birthday song is over, the whole department will wack the food, leaving the birthday boy/girl to distribute the birthday cake. The time taken to distribute the cakes is the same for the people to finish up the most popular/delicious food. So by the time you are done distributing, you will be left with the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4374828965218525663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4374828965218525663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4374828965218525663' title='Office Talk'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2522107504931792218</id><published>2008-03-12T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:36:39.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong</title><summary type='text'>Dunno what's wrong with my background.I tried uploading the picture again, but the result is an unaligned blog. With the posts &amp; info all not in order.:(I so miss my leggies!Till then, let the pink blind you ba. (Can't seem to find anything in RED. Angry)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2522107504931792218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2522107504931792218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2522107504931792218' title='What&apos;s Wrong'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4402411960677120285</id><published>2008-02-23T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:16.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Item of Lust'/><title type='text'>Victoria Secrets</title><summary type='text'>Every few months, the itch for SV stuff will creep onto me. And you will find me surfing feverishly on their website.Now, there's finally a channel to get the clothes! Saw this, love it to bits.But I think it's too risky to buy, just from this picture (with the model in sitting position) it is impossible to get a full view of the dress. I can't feel the material, thus, I won't know if the quality</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4402411960677120285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4402411960677120285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4402411960677120285' title='Victoria Secrets'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/R7-eAClz0tI/AAAAAAAAAMg/49DZPKHJ3eg/s72-c/shirt.dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2813966909235598364</id><published>2008-02-19T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:40:29.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Vicious Cycle</title><summary type='text'>Girl has lotsa bags &amp; accessories.....Girl has no place to store them....Girl buys new cabinet to keep everything....Turn out there's still so much space not fill-up....Girl has to buy more bags &amp; accessories to fill up the space</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2813966909235598364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2813966909235598364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2813966909235598364' title='Vicious Cycle'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4021170646352716428</id><published>2008-02-14T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:13:03.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>From the Deep...</title><summary type='text'>Just like the splinter in the thumb, it's too small to cause any damage, or draw any blood.But it just drives you nuts with the annoying pain.丑人多做怪, it can't hold more truth than this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4021170646352716428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4021170646352716428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4021170646352716428' title='From the Deep...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1955156150154403205</id><published>2008-01-11T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:19.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 Part 2 (NOT)</title><summary type='text'>I have received all the pictures!! And it seems like, if I'm going to go by day, I will have to keep posting till 2009, I'm going to shortlist, and post a few of my favorite!At the "secret bag shop", accompanying my colleague for their spree. The night scenery of Shanghai, marve-marvellous! Group dinner, by my ex-coll's client. he's some Operation Director in Shanghai, automobile company. Name? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1955156150154403205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1955156150154403205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1955156150154403205' title='Day 1 Part 2 (NOT)'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/R5bJhnZ43iI/AAAAAAAAALY/9Xv_xjvCM4c/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5853155798472473570</id><published>2008-01-11T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:19.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><title type='text'>Winter, enhancing LOVE</title><summary type='text'>Day 1: Shanghai, -2DegThe cold air hit upon my face like a block of wood the moment I step out of the plane. I'm amazed that there are air-port still using the "bus to terminal" service. And I'm not the only one, there's two ladies from Singapore who were just wearing T-shirt &amp; pants, thinking the air-port should tunnels to terminal, and a heater to keep the travellors warm. Wrong twice.Well, the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5853155798472473570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5853155798472473570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5853155798472473570' title='Winter, enhancing LOVE'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/R4ZM1G-2JmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/J5zNztdThl4/s72-c/CIMG1926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-2621546782323883021</id><published>2007-12-17T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:22.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Xmas Feast</title><summary type='text'>Our Director has been very generous, to plan a early Christmans feast for the whole sales team.The feast, consisting of KFC, and Pizzas. The official door bitch, Director's PA Everyone, pigging out... Door gifts for everyone! Door gifts = Happy people CHEERS! And presenting, our very kind &amp; generous host (No, i'm not bootlicking) He's really the nicest boss around, throughout my 5months here, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2621546782323883021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/2621546782323883021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2621546782323883021' title='Xmas Feast'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/R2Zpz2-2JbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rNo6hgZvQpM/s72-c/IMG_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4004006571052859374</id><published>2007-12-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:22.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>My Job, A New World Out There</title><summary type='text'>The Program Director of the University of South Australia, who is also my program's Program Director, was in town to do the induction on the Orientation. Together with him, is a senior lecturer as well.They are very nice people to work with. :) I'm so looking forward to their next trip already! P/S: Foreign men are so charming, the first day my program director touch down &amp; reach the campus, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4004006571052859374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4004006571052859374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4004006571052859374' title='My Job, A New World Out There'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/R2EyOXkjqKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vnezQToW-AY/s72-c/PD.EL.xmastree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1771622756019118432</id><published>2007-11-25T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:26:02.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><summary type='text'>It all started with just one bout of diarrhoea when I wake up. It caught me by surprise, as I did not experience any discomfort, thinking it's the "cleaning" from the Organic Aloe-Vera drink my mum made me drink the night before, I didn't think much of it.By the time I was leaving home, the number increased to three. Still, I felt ok enough to go to work. Just to be safe, I went to Pharmacy to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1771622756019118432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1771622756019118432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1771622756019118432' title='Sick'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-8476088152145572342</id><published>2007-11-04T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:35:42.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Out of Tunnel</title><summary type='text'>I'm finally out, a big rock lifted from my chest. I sleep better, eat better &amp; feel better.My student had officially finished her end-of-year exams.Now, I can put my focus on next week's event - jud's &amp; amelia's wedding. They are just a day apart, and for both, I don't know how I ended up with the main co-ordinator role. Sigh. Well, so end up I'll not be at home the next weekend. Will be at Jud's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8476088152145572342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8476088152145572342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8476088152145572342' title='Out of Tunnel'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-9204266305319600476</id><published>2007-10-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:39:04.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Process</title><summary type='text'>Human's learning process is a never-ending route. Especially when it comes to human interaction. I'm surprise the learning cycle for me &amp; Grumpy hit a RESET button.But it's not back to square one, but rather, a new learning process on a higher level. Like how you graduate from high school &amp; enter the University. It's a whole new environment, learning the same thing, but on a whole new level. It's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/9204266305319600476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/9204266305319600476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#9204266305319600476' title='Learning Process'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-109267642078656619</id><published>2007-10-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:33:26.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday was the first time I saw Grumpy so high, he couldn’t walk straight (although he insist he can, but that’s what every drunkard said) he’s frowning &amp; grumping &amp; puking. Well, at least for the last part, it’s not so bad; he still able to clean up after himself. And that, is a big deal for me. But the funny thing is, after being so high, he still can puke with care, as he just wash the whole</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/109267642078656619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/109267642078656619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#109267642078656619' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-480802873589045143</id><published>2007-10-11T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:50:01.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Rat-Tat-Too-ME</title><summary type='text'>Just finish the cartoon. And it triggers this post.In many ways, Remy &amp; I are very much alike. We love fooood. Not the everyday plain bread &amp; butter kinda food (That's Gabbage!!!) but good food, delicious food that's worthy of our tastebud. And we love combining food to create our own unique taste. Think french fries with vanilla ice-cream, tomato and cheese... Hmmmm....Food has always been my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/480802873589045143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/480802873589045143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#480802873589045143' title='Rat-Tat-Too-ME'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-5067465559297782245</id><published>2007-09-22T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:52:01.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Too Little Time, Even to Breathe</title><summary type='text'>I have so much stuff to blog. About my little brother, about work, about Grumpy, about me.But there's just too little time.Wanted to blog how my little brother had suddenly become a man overnight, me being tearful knowing that (I don't know why, what happened to the cry-male-baby?). Wanted to complained &amp; grant about work &amp; all the shit stuff. Wanted to report the wedding preparation for Jud.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5067465559297782245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/5067465559297782245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5067465559297782245' title='Too Little Time, Even to Breathe'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1375463809517065632</id><published>2007-09-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:11:45.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Ti-doo</title><summary type='text'>"Hey. Sorry to disturb you so late. J has decided to leave the company, as you know. Are you keen to be promoted to Consultant?"A simple SMS, marked my first step up the corporate ladder.Guys, if you have a friend keen to study part-time, you know who to call. -wink-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1375463809517065632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1375463809517065632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1375463809517065632' title='Ti-doo'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-8826742151520259858</id><published>2007-08-31T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:53:01.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Reason To...</title><summary type='text'>A lot of people ask me why I choose to tie the knot so early. I haven't seen the World, have the fun, or have my fair share of men (to put it this way)..But my theory is, I don't want to walk through life only to find later that The One is actually the one I had left behind years ago. By then, he could be having his family.. moving on without me. And I could be still where I am, with herpes. I do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8826742151520259858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/8826742151520259858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8826742151520259858' title='The Reason To...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-6695537315179306977</id><published>2007-08-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:57:37.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Closing...</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:"These are just issues, the problem is you"J finally resigned...Was is those unsolved issue? Or was it the 6 rounds of talking to by our poor managers? Or maybe it's those complain letters by students? The not-friendly-to-her environment?No matter what it is. Alot of people are happy, and that's such a pathetic thing..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6695537315179306977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6695537315179306977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6695537315179306977' title='Closing...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4695835876433245292</id><published>2007-08-19T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:23.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>So Missed...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the forth day of crabs...1st was AMK's butter crab + curry paste crabFollowed up closely (2days after), went to Still Road &amp; had the marvelous pepper crabsThen, come Friday, it's salted egg yolks crab @ Bali village (Next to Villa Bali) Yesterday, went with Fiona for another round of butter crab @ AMK...Damn shiok...But I'm still missing this:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4695835876433245292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4695835876433245292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4695835876433245292' title='So Missed...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/RsgLZCoXI5I/AAAAAAAAAII/fGTEEEotDrs/s72-c/still.rd.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1671334406511583260</id><published>2007-08-17T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:01:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Great Friends</title><summary type='text'>http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,138977,00.htmlI can't believe such things happened.What a "great" friend the groom has...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1671334406511583260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1671334406511583260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1671334406511583260' title='Some Great Friends'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1242419092697948404</id><published>2007-08-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:03:41.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>7th Month &amp; Bad Luck. Superstitious?</title><summary type='text'>Today is the 4th day of the seventh lunar month. Yet so much stuff had happened...My grandma (the one with dementia) was admitted into the hospital. She just woke up one day to find herself unable to stand up, my Aunt, panicked, called for the ambulance.Her hip bone had cracked. Due to impact from don't-know-when.Now, after the operation to nail her bones together, she has to be kept in a home, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1242419092697948404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1242419092697948404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1242419092697948404' title='7th Month &amp; Bad Luck. Superstitious?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-483926280408770291</id><published>2007-08-15T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:41:24.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Item of Desire</title><summary type='text'>The Samsung Ultra Edition 10.9!!!! Finally, I've found a RED Samsung hp! The last I had was D200, mind you... in my fav shade of red.. I can't wait can't wait can't wait!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/483926280408770291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/483926280408770291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#483926280408770291' title='Item of Desire'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFchCmAawUA/RsHWdZPfMJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9ERR6t57kV4/s72-c/ultra10.9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-6911629568343745260</id><published>2007-08-12T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:58:04.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasions'/><title type='text'>23rd 10 August</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:        -You can't change the past,                                            but you can shape the future....Thanks to all that had remember my birthday, and for the wishes. After so many days of good food, I'm so reluctant to return back to work! Sigh.. laziness...Passing thought @the moment:I so miss having a cammy. And I'm going to change my mobile, another Samsung awaits in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6911629568343745260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/6911629568343745260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6911629568343745260' title='23rd 10 August'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-1878596376796079010</id><published>2007-07-31T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T14:03:19.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>She Goddit Again</title><summary type='text'>J had been breaking down frequently now.Guess there's a limit to everyone. Hers &amp; everyone else.Now everyone just scream at her to get things across, and her-crying.Kinda poor thing, but if you are in the picture, it'll look natural.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1878596376796079010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/1878596376796079010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1878596376796079010' title='She Goddit Again'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4706118130704114824</id><published>2007-07-26T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:09:54.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>There's One in Every Hole</title><summary type='text'>I have a new colleague. Let's call her J. (I have 9 colleagues whose name start with "J" in our 15-men team. Not counting me &amp; the other girl, who's the support.)Initially, I found her very poor thing, as it seems like the whole team was rather impatient with her. And it's kinda obvious that she couldn't gel with the people there, and stick out like sore thumb. Her dressing, the way she talk.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4706118130704114824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4706118130704114824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4706118130704114824' title='There&apos;s One in Every Hole'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259449.post-4862151024964804161</id><published>2007-07-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:34:50.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>First Day of Work</title><summary type='text'>-Environment (checked)-People (checked)-Job scope (checked)-Superior (checked, ok, except for one)-Culture (checked)So far so good. I like what I see, but it's still too early to say anything. So I'm still keeping an open mind.But have a feeling that there's danger in the air. Danger of getting FAT!So many dinners &amp; luncheon, plus the snacks passing around.NOOOOOOO!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4862151024964804161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259449/posts/default/4862151024964804161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnz-karen.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4862151024964804161' title='First Day of Work'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01444047976602694838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/autumnzy/beachbabe.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
