<?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-7942540811795895364</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:54:58.183+08:00</updated><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>.karanisme.</title><subtitle type='html'>Words from the pages of life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2260377033941248120</id><published>2011-11-16T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:25:59.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship of the Year</title><content type='html'>Most of us would have learnt about perks, benefits, rewards in our HR classes.&lt;br /&gt;About how non-monetary compensation can be used to attract talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, internship is supposed to be about learning to apply theory to real-life work right?&lt;br /&gt;So lets see what applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin with small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;There are no uniforms. Tie not required. You just have to be smart casual. And jeans for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Though working hours are longer, 9am to 6pm, there isn't a strict rule.&lt;br /&gt;You can walk in later, or go home earlier, just as long as your work's complete.&lt;br /&gt;Even a work-from-home if you really can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's very convenient since they provide a full support company laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I think there's even allowance for Unifi at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd really rather be in office.&lt;br /&gt;Free-seating cubicles so you can sit right beside your manager, or a place with good view.&lt;br /&gt;My preference is near the interactive area that has sofa, bouncy ball, mini ping pong and foosball table.&lt;br /&gt;And the pantry with coffee, tea, milk, milo, etc. is closer.&lt;br /&gt;Can hear the Astro channels in the background.&lt;br /&gt;If you need a quite place, there's phone booths to make calls and immerse yourself in work.&lt;br /&gt;One even has a massage chair, but I think everyone's scared of using it.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I am. No1 wants to be seen relaxing and enjoying too much here.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's why no1 plays the Nintendo Wii and PS3 in office too.&lt;br /&gt;I've only tried it few times after work hours. Not many game cds anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea I guess is to make work comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;You need food, drinks. There's sachets, milk,&amp;nbsp;espresso&amp;nbsp;and vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;You need stationary. 2 full cupboards of supplies and the office boy for mailings.&lt;br /&gt;You need to work on laptop. There's an IT team to support your laptop, give you&amp;nbsp;accessories, WLAN, colour printing, software downloads, office communicator, telcon capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;I even feel the makcik that cleans the pantry is there so we don't waste time washing mugs and making sure the coffee keeps flowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk money!&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, salary is competitive.&lt;br /&gt;But when you get Housing/Vehicle/Travel/Relocation/Fitness/Education and Professional Association claims...&lt;br /&gt;And then there is all that "paid holidays" like I like to say.&lt;br /&gt;Annual Conventions, P2G Colleges for New Hires, Business Travel, annual leave etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to motivate employees?&lt;br /&gt;1-1s with your Manager/Mentor/Buddy as often as you need them.&lt;br /&gt;A great workplan and follow-up on progress.&lt;br /&gt;Monthly office talktime to give awards for outstanding performance.&lt;br /&gt;And food at every meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a company that's been in business for over 200 years...&lt;br /&gt;This one surely has learned to be the best employer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship is coming to an end soon...&lt;br /&gt;But the experience has been bloody rewarding!&lt;br /&gt;And that's what work should be like right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="5" style="margin-top: 0in;" type="1"&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2260377033941248120?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2260377033941248120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/internship-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2260377033941248120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2260377033941248120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/internship-of-year.html' title='Internship of the Year'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8595396704354321470</id><published>2011-11-11T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:22:14.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coincidental Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"the incidence of coincidence is so prevalent that it cannot be called coincidence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was in form 3 i guess when i got my first email address.&lt;br /&gt;Back then we used to be excited bout fwd msgs and kept sharing interesting ones.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some still do.&lt;br /&gt;But those were the days la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such letter stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;It was on coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;Bout how John F Kennedy was shot in a Lincoln car.&lt;br /&gt;And Lincoln was shot in the Kennedy&amp;nbsp;theater.&lt;br /&gt;A good long article bout so many coincidences between 2 assasination years apart.&lt;br /&gt;The qoute above by mahesh mathur aptly describes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a big masterplan.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend watching 'the adjustment beureau'. Brilliant concept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Bruno says it... "this is right where we should be"&lt;br /&gt;For me i am reminded each time by a coincidence that there is a bigger plan at work.&lt;br /&gt;To add to that my dejavu experiences at least twice a week that signal I've seen all this before, and maybe planned it this way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good planning I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;And I plan it'll keep getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't&amp;nbsp;consciously&amp;nbsp;know what I've planned.&lt;br /&gt;But coincidence will have its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;And I realize the blame may go to good writings.&lt;br /&gt;Novels, scripts, plays, dramas, songs.&lt;br /&gt;Words are my window to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;The soul - maybe the one who's responsible for all our coincidences anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that the coincidences make life interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has led to another.&lt;br /&gt;How I got from aviation, to hospitality, to corporate.&lt;br /&gt;Or how writing, reading, dancing has led me to be part of some great events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of coincidences that have been planned.&lt;br /&gt;I guess sooner or later we all find out the answer of why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;Better sooner than later of course. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8595396704354321470?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8595396704354321470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/coincidental-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8595396704354321470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8595396704354321470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/coincidental-job.html' title='The Coincidental Job'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-523949249200067840</id><published>2011-11-06T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T00:49:36.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp!</title><content type='html'>So my blogger is somewhat complete with the new layout.&lt;br /&gt;Still need time to work on more content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile, social media was getting kinda stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;I keep tweeting. But afraid its the only thing on my facebook wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, after much struggle I finally settled the YouTube account I've been wanting to create.&lt;br /&gt;Its MrKaranisme.&lt;br /&gt;But for that, I got a gmail first... thekaranisme@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Then why not add google+ to that account? So i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got FB, Twitter, LinkedIn all into that one account.&lt;br /&gt;Including blogger.&lt;br /&gt;So makes sense to use one email for all social media.&lt;br /&gt;That too, all under karanisme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the fuss?&lt;br /&gt;Coz I wanna make it easier for myself and you guys to connect everything at once.&lt;br /&gt;Notice how every site is aiming to simplify things and put them in more order.&lt;br /&gt;Like facebook now has lists.&lt;br /&gt;Well I made those lists 2 years back and all my work just got transferred to the new lists.&lt;br /&gt;No hassle.&lt;br /&gt;Which I expect will keep happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have new Facebook Timeline.&lt;br /&gt;Says it'll launch Nov12, but i've already set my profile to the new format.&lt;br /&gt;Just to save the trouble later anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And its quite possible Google+ is gonna be more functional with Youtube and Gmail, just made sense to put it all under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's long term planning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can work on making some good use of all the platforms&lt;br /&gt;Stage is set, getting ready for the show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-523949249200067840?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/523949249200067840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/revamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/523949249200067840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/523949249200067840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/revamp.html' title='Revamp!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2284692915328262256</id><published>2011-11-06T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T00:20:43.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bullet Train</title><content type='html'>That's how one of my colleague describes life at P&amp;amp;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Bullet Train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, it goes so fast, you can barely keep it.&lt;br /&gt;But it also speeds you up, at work and in career.&lt;br /&gt;And as it is, there are very few stops in between to get off and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 2 months now.&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't know how fast time flew.&lt;br /&gt;And ironically, it feels like I've been working there for several months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week was pretty slow, with nothing much to do except get to know basic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The first month just spent time learning more things, some the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;It is, in fact, the corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;And it is pretty tough to impress them.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you haven't found the right opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that came in the 2nd month.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda promoted from the sales team to market strategy and planning.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger project, tougher tasks, more learning.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work may not be the right word.&lt;br /&gt;They say "a new challenge everyday".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a computer game which get tougher at every level.&lt;br /&gt;But the experience and learning is just phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;Working on getting fixtures in over 100 stores and leading the CNY promotions nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;The cream on the cake for me is the planning and strategies that go behind it.&lt;br /&gt;True it is, P&amp;amp;G has a full library of knowledge on their intranet.&lt;br /&gt;Every possible subject, project, brand, case study...&amp;nbsp;unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More awesome stuff about office...&lt;br /&gt;Coffee. An&amp;nbsp;espresso&amp;nbsp;machine and everything else you need.&lt;br /&gt;Free seating. Kinda like those google offices.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch outing. Fun to go out with colleagues for long lunches.&lt;br /&gt;Wii. Although I only played it few times. Need more games there.&lt;br /&gt;Free food. Sometimes during meetings, parties, birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;Parking. Only RM1 per day! O.O&lt;br /&gt;Drive. The morning drive everyday with good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 months plus before I find out where this bullet train takes me.&lt;br /&gt;Destination unknown.&lt;br /&gt;But wasn't it always said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"to travel is better than to arrive..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2284692915328262256?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2284692915328262256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/bullet-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2284692915328262256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2284692915328262256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/bullet-train.html' title='The Bullet Train'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-549901004461157121</id><published>2011-08-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:20:30.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>renovation</title><content type='html'>University is over!&lt;br /&gt;and I'll have to blog about it another time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now its time for clearing up and preparing for new stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to throw away all the old notes and stash away some books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also renovating the blog to make it more like a personal website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got some cool stuff in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see how it turns out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy holidays!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-549901004461157121?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/549901004461157121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/08/renovation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/549901004461157121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/549901004461157121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/08/renovation.html' title='renovation'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1432609308374441309</id><published>2011-08-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:12:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>University of Social Media</title><content type='html'>There is no surprise that one day such a university may actually exist...&lt;br /&gt;Actually, come to think of it... Maybe it already does.. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Googles for "Social Media University"&lt;br /&gt;450,000,000 results found in 0.13 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's half a billion!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let's get back to topic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super amazed that we sold out 50 tickets in barely few hours for the prom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the marketing was mostly just on Facebook and Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all the Early Bird tickets GONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think anyone could have imagined we would actually sell all of them off on the first day itself!&lt;br /&gt;But it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all thanks to some really effective online marketing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a last minute thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tickets were only printed on Friday, and since we had limited 50 tickets for early birds, it just made sense to make them rush to purchase the tickets!&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, we got vouchers for all the Early Birds! Woah!&lt;br /&gt;Made the tickets much much MUCH more attractive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, that's the main reason people bothered queuing up as early as 9.30am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we began with suspense..&lt;br /&gt;Didn't release the prices on the event page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we gave them teasers of the FREE gifts worth upto RM380..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Details came later on.&lt;br /&gt;Of course with links to the page of the SPA.&lt;br /&gt;Even that Carlsberg is our Sponsor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, all that on Facebook sure attracted attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, that was over &amp;nbsp;2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we've taken our interest in Social Media to another level.&lt;br /&gt;My team for NEXT Competition by MoneyTree Asia, Helong, Denis, Vivian, and Me.&lt;br /&gt;We just submitted a plan for an Online Media University.&lt;br /&gt;A simple one to teach users from basic to advance use of Social Media sites.&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping the plan goes through on their competition platform.&lt;br /&gt;And then it's a simulation of billion dollar businesses.&lt;br /&gt;Winners get RM60,000... CASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams apart.&lt;br /&gt;A Social Media University really does seem quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly, it will happen someday.&lt;br /&gt;Just another one of my ideas to lay on the shelf for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing what social media can do when used appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;Like stalking your employer and finding jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Or tweeting a company to ask details for your homework.&lt;br /&gt;Even groups and FB msgs which allow you to post documents.&lt;br /&gt;Not many people realize that.&lt;br /&gt;A huge free resource that can make work so much more effective, efficient, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Just needs to be used responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so comes in the University of Social Media that will educate users.&lt;br /&gt;And &amp;nbsp;leverage on the most effective strategies to make the best of time spent online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1432609308374441309?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1432609308374441309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/08/university-of-social-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1432609308374441309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1432609308374441309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/08/university-of-social-media.html' title='University of Social Media'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-9024584889992846022</id><published>2011-05-25T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>it's a small world after all...</title><content type='html'>For many it's just another day.&lt;div&gt;It's just a Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the 25th of May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, it's going to be a day I will remember the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day I got the offer for my internship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I would like to consider the irony and coincidences that have occurred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I met a representative from MYC at my uni coz I'm the President.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there, I joined their Facebook page and clicked on a link for a competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of 1000s of students who applied, 24 were chosen, 1 of it being me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it through online test, IQ test, interviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I wanted to be a pilot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped aviation halfway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I joined hospitality with 100% scholarship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm joining a corporate company that has nothing to do with either fields.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people who interviewed me for the final offer were both Indians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expats from India, who started off joking in Hindi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet one of them will be from Delhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at least I've met one or them at temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the competition I met another friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skandesh, I know him through a friend, who I know because of my old dance group, DBR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I met Jagadev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumped into him few weeks back at Devi's Bangsar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old friend from LaSalle Convention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I saw him at office while signing my offer letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidence; he's in the same department I will be interning in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a small world after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today had to be the day my world became smaller and bigger at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-9024584889992846022?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9024584889992846022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-small-world-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/9024584889992846022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/9024584889992846022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-small-world-after-all.html' title='it&apos;s a small world after all...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8200114851792454057</id><published>2011-05-09T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>P&amp;G ASEAN Business Challenge 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." ~ PAULO COELHO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That shall always remain my most favorite quote of all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For obvious reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;April was EPIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I would consider it one of my greatest achievement being selected for the&lt;br /&gt;P&amp;amp;G Business Challenge 2011 - Malaysia Finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/271087274.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJF3XCCKACR3QDMOA&amp;amp;Expires=1304960333&amp;amp;Signature=kqeag%2FIqAG2rrWRURyPzFcTwqi8%3D" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Super.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For those who would be lazy to read the whole story, here's a summary:&lt;br /&gt;Business competition + 1 out of 100 selected + 4d/3n in hotel@curve + meeting top exec + forbes500/fortune100 top company + internship/fulltime job offer + iPad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;= chance of a lifetime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Now let's break it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It began with a link by MYC page on Facebook. Curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It was holidays, I registered, oh wait... an assessment first online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;They replied. But not yet... time for a 'Resoning Test'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Like one of those IQ ones that Mensa has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Man, this company means serious business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So, I passed the IQ test. Duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And now an interview. If that isn't enough, how about a second interview?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And finally. FINALLY! Got the YES to be part of the competition. Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We met 2 days ahead for a short briefing of the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It would be 4 days, 3 nights at the Royale Bintang hotel @ Curve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;EVERYTHING was taken care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Accommodation, meals, seminars, tea breaks, even a 'Survival Pack'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;At the very least, it was an all-expense-paid holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;First day of course had to start with some ice-breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We were taken to One World for the initial presentations by Function Heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Got to know P&amp;amp;G and their various departments, CBD, Marketing, Finance, HR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And then, our assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That's what the entire challenge was actually about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The challenge was, in our groups, to market and sell a product to win an iPad each!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Our product: Downy, fabric softener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Lunch, ladies and gentlemen, was at the best buffet I've known...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;at Cinnamon of OneWorld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dinner at Italianesse @ Curve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But perhaps my most enjoyable time would be the 2am meetings that would be held in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I forgot to mention, I was the lucky one to get a room without sharing.&lt;br /&gt;So that meant that I'd be hosting the group discussions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Good thing I kept the room immaculate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And had all the space to do our experiments with bandannas and ribbons soaked in Downy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Second day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We tried not to laugh at the focus group discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sitting behind a real 2-way mirror in a focus group with a bunch of aunties talking about laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hilarious! They love their laundry "berbuih-buih"!!! ROFLMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And they didn't know we were listening which made it much more hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Jokes apart, it was an interesting chance to observe a real focus group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Even more important, we were able to use the information to develop our business plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Cool huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Back to the "Huddle Room"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The uber-cool meeting rooms in the P&amp;amp;G office with trendy sofas and colorful walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All tech-ed up with projectors and write-on glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;See it to believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And it was all that helped us prepare for the presentations to the management team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Real feedback from real managers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And we took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We were to sell our products at Giants hypermarts around Klang Valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Off for a tour of the 4 outlets we can bid for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;With limited time, we had to prioritize which we wanted to visit first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Bob, our driver, though got into the mood of the Amazing Race and managed to get us to all 4 locations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It was decided, we would vote for the high traffic and high sales, Kota Damansara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Have to say, no other team made it to all 4 Giants. Kudos to Bob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There was one more day left after all that planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And the night before the final sale, my room smelled 'heavenly'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;While part of the team spent time designing our sales booth with an outsourced designer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;we slipped into our cars and sped around finding for ribbons and whatever we needed for the sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As cost was a factor, we had to make it absolutely sure not to overspend even an extra sen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But we didn't spare any drop of petrol in the Friday jam around Kota Damansara :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Totally worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We met again, the usual 2am meeting in my room -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;One final night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And several dozen meters of ribbons soaked in Downy in my bathroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Konckout: 4 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Wake up: 7 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The morning buffet breakfast was lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Except I was vege throughout the whole challenge and survived watching the others indulge in scrumptious meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Funny, they would instead be envious of what I'm eating instead. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ok, so final day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ribbons, ready! And even a mini touchscreen Downy game on my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Imagine, after 2 years and finally I actually put the best feature of my laptop to some use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We got the Kota Damansara Giant that we bid for! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Reached on time, set-up our booth, and we were all geared for sales!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It started slow, and we took some getting used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But after spending 3 days together, we were a TEAM in complete sense of the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We had our strengths identified, and tasks delegated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Each person did what they did best, and did it as a team :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sold-out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All that was left was to go back and collect our iPads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;If only it was so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Still had one last presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Senior Management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And they loved the Ribbons! YAY &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We showed our marketing, target group, finance report, promotions, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I was impressed by the fact that our Hospitality degree actually equipped me with all the knowledge I needed for the entire challenge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The implication: Hospitality graduates can so make it in corporate companies like P&amp;amp;G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We made it through the entire 4 days and now all we were waiting for was the iPads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Anxious. Nervous. and somewhat confident after we were able to meet all our targets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Final night with a grand dinner at Bora Asmara... Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A hidden Balinese themed villa-cum-restaurant with ambiance to match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yes. Lucky me, I'm vege... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Drum-rolls... Heartbeats... Swt -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We didn't win...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But it was good to know the winning team won us with an impressive strategy and some great thinking-on their-feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What we classified as a threat, was used by them as an opportunity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Call it a learning experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kudos, SWIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Forget the iPads, they'll be representing Malaysia at the ASEAN Finals in Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yea, another all-expense-paid holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Woot Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So with our bags packed we left the restaurant and headed back to the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Various lame attempts were made to make Jolyn, the organizer from P&amp;amp;G, cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A bus load singing "Jolyn... Jolyn.. Engkaulah Ratu Hatiku..."&lt;br /&gt;That's when you know we're gonna miss each other after the challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Don't know how soon we'll meet again, but surely looking forward to more P&amp;amp;G assignments, the long-term kinds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yet another interview to go before they decide on the Internship/Fulltime offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What it means though is a complete shift from Hospitality to Corporate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I end this blog with the quote above, the universe shall always conspire to give us what we want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We may not know it's exact form or type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But if we wanna own this world, you bet your ass WE WILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8200114851792454057?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8200114851792454057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/p-asean-business-challenge-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8200114851792454057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8200114851792454057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/p-asean-business-challenge-2011.html' title='P&amp;G ASEAN Business Challenge 2011'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2430610867054859200</id><published>2011-05-07T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>"party abhi baki hai..."</title><content type='html'>shoot. didn't post the whole of april.&lt;div&gt;happening month indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna do a short (hopefully) summary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;april fools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(wait, I have to check my twitter on what I was doing that time :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. found it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We opened the UPPER EAST SIDE DELI @ 11:11:11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respect for Chef Jochen. Brilliant concept!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we had a surprise party for Mr.Chris! What a treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final briefing before the P&amp;amp;G Biz Challenge Begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole journey requires another complete write-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who can forget... THE CRICKET WORLD CUP FINAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ind vs. SL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man! That was one awesome night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few Indian cornered by a few hundred Lankans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were cheering crazy whenever Lanka was leading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were totally drowned in their celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that last SIXER! AWESOME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a whole riot exploded soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next few days I had some rest fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My voice was gone, but still had an orientation to plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 3. A pre-bday celebration with Takshi and gang at Swensons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the EARTHQUAKE ice cream. Hilarious nonsense we're capable of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then of course, the 5th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A small shopping stop to spend some of the ang-pow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one jersey. Didn't need anything actually.&lt;br /&gt;My wardrobe is too full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch, Dinner, and I'm all vege for Navratri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was more important to prepare for the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th April. P&amp;amp;G Biz Challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed at Royale Kota Damansara for 4 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All paid for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nice holiday.. And totally worth it experience of learning about the company and applying biz skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best realisation was that a hospitality student has comparable knowledge to any marketing, econs, finance, etc student from any top uni in M'sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, didn't get the iPad :( but it was an amazing time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for the exclusive full story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week goes to the orientation planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All was well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also the write-up for HOLI came out in NST centrespread!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the orientation was super awesome fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna write bout it, but i'm proud of what we accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results out. Take a guess... hint: F_UR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New semester. New timetable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MONDAY: NO CLASS!!&lt;br /&gt;Chun-ted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I'm fasting for Hanuman Jayanti. That's tough to do especially with Orientation on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this time for 5 days! Phew. Don't know when will get the chance again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to classes and it's been great with new lecturers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same old routine of classes, meetings, assignments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the challenges are new and keep getting much more interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My research paper begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely, I'd like to get it done and over with asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still trying to get a good internship.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the university is sueless when it comes to giving us any good offers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead I feel we're being coerced to go for their easiest option, ie. some hotel in KL. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've got better things to do, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days of April and "party abhi baki hai"...&lt;br /&gt;The guys called me out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And when I saw Anna at the restaurant, it was confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprise Birthday Party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome. Me, Suresh, and Asita were absolutely humiliated standing on chairs singing "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like TGIF celebrates more bdays than serving food :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a memorable night with the best of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't say it at that time, but really wish that you guys will be with me for every bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that, April ends...&lt;br /&gt;May is here and it's all work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the fun will be back... "party abhi baki hai..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2430610867054859200?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2430610867054859200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/party-abhi-baki-hai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2430610867054859200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2430610867054859200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/05/party-abhi-baki-hai.html' title='&quot;party abhi baki hai...&quot;'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5763825579843759132</id><published>2011-03-30T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>#tweetmarch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is gonna be different!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reasons why March was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite all the world calamities,&lt;br /&gt;I've had quite a joy ride.&lt;br /&gt;Holi 2011 was an amazing experience!&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed looking at the crowd and thinking that WE made it happen!&lt;br /&gt;Now the challenge is to make next year extra massive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It came with perfect timing, after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course I began discovering twitter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which explains why I haven't been blogging much.&lt;br /&gt;Been tweeting away whenever there's news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky me, I came across a tweet by MYC about the P&amp;amp;G Biz Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, so I gave it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was easy clicking the 'apply' button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's been tough after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assesment Test, Resoning Test, 2 Interviews!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally got the call yesterday that I made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the 24 to take part in the 4 day challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're gonna bring the hotel down! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe just win the challenge for an I-Pad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess this P&amp;amp;G thing really got me started on my job/intern hunt.&lt;br /&gt;Had to come up with my CV.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I did pretty well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6P9eOuqZfUU/TZKwulx_8cI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FSiqmK47qew/s1600/CV_Karan2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6P9eOuqZfUU/TZKwulx_8cI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FSiqmK47qew/s400/CV_Karan2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589724401982501314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TADA!&lt;br /&gt;Got the idea, stuck with it, took 3-4 days trying to edit everything.&lt;br /&gt;And finally!&lt;br /&gt;Got it approved by our HR lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;So far everyone seems to love it.&lt;br /&gt;But haven't used it in an actual application as yet.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the file size seems to be a bit bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I figure it out later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the hunt for internships is on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far haven't received any reply.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the uni will work faster to get us more options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just sent her a reminder to work on it. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got the call from P&amp;amp;G.&lt;br /&gt;Printed my colour CV.&lt;br /&gt;Met with BNC's council.&lt;br /&gt;Worked on some stuff here and there.&lt;br /&gt;And SriLanka got into the finals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a match!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now time to gear up for tonight's match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IND vs PAK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to find an awesome spot and sit for hours!&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be legendary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which reminds me to pull out my camera. :D&lt;br /&gt;And for the finals, hoping to throw a screening party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April is coming...&lt;br /&gt;Man, you have no idea how awesome it's gonna be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5763825579843759132?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5763825579843759132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/03/tweetmarch.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8781112848939324179</id><published>2011-03-15T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>digging up 2-0-1-2.</title><content type='html'>ok.. spent an hour trying to dig out whatever possible.&lt;div&gt;nothing i write below is the absolute truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it may be biased, it may be fake, but if its true, god bless us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the recent quakes and tsunami in japan got you worried bout next year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but let's be rational and look at the evidence we have before concluding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;firstly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world will come to an end fill with disasters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;might be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the rate we are going, possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but why will these disasters happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forgot what they showed in 2012 movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but one theory suggest the earth's core is speeding up (frequency).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its called the schumann resonance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i bloody spent hours researching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the normal frequency is around 7.8 to 8.0 Hz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same as the human body and is best for self healing as researched by some genius Japanese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this info is with citation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while ppl are spreading rumors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no evidence that the frequency has increased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it may...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an explanation of the formula:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;f(n) = c * sqrt( n * ( n+1 ) ) / ( 2* pi *a )&lt;br /&gt;Where c is the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1300166336_3" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(54, 99, 136); "&gt;speed of light&lt;/span&gt;, and a is the radius of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;but due to the fact that the cavity between the ionosphere and the earth is not a perfect cavity, some small changes can occur in the frequency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speed of light can't change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the radius of earth, possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;consider latest news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory’s (JPL) specialist Richard Gross has stated that following the earthquake the Earth’s figure axis (the axis around which the Earth is balanced by mass) has shifted by about 15 centimeters - 2 times greater than after the Chilean earthquake of 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as plates below the earth overlap during earthquakes, radius changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;polars shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so looking at the formula, a reduction in radius means increase in frequency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but so far the changes have been so so minute we can almost disregard them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what if the frequency increases, what then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, basically it does not match your natural frequency anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Japanese found if frequency is changed our body systems are affected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry I don't have full access to the journal to say exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as the suggests, the earth shifts to a higher dimension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to adapt, our body needs to vibrate at higher frequency too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately, many speak of this but I haven't got enough evidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only speak by experience that yes, we can vibrate on higher frequency and go to higher dimensions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is my personal view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow I can't seem to find any reliable source on the current levels of the Schumann Resonance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it is a real thing, there should be data available like on NASA or sum place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are no reliable sources that rebutt the claims also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I can't figure if it's rumors or a conspiracy to hide the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i leave it to you guys to decide and do your own research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but lets just keep track of this topic for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;might just be the answer to what's happening. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8781112848939324179?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8781112848939324179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/03/digging-up-2-0-1-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8781112848939324179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2550730594082514216?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2550730594082514216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/02/p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2550730594082514216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2550730594082514216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/02/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-615201334914367922</id><published>2011-01-29T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Get going.</title><content type='html'>Like I said in my previous post.&lt;div&gt;A lot of things are just getting delayed/postponed/cancelled etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just postponed the DFD coz lot of work left undone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So next week it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same with Valentine's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd planned to have a prom kinda event long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the International Students wanted to organize their own show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought of doing it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my plans are always just a bit to huge for most to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I don't understand why I bother planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this time, I didn't bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to drop my idea and let them go ahead with theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then my idea strikes back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a good way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring Fling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All unis in USA have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of a prom, we're gonna have a Spring Fling instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we're not in US and don't really have Spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after working the numbers, its just the right choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I got paid over RM400 for the mystery shopping I did during hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to get spending on repairing my scooter first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means I have to stop typing and get going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-615201334914367922?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/615201334914367922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/615201334914367922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's recap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The usual. Always last minute and chaotic. Nevertheless, fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were back to classes and me back to council.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meetings after meetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, we've done a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at some point, we're still right where we started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to iron out some creases. But we're good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Students' General Meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a blast this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the uni did not release the Speak Up report on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, some silly announcement of the dress code sent all students rioting in their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's only so much shit students' will take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I admire the 'cover line' or whatever excuse they conjured up with to save their faces once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will they ever learn? Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add to that, they released the Speak Up report at the last minute without informing me of the meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kudos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to get that in the minutes. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learnt there is a specific timing for somethings to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sooner, no later. (that's partially an excuse to procrastinate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the 'dress code' riot was important to get students in for the meeting. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we had a meeting to set the new dress code, which again, is an improvement I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fees was delayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a loan from temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That too had a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that I had enough time to get the Speak Up report and see how the uni reacts during SGM to scholarships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously we're not getting any anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I got my fees readjusted and knocked down 1k coz of their miscalculation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now they owe me over 2k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since its a short sem, all subjects and assignments are like super fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half the stuff is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And assignments need to be completed this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though its CNY holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this sem would be easy with only 3 subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ethics and stats are really worrying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethics for its theory; stats for its calculation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K now I'm getting bored of typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save the rest for later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5301147220865418672?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5301147220865418672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/01/jan-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5301147220865418672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5301147220865418672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/01/jan-ends.html' title='Jan ends..'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-638886818922923543</id><published>2011-01-02T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Resolution 2011</title><content type='html'>I can't exactly recall what was new year resolution last year,&lt;div&gt;But I am guessing I achieved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since, I can't recall it exactly, this time I'll write it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my resolution has to be realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Get an awesome internship overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Meditate more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Read more books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap. That's very little to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's enough to get thru the year. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-638886818922923543?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/638886818922923543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/638886818922923543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/638886818922923543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution-2011.html' title='Resolution 2011'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-10345088527441049</id><published>2010-12-21T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Mountain Dew</title><content type='html'>It's dark and all your problems of the day still linger on your mind.&lt;div&gt;It was a completely useless day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a fight, lost something, got hurt, basically Murphy's Law:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whatever that can go wrong, WILL go wrong".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your tired battling the world the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding an excuse to live through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell yourself it's night and maybe you should sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz tmrw will be a better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmrw the problems will be gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmrw there'll be new hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then tmrw comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the same sun, the same day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever was left tmrw may be over, but some of it will still stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this time maybe in a new form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More frustrating is the fact that you know today might not be any different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe that's what will happen tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe sleeping tonight doesn't mean tmrw there's new hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left house, somewhat prepared for the long day ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And contemplating in my head which task should be sorted first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The easiest or the most troubling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traffic Jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is there always traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bloody govt wants another Mega Tower to increase congestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on bike so I can ride ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see people smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see them holding cans of drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has the whole world suddenly fell in love with a drink or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, there's a truck up ahead causing all the traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up in the morning, thinking life is s**t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your head filled with troubles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And out of nowhere a truck giving out free drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the 'language of the world'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when you're swarmed with troubles, there will always be joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A glimpse of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That something good is about the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just have to bear the traffic for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the good will prevail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like many say there's lighting at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Mountain Dew on a troubled morning. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-10345088527441049?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Or at least its supposed to be.&lt;div&gt;After exams were over, I spent few days resting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's back to running about and getting things done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My uncle Krishan has gone to India for 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving me in charge of his restaurant and catering business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite it being a total headache and taking away all my holidays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's one of the best things that I'll ever do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first day at work itself, I had an impromptu interview to conduct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That when I was amazed at how easy it was to apply the theory we've learnt in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured I could probably document everything that I'll be doing in the restaurant as my final year report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taddaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't even need to wait to submit my report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the uni agrees, I can submit my report and my entire course will be done by July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's yet to be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I'm learning and applying what I can at the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna try to set a proper inventory and storage system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come up with employee job descriptions and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set a service blueprint and sequence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And designing a new lunch menu as part of marketing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My entire 2 years of education applied into real world scenarios with real results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this reports works, it'll be awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll have to live through one more week managing the restaurant before I can rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running around buying groceries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gettin anonymous calls everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arguing with suppliers over why they delivered when there was no order, or why they did not when we ordered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dealing with a messed up workplace and trying to set things in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And OMG! Irritating catering orders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it's not so bad if I didn't have other things to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And minus the catering of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A small family restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't sound so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday I'll have my own one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8601012844434914667?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8601012844434914667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/12/restauranteur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8601012844434914667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8601012844434914667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/12/restauranteur.html' title='Restauranteur'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1654946388197753235</id><published>2010-12-02T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>.Fingers Crossed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am truly, madly, deeply disappointed that I didn't get the exchange program for William Angliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as I can remember, I was the only student who repeatedly asked the uni about it since semester one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it finally came, I hesitated to apply coz of the finance involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I still haven't paid my fees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No scholarship and it's just so difficult to pay the installments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god I wasn't barred from exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I can't borrow books from library so go figure how I've been studying. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still trying to figure out what I'll do about the fees next sem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was almost impossible to apply for WAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till I found out about a loan from temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I applied too late and it got rejected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the loan from temple was only half the amount I was initially told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going Aussie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll stay here and keep working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, on my scholarship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everything else around uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then hope I get that dream internship coz once I'm gone I don't wanna come back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing here is, where??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Dubai is seriously my top choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasons being pretty obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really do want to work with Jumeirah and stick there for life if I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's a chance it may cost too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, options........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kempinski group of hotels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best luxury hotel chain with majority being palace resorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Location undecided, but definitely one of their palaces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oberoi group of hotels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. INDIAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And undoubtedly with the best hotels in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I don't really mind being in India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially if its some place like Goa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aman Hotels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now they might not be a large chain, but they're exclusive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Asian influences all around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would choose one of their scenic spots like in Bali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which happens to be one of the World's Best Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The safest, most known, and commercialized brand choice among all of the above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four Seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are globally present and strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many choices worldwide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one very close to home, Langkawi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last and safest choice as it isn't expensive and easy to apply for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, it's my last choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I didn't get Aussie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which gives me all the more reason to make sure I get the best for internship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna get the dream internship and stay there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1654946388197753235?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1654946388197753235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/12/fingers-crossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1654946388197753235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1654946388197753235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/12/fingers-crossed.html' title='.Fingers Crossed.'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-6764030490304900038</id><published>2010-12-02T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Examgasm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;table id="entries" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; width: 465px; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td class="word" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;examgasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tools" id="tools_5173572" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right; white-space: nowrap; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_5173572" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-right: 15px; line-height: 1.8; padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The burst of joy you have when, upon entering and opening an exam (usually with essay based questions), you see the question you didn't dare hope for - a question so brilliant you know for a fact you'll get full marks. An orgasm, but exam based.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I got 99% for British History. I knew it'd be good, my examgasm nearly got me disqualified for disruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just so intrigued by the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no better way to describe the exams this time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like walking on water... wait actually AIR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes. I shouldn't be boasting. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm not talking about being a smart-ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The subjects are literally getting easier if anyone has been studying properly for all these semesters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The format is the same. And by now we're pretty used to answering case studies and essays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, exams are a breeze nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I kinda hope it wasn't so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like you open the question paper and you know the answers even before reading the question completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the answers are already in my head waiting to be written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take 10 mins off and write everything in pencil in shortform or in mind-maps in my question paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THAT'S IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam is over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already answered the question in my head and written the answers briefly on the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now you want me to write all that AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just so boring to write all the answers that you already know all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like 10 mins of answering the entire paper, but taking 2 hours to write it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish exams were verbal, or even type-written would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's so boring I end up deliberately skipping points and explanations just so that I can stop writing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hand hurts now and my thumb is numb. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, exams are going to be over in few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So screw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I only have 8 more subjects to go before graduation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONLY 8!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, it's actually 7 subjects and 1 research paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONLY 7!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get William Angliss but I get to finish all my subject by next July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before leaving for internship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the breakdown:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 subjects in Jan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 in April,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intern in July,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Submit my research paper and I'm done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder though if I'll have to return from internship or can I just remain there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since all my subjects will be completed anyway. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm technically finishing my subjects and graduating 2 semesters ahead with a 4.0!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXAMGASM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-6764030490304900038?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6764030490304900038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3158622784168332507</id><published>2010-11-01T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Post #100!</title><content type='html'>POST #100!!&lt;div&gt;This blog was part of a New Year's Resolution...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, it worked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Myself &amp;amp; I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sipping on tea right now preparing to finish off another assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping it'll be a breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we all need to take breaks in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have neglected my soul for some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since my N81 screwed up, I've lost all my music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to get my songs back in my phone or an iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz seriously, I feel I'm missing out on a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This soul needs some music man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just visited MPO last weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a small hall filled with the world's best musicians playing awesome symphonies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was magical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Michelle and the Glee Club, we guys made reservations for RM10 each!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of having Anna with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet if they allowed, we would have danced right there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was SOOOOO beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a MUST MUST GO for everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope we'll be seeing them again very soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week before I was part of the Papa John's Pizza competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I didn't win :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I loved my Pizza Lemak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was a total Malaysian pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berjaya UCH students are making history seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won Monin Cup, Left 4 Dead, charity carnival...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just finished our council campaign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to start changing things around college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I spent like one whole day with Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously recommend live-in relationships before marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should really get to know the crazy side of your partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brace yourself before the big day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially with their mood swings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, get them used to the fact that we're guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do what guys do. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even with our different crazy sides, we're the loveliest duo I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you Anna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUAX!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post #100 dedicated to my pretty gundu mundu baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3158622784168332507?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3158622784168332507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-100.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Spoken like my grandfather....</title><content type='html'>Again. before I get started on the assignment I rather warm up with a blog post.&lt;div&gt;This time I thought I'd write about all the things I need to fix on my scooter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently just repaired the engine by changing the belt, some spring inside, the back tyre and few gear-like bolts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cost about RM280 after begging the guy that I needed some balance for my pocket money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolutely needed to get it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engine was running on its own without accelerator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tyre was bald with bumps popping out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's a much safer and smoother ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what's still missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A neat seat cover. Current one is all torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speedometer. It's not in working order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left light bulb. I'm riding with only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side mirrors. Got stolen ages back. Didn't bother buying again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scratched body. Bought wax already to polish it but no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rusted exhaust. Needs to be sprayed too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brake Disk Pads. The brake doesn't work sometimes. Amazing rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was hoping a certain part-time offer could pay me the money but it got called off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess my scooter will have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I still feel proud riding it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I couldn't have journeyed without it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoken like my grandfather....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-6408798961887156700?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6408798961887156700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/spoken-like-my-grandfather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6408798961887156700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6408798961887156700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/spoken-like-my-grandfather.html' title='Spoken like my grandfather....'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-7923244726433531584</id><published>2010-10-07T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>.i think she knows.lovestruck.</title><content type='html'>No.&lt;div&gt;I don't have time to write this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just am too lazy to get started on my assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thought I'd start by writing something I like first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this I shall do the entire 2000 words. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that there is no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I do quite less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just that my brain works more I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I keep taking time off and chilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastinating whatever can be put to tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even this assignment can wait really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my laziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess this is the result of working too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end you just lose interest and perform lower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i just have to finish this tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna spend time with Anna tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I've never really typed out much bout her here right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the fact that we're bitter-sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We like being bitchy and playful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's definitely lesser arguments and fights that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least we don't spend our time worrying bout hurting each other feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz we understand that no matter what we still love each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it great when a girl just KNOWS that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't need to say it, you don't need to bring her to fance restaurants, you don't need to buy expensive gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz she KNOWS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't take her for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole week we act bitchy like how bestfriends would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least one day would be extra sweet when we're free from other obligations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obligations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, in addition to uni prez, now I'm temple prez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how I'm going to do everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now I better start on my assignment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-7923244726433531584?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7923244726433531584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-she-knowslovestruck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7923244726433531584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7923244726433531584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-she-knowslovestruck.html' title='.i think she knows.lovestruck.'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8628547097453066968</id><published>2010-09-03T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>PHASE1 : COMPLETE</title><content type='html'>First week of uni was totally happening!&lt;br /&gt;We had mostly dance practices for our MJ Tribute.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;We got a few students in, got Ms.Sharmila to get help from management and get the Berjaya Times Square in.&lt;br /&gt;Everything done in ONE week.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly a great start for the new semester!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we keep the momentum up and keep on doing great things the whole semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was our final show!&lt;br /&gt;MJ Tribute was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Saraswati Havan. Lot of last minute planning and running around.&lt;br /&gt;We expected 70 ppl and double turned up!&lt;br /&gt;But we pulled it off and I guess everyone was happy bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Later at night i spent a romantic dinner and movie with Anna.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday after class rushed home for Janamashtmi.&lt;br /&gt;Next day again we went out for movie.&lt;br /&gt;It's an indescribable feeling so I'm not writing more.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, today came.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 3rd Sept, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;The Students' General Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Had been planning for it almost 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have my Students' Council members!&lt;br /&gt;And right after it's all over and I reach home, I jus received my new HP mini laptop!!&lt;br /&gt;Woot woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it been a fantastic week or what!!&lt;br /&gt;Phase 1 is complete.&lt;br /&gt;Now with the new team, its time to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Raya Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have to get so many things in place so we can end this semester with a BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 2 begins!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8628547097453066968?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8628547097453066968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/09/phase1-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8628547097453066968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8628547097453066968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/09/phase1-complete.html' title='PHASE1 : COMPLETE'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-7107068481683128963</id><published>2010-08-20T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>We gonna FLY!</title><content type='html'>Wassup wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Man its over a month.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I was supposedly on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Presidency has been passed on.&lt;br /&gt;And the holidays began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first task, orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Planned it 3 weeks ahead and gave the members their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Was really the best way to see what they are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;But the management had to come and take it over.&lt;br /&gt;If things were difficult at first, wait till you meet the new system.&lt;br /&gt;A challenge I'm so looking forward to bring down.&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;So well, orientation was different!&lt;br /&gt;A black &amp;amp; white orientation as I call it.&lt;br /&gt;And I found all those GREY people who just make life difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now its time to colour in the new student council.&lt;br /&gt;And only the bright colors are allowed. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I know the student council sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;That's because there is NO student council!&lt;br /&gt;It still hasn't been structured.&lt;br /&gt;And so its jus been a series of mess...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we made it through anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Now the plan must come in place.&lt;br /&gt;I had already thought of a new structure.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I got help and now we have a draft just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend the final details are going to be in and an entire new system will be done by next week.&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to build a team that works.&lt;br /&gt;And it will work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a short break in Kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;Was fun and beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;Loved the beaches.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you should see the pics on FB for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the holidays are over just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Results are out and it should be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Can't access full results coz haven't paid my fees.&lt;br /&gt;Scholarship still stuck at 30%!&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's surely going to be a revolution coming!&lt;br /&gt;One that has been planned in my head a little over a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;Phase 1 begins next week...&lt;br /&gt;And once its in nothing gonna stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you believe me or not.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you know me or not.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like me or not.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I know how I plan to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been given a chance to do what they can, to do it better than me.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't, you just can't.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus gonna stand up and make some NOISE!!&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna rock coz we gonna FLY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-7107068481683128963?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7107068481683128963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-gonna-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7107068481683128963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7107068481683128963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-gonna-fly.html' title='We gonna FLY!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-7815772207643771467</id><published>2010-07-15T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>It's all good... :)</title><content type='html'>Normal la.&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've been more lazy than busy.&lt;br /&gt;Keep procrastinating my assignments till last day.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't taken time to work on the uni blog at all!&lt;br /&gt;Which I feel really bad about.&lt;br /&gt;Even offered to resign but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the student council. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Finally they let me be the Prez but things are yet to be settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired la.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Fed up of working working working!&lt;br /&gt;Well assignments are going to be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are on the way.&lt;br /&gt;And what I feared the entire semester came true.&lt;br /&gt;They didnt continue the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;I already started thinking of going out to work and deffering my studies for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;But dad says he can arrange so fine la.&lt;br /&gt;So nvm that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the student council.&lt;br /&gt;It's working better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;Had a short meeting and the new team is so easy to work with.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least in the room la.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how they perform.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's sure, im really gonna have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Already planning huge things to change wat the council stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the top student in uni?&lt;br /&gt;I know I am and I don't like bragging bout it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so awkward when u walk into a class and everyone turns to u for answers.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers end the lecture and say "Karan's work is very good"&lt;br /&gt;One even tells me to shut up and give others a chance to answer her questions!&lt;br /&gt;AARRRGGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;I find it so pissing off to be considered abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be like this if I was just another rich kid who isnt bothered about money or career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's lucky to have less in life.&lt;br /&gt;Makes you work harder to get more than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;A bit too much actually.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares!&lt;br /&gt;It's all good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-7815772207643771467?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-532047981708071216</id><published>2010-06-25T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>.teardrops.</title><content type='html'>a teardrop&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it&lt;br /&gt;it rolls down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;its impossible for you to pull it back&lt;br /&gt;but at least you could wipe it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry i cry&lt;br /&gt;you need to know&lt;br /&gt;i need to live a better life&lt;br /&gt;i have all i want&lt;br /&gt;but i lack what i need&lt;br /&gt;i need shelter&lt;br /&gt;its pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;there's thunder over me&lt;br /&gt;i can't live this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it strikes&lt;br /&gt;once&lt;br /&gt;twice&lt;br /&gt;i'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;thrice&lt;br /&gt;enough already&lt;br /&gt;and it keeps striking&lt;br /&gt;blood is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;dark&lt;br /&gt;deep&lt;br /&gt;tortured&lt;br /&gt;disturbed&lt;br /&gt;but your not there&lt;br /&gt;your not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shadow&lt;br /&gt;the evil&lt;br /&gt;if I had a gun I'd shoot it&lt;br /&gt;i'd kill its soul&lt;br /&gt;coz I know it's killing us too&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill it I swear&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill it I dare&lt;br /&gt;But do you?&lt;br /&gt;will you please shoot it dead&lt;br /&gt;kill it so it never speaks again&lt;br /&gt;and maybe just maybe it'll all be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no&lt;br /&gt;your not you&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should die&lt;br /&gt;maybe you&lt;br /&gt;maybe us&lt;br /&gt;but aren't we already dead&lt;br /&gt;then why is there this teardrop rolling down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;warm&lt;br /&gt;moist&lt;br /&gt;subtly painful&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;a drop that drowns me&lt;br /&gt;it goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;and you're not here&lt;br /&gt;your not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be that way&lt;br /&gt;maybe dead people are meant to be like that&lt;br /&gt;but am I really dead&lt;br /&gt;or is it just you&lt;br /&gt;or is it just us&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;it is worse than death&lt;br /&gt;for I know death comes only once&lt;br /&gt;but the thunder strikes again and again&lt;br /&gt;and that black shadow keeps laughing&lt;br /&gt;shoot him please&lt;br /&gt;kill him today&lt;br /&gt;do it&lt;br /&gt;I know you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can't&lt;br /&gt;your dead yourself&lt;br /&gt;your not you&lt;br /&gt;you made that shadow&lt;br /&gt;its your blood&lt;br /&gt;the blood is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;it keeps bleeding&lt;br /&gt;just like the tears&lt;br /&gt;keep rolling down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's what we should be&lt;br /&gt;away from the shadow&lt;br /&gt;away from the blood&lt;br /&gt;away from the thunder&lt;br /&gt;and maybe alive&lt;br /&gt;or maybe by death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-532047981708071216?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/532047981708071216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/06/teardrops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/532047981708071216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/532047981708071216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/06/teardrops.html' title='.teardrops.'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8719536267754476970</id><published>2010-06-13T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Subliminal Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;They control our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, thoughts are vibes we send out.&lt;br /&gt;Vibes create the universe and every atom in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;We can't always control them&lt;br /&gt;Heck, we don't even know what's goin on in our head half of the time.&lt;br /&gt;So do we know what we're creating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subliminal advertising.&lt;br /&gt;It's used by lots of fast food and drink companies to send their message into our heads indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;I can bet you it bloody works!&lt;br /&gt;So let's say you see a friend eating some fast food rite, and you automatically find yourself hungry for it as well. (most of the time at least)&lt;br /&gt;What if it's being fed to you even without you knowing?&lt;br /&gt;Like a logo of the product hidden in the poster of a movie advert.&lt;br /&gt;And it somehow makes you want to have that drink while watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it was like before, now its banned.&lt;br /&gt;But still, watch football matches this World Cup and you'll see so many messages from every company promoting their brand.&lt;br /&gt;You don't notice them, it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;But subliminal thoughts are sent to your brain and the next thing you know is that your calling up for delivery and opening a bottle of soda during the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a preview.&lt;br /&gt;My point?.&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts are influenced by subliminal messages.&lt;br /&gt;If we can choose which messages we want, we can influence our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;If we can influence our thoughts, imagine what our life would be.&lt;br /&gt;We would never again make a bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;We would always be in the right mood.&lt;br /&gt;We would create everything that we want, the way we want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a message of a million dollar cheque.&lt;br /&gt;Posted somewhere on your fridge, door, cupboard, book, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;You see it everywhere but you don't really bother.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Your brain has already picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;It's there hidden and your unconscious mind is developing that image.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;It might come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have no real evidence to say so.&lt;br /&gt;But if subliminal really works, then we should really think about sticking stuff around the house.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8719536267754476970?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8719536267754476970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/06/subliminal-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8719536267754476970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8719536267754476970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/06/subliminal-thoughts.html' title='Subliminal Thoughts'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-611149977091365322</id><published>2010-05-26T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>What My Heart Wants To Say</title><content type='html'>college stress&lt;br /&gt;home stress&lt;br /&gt;scooter stress&lt;br /&gt;assignment stress&lt;br /&gt;scholarship stress&lt;br /&gt;blogging stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much stress from every angle.&lt;br /&gt;Not in a bad way though.&lt;br /&gt;Just that there's lots to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I know, sounds bloody familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I took some time to escape it last night.&lt;br /&gt;Anna's my best stress buster.&lt;br /&gt;She makes me laugh silly,&lt;br /&gt;mostly coz it's fun to tease her.&lt;br /&gt;But since she wasn't online,&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her online, and that's when it struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old song from high school days.&lt;br /&gt;Audioslave's "Like A Stone"..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you there... alone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing all those songs on the radio while I studied for PMR/SPM.&lt;br /&gt;Took some time to listen to all those songs again.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow they meant much more than before.&lt;br /&gt;The music, the lyrics, the voice.&lt;br /&gt;Everything made just more sense.&lt;br /&gt;I cried listening to Eminem's "When I'm Gone"&lt;br /&gt;I jumped again listening to "Spirit In The Sky" by Gareth Gates&lt;br /&gt;And soaked in the tears of "Gone" by N*sync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Ok. None of my assignments were done.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even start on any research.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I didn't even study for the quiz next day!&lt;br /&gt;But it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was singing "Like A Stone" all day today.&lt;br /&gt;I so can't wait to get started on our GLEE project in uni.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of stress.&lt;br /&gt;All I need right now is some randomness and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-611149977091365322?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/611149977091365322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-my-heart-wants-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/611149977091365322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/611149977091365322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-my-heart-wants-to-say.html' title='What My Heart Wants To Say'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8683389792551220875</id><published>2010-05-26T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Need I Say More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghl48Iw50gc/S_z0eBvrnlI/AAAAAAAAACc/28TPMjal3UA/s1600/IMAGE_271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 606px; height: 453px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghl48Iw50gc/S_z0eBvrnlI/AAAAAAAAACc/28TPMjal3UA/s400/IMAGE_271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475520043677359698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8683389792551220875?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8683389792551220875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-i-say-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8683389792551220875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8683389792551220875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-i-say-more.html' title='Need I Say More?'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghl48Iw50gc/S_z0eBvrnlI/AAAAAAAAACc/28TPMjal3UA/s72-c/IMAGE_271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-6148926835238796390</id><published>2010-05-20T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Not Interested. Unavaiable. Life's Complicated.</title><content type='html'>I guess I've run out of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester started so soon.&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows I had no holidays coz I was busy helping the uni.&lt;br /&gt;And then classes were complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the classes may have been sorted but its already 3rd week.&lt;br /&gt;By week 5 we already have so many assignments to hand in&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished with AFC Laura Calder event last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;2 whole days of running around and we were sloshed.&lt;br /&gt;All in the name of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;Doing all these things is just consuming my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handling the Concierge, events, assignments, changing timetables,&lt;br /&gt;scooter broken down...&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;Having bad head ache today.&lt;br /&gt;Could hardly get my brains working in class.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I don't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;But at the back of my head there's still assignments that I should be working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my episode of Glee to download so I can watch that and go to sleep for now.&lt;br /&gt;Not interested in anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course, it's my bebo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-6148926835238796390?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6148926835238796390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-interested-unavaiable-lifes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6148926835238796390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6148926835238796390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-interested-unavaiable-lifes.html' title='Not Interested. Unavaiable. Life&apos;s Complicated.'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-6764712119476794795</id><published>2010-05-04T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:03:30.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Missing you, Bebo...</title><content type='html'>She can be so many things.&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;She can be right in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;More closer than ever.&lt;br /&gt;She can live in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Breath in my skin.&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is her picture in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the voice in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Keeps getting louder now.&lt;br /&gt;A shadow in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sleep without.&lt;br /&gt;I need myself to know.&lt;br /&gt;I need herself to show.&lt;br /&gt;So put a put a picture of her in front of me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to find a reason.&lt;br /&gt;As clear as a picture.&lt;br /&gt;You're my every season.&lt;br /&gt;You're the light of colors.&lt;br /&gt;The joy of life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please put your picture in front of me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Karan/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v647/59/2/780894083/n780894083_1086732_6365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v647/59/2/780894083/n780894083_1086732_6365.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you, Bebo! Muax!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-6764712119476794795?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6764712119476794795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-you-bebo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6764712119476794795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6764712119476794795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-you-bebo.html' title='Missing you, Bebo...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-9172286427007610316</id><published>2010-05-03T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:59:13.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester. New Hope.</title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;The new semester is on.&lt;br /&gt;Subjects are great. All management and theory.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be boring in classes.&lt;br /&gt;Except lecturers are pretty interesting this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were basically no holidays coz of the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;After which now I'm busy thinkin bout some events.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;To add to that, we have 4 major event coming this month alone.&lt;br /&gt;Another AFC dinner, some chef association, and an International chef competition.&lt;br /&gt;Next month there's a huge food fest and maybe some sports games.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;I have Tuesday's free from classes.&lt;br /&gt;But guess that's gonna be my extra-curricular day.&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw I plan to grab a table and start working with the Social Media Dept.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was even thinking that I could work part time this semester.&lt;br /&gt;God knows what's in store.&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Student Council.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Now they aren't having elections.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;But they want some of us to jump in and be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;A total restructure of course.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the uni blog.&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna go solid.&lt;br /&gt;Already there's a few posts from new students.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many will follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;And then by the end of the year I can hand it over to the future bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Semester.&lt;br /&gt;New Hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-9172286427007610316?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9172286427007610316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-semester-new-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/9172286427007610316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/9172286427007610316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-semester-new-hope.html' title='New Semester. New Hope.'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-7530951146308605615</id><published>2010-04-28T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:43:04.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EventFULL Holidays!</title><content type='html'>My mom keeps complaining about how busy I am during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Few years back, holidays meant lazing around at home, getting up late, not taking shower, and watching TV all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hardly am ever away from uni.&lt;br /&gt;But as I always say, that's just my definition of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams were over and right the next day I was back in college to party.&lt;br /&gt;We went over to T-Bowl Restaurant in Sungei Wang to spend off all the tips we had collected over the semester.&lt;br /&gt;T-Bowl is short for Toilet Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We had lunch sitting on them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to upload pics.&lt;br /&gt;Might blog it on the uni blog instead.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got served on toilet shaped plates and bowls.&lt;br /&gt;And the ice cream was most interestingly shitty.&lt;br /&gt;All said, it was fun and we just couldn't stop disgusting each other and laughing it off.&lt;br /&gt;Dam!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures would really show you what I mean. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday after that we had some Tourism Conference in uni.&lt;br /&gt;It was huge.&lt;br /&gt;People from all around the world and some very interesting papers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely doing my masters and Phd after seeing those guys.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, some of them couldn't even speak during their presentations.&lt;br /&gt;But learned really cool theories and research methods that will hopefully help one day.&lt;br /&gt;Contacts. Especially some guy who's working with Jumeirah.&lt;br /&gt;No1 seems to know but Jumeirah is the group that owns that 7-star hotel and several other hotels around the world.&lt;br /&gt;My dream of going to Dubai just keeps getting more vivid each day.&lt;br /&gt;Even checked up some internship programmes.&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice to fast-track all the operational and managerial departments and go corporate straight!&lt;br /&gt;Now that's ambition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a day off.&lt;br /&gt;And Monday, Tuesday back in college again to plan for the new intake orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Wed, Thurs, and Friday was there obviously.&lt;br /&gt;It's been really happening and all the new students are pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till classes start though... hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of us went clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Devi's and partied till the club closed.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the old times.&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday just chilled at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got a call early morning to help for catering.&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Genting for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;The party was at a hidden bungalow just before Awana.&lt;br /&gt;It was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;The bungalows weren't so great or anything.&lt;br /&gt;But jus the beauty of the place was breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;They had a swimming pool and movie theater with lovely scenery in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Again, pictures will say a thousand words but I'm lazy to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I forgot to bring my camera and used my phone instead.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Someday maybe I would buy a property like that and you guys can come over to see what I mean k.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to uni on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;This time meeting with Mdm Mae for the new uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;Went temple for a while and went pasar on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Did the mistake of drinking Air Tebu with lots of ice.&lt;br /&gt;Now my throat is sore and it's irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we had a meeting with MYC and 7up Revive to sponsor one of our events.&lt;br /&gt;Bounced few ideas and might jus have found a winning one.&lt;br /&gt;But it's too huge and crazy, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;One thing assured, if it works, we're gonna win RM 10,000 or more and it will look so bloody beautiful on my resume.&lt;br /&gt;Plus it'll be fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's what holidays are for rite?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess only I can say I enjoy my holidays being in university most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-7530951146308605615?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7530951146308605615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/eventfull-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7530951146308605615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7530951146308605615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/eventfull-holidays.html' title='EventFULL Holidays!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3585341285206741962</id><published>2010-04-17T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:18:53.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A People's Person</title><content type='html'>Exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;It was just so unpredictable this time.&lt;br /&gt;The papers were all like full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;Started off with Accom Management. All was well, but made mistake in calculation.&lt;br /&gt;Rest Management. All Case Study, wrote nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Accounts, jus did not have enough time to finish all the questions.&lt;br /&gt;English, finished the 3 hr paper in 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;Plus this time the pressure is even more to maintain the 4.0.&lt;br /&gt;Totally need it to keep my scholarship full-proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though everyone thinks I shouldn't have a problem extending it.&lt;br /&gt;I am crazily active after all.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays just began I'm I was back in college next day helping out for a conference.&lt;br /&gt;Totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Met some pretty inspiring people and learnt about interesting researches.&lt;br /&gt;The idea of doing post-graduate studies is more exciting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Mr.Teddy of the Student Services directly approached me to run for Student President.&lt;br /&gt;What to say. I'm flattered really.&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't so simple to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my uni blog that needs a lot of attention right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already all over the uni and I don't wanna be a show-off.&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's so many things in the uni I would change, I'll probably end up fighting with them.&lt;br /&gt;With great power, comes great problems.&lt;br /&gt;If the uni is ready to face the problems I'll give them, then yes, I will run for president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it'll make much difference to me if I became president anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My career prospects are absolutely strong even right now.&lt;br /&gt;As Michelle put it today, I'm not a 'Normal Student'.&lt;br /&gt;I got a double dose from Ms.Kit just because I left the conference to give a visitor a tour of the uni.&lt;br /&gt;My bad. Didn't know she wasn't part of the conference.&lt;br /&gt;But she was from the media. Some radio stations and magazines.&lt;br /&gt;The next time she comes to the uni for press coverage, guess who she'll look for?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, not everyone overlooks the lil things we do wrong in order to achieve the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your normal student.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stand there and mind my own business.&lt;br /&gt;People are my business and as long as I get them what they need I'm making a profit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but if you really try, you can give a girl exactly what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;She may want a guy with 6-packs. Or a guy that looks like Robert Pattison.&lt;br /&gt;It jus takes a small amount of sincerity to change all that.&lt;br /&gt;Blink, the book I'm reading has a research that proves we tell stories and fantasies of how we want our perfect partner to be, but in reality we fall for someone totally different.&lt;br /&gt;Because at that very moment, when we are together, all those criteria disappear and its all about that mysterious thing called love.&lt;br /&gt;Showing that love genuinely can seriously give an enormous profit.&lt;br /&gt;The time I spend with Anna is just priceless.&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps gettin better each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;br /&gt;They change us.&lt;br /&gt;They inspire us.&lt;br /&gt;They challenge us.&lt;br /&gt;They make us who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Good people or bad people, everyone that comes my way will only make me a better person than I was yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3585341285206741962?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3585341285206741962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-peoples-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3585341285206741962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3585341285206741962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-peoples-person.html' title='I&apos;m A People&apos;s Person'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5878435268881398193</id><published>2010-04-07T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:02:44.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Roller Coaster Babey!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day.&lt;br /&gt;It's not my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;That was 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;But let's talk about that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Well at 12am Naina was the first person to call me.&lt;br /&gt;That's 2 years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;And then started a long spree of incoming msgs and comments on FB.&lt;br /&gt;Mind blowing!&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has seen my wall lately, it was jus so touching to see so many people buzzing up.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there's no party coz of exams and an assignment I had to submit urgently.&lt;br /&gt;One day before however, dad gave me 500 bucks and told me to go buy any camera I like.&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed Anna along to go shopping in Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;After my long fuss of checking every option available, finally settled for a Nikon that was on sale.&lt;br /&gt;I think I got a pretty good deal, especially since Ezran, the pro mayagrapher in uni approved of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just learning to play around with the lens to get those pro photos.&lt;br /&gt;So far, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, the sentiments continued as each person that crossed by in college wished me.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go out for lunch coz all of us were waiting for Mdm Mae's birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. The uni planned a surprise for her with free food and cake for all.&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging around uni when saw Ms. Gigi Karaoke-ing in the student centre.&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and next thing I know I was holding the mic myself.&lt;br /&gt;They pulled me in to sing a song for Mdm.&lt;br /&gt;You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! It went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;After that had makan makan.&lt;br /&gt;Free cake! Nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;Before going home, Dana buzzed me to meet up in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;So super-duper sweet of her to come all the way to give my bday gift, a book.&lt;br /&gt;Another one of those inspirational ones that make me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to today now.&lt;br /&gt;Why is today special?&lt;br /&gt;It was our last official class for the semester.&lt;br /&gt;And since this was the 3rd semester, it's the last class of my 1st yr in uni!&lt;br /&gt;That's rite! The 1st yr is over!!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;I got tempted to buy Krispy Kreme on the way back to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited today morning when the idea hit me.&lt;br /&gt;Was riding my bike and listening songs as usual.&lt;br /&gt;But it just felt really good.&lt;br /&gt;Owh btw, since I was busy finishing up the assignment, I didn't sleep before 4am.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up again at 7am so I was still kinda mabuk la.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the assignment was over.&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours the 1st year of studies would end!&lt;br /&gt;But this is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my report and printed it.&lt;br /&gt;Then realized I accidentally deleted part of the assignment and had to re-type and re-print.&lt;br /&gt;After that, the presentation was missing a slide, but could write another quickly.&lt;br /&gt;After all that was over, we went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;3 spoons of my tasty Chicken Claypot Rice I realized my brand new camera was missing!&lt;br /&gt;Classmates were playing around with it and I forgot to put it back in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;Ran to the library. Luckily it was there!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;Well, so happens that even Syafiq misplaced his phone afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, that's not the best mishap of today.&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying the songs on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Was totally in the zone since morning.&lt;br /&gt;And then, the phone gets stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, just restarted it.&lt;br /&gt;After few mins the screen went off again.&lt;br /&gt;All white.&lt;br /&gt;The phone was working, just couldn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it'll get well.&lt;br /&gt;Except it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;After few hours it won't even start up.&lt;br /&gt;GONE!&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;This time it's not the screen, probably the ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;That means a whole lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-incidently, I've been hunting for the new iphone and blackberry offers by digi, maxis, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect excuse to get one now.&lt;br /&gt;I reach home and tell dad my phone's kaput.&lt;br /&gt;He tells another offer from Great Eastern giving away free phones under celcom; Blackberry la.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go check out the promotion this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more light of awesome-ness!&lt;br /&gt;Some guy who has a Hindi radio station in Dubai is thinking of investing in another one here.&lt;br /&gt;Money no limit.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are all possible!&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on who's dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what an exciting day!&lt;br /&gt;Total Roller Coaster Babey!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5878435268881398193?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5878435268881398193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/total-roller-coaster-babey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5878435268881398193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5878435268881398193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/total-roller-coaster-babey.html' title='Total Roller Coaster Babey!!!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-341099729607263991</id><published>2010-04-03T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:07:13.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Cool!</title><content type='html'>Why oh why does April feel so awesome?!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was our exhibition for English.&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much to it.&lt;br /&gt;The team had done a lot of the work.&lt;br /&gt;I jus put in small touches.&lt;br /&gt;But what was really amazing was the picture of a floating hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://arbitraries.com/arch3609/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/2570505804_94295a6338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 348px;" src="http://arbitraries.com/arch3609/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/2570505804_94295a6338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess that was jus amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the music in my head.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of my April.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat the beginning of something so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;What if I could work at a place like that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the rumor was that its gonna be built in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a superb exhibition, went over to Anna's place for her drama.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOWW!! Super hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner and just hung out.&lt;br /&gt;April was here and it was GOOOOOOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day at college I pretty much already knew they had planned come kinda surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Just buat tak tau and went on with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I made my very first Latte on my own!&lt;br /&gt;There's this Barista challenge coming up in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;But we have to start training from now.&lt;br /&gt;Just another opportunity that will do wonders on my resume.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, next is becoming a Wine Sommelier as well.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the latte was alright, but my Espresso sure pass!&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't know, we use this Espresso machine to make coffee.&lt;br /&gt;First we choose the roasted coffee beans, grind them, then with high pressure extract the flavors with the espresso machine.&lt;br /&gt;And well, I guess I got those fundamentals right already.&lt;br /&gt;Now just need to learn how use the Espresso and create other drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;We cleared up after operations and were enjoying our last practical feast.&lt;br /&gt;The switched the lights off suddenly and brought in the cake.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually my classmates birthday 2 days before.&lt;br /&gt;So we were kinda celebrating that, and so they included mine as well.&lt;br /&gt;I was bloody glad to see the cake.&lt;br /&gt;RASPBERRY CREAM TORTE!&lt;br /&gt;It is just bloody tasty OK!&lt;br /&gt;Cut it up and everyone partied.&lt;br /&gt;There were some fake champagne bottles too.&lt;br /&gt;Then the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to get anything for Angela.&lt;br /&gt;They informed me so last minute that they were buying her gifts.&lt;br /&gt;But those 3 got together and bought me a book.&lt;br /&gt;So apt right.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with it the moment I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll write about it once I'm done reading it.&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you it's an awesome book that gonna make me even more 'superhuman' than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my friends are gonna do something so how could I leave out my Bebo.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Anna to come over to Times Square in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;We went for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clash of the Titans&lt;/span&gt; on IMAX and grabbed pizza on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;I followed her back on lrt to drop her back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;Had the pizza by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;And had to rush to catch the last train back to Times Square @ 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;I was the only person on the train.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;The things we guys do for girls. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the first 2 days of April.&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's gonna be more party and fun coming around.&lt;br /&gt;April is gonna be happening!&lt;br /&gt;APRIL is gonna be SO SO COOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-341099729607263991?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/341099729607263991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/aprils-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/341099729607263991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/341099729607263991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/aprils-cool.html' title='April&apos;s Cool!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-7076265725152374825</id><published>2010-03-31T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:04:56.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Wish-Not-List</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows my birthday is coming rite.&lt;br /&gt;And though none of you have probably thought till now what to buy for me,&lt;br /&gt;here's a small tip on what NOT to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing all the last minute gifts people come up with it's better I put up an&lt;br /&gt;I WISH NOT LIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO TIES!!! Just last month one guy got 2 ties for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;From the same shop! SAME COLOR!&lt;br /&gt;So please don't go to MyTieShop in between classes to grab a tie, applies specially for Berjaya students. Unless it's a really special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No perfumes. I have a few, and I only use on special occasions. Plus, the good ones are like too expensive. Don't waste so much la. There's cheaper things with more value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No watches. My mom complains I have too many. Plus, I love the one I have. No other can compare with it. The only one that's better is priced over 3k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No crappy decor items. (photo frames, pen holders, scented candles) Don't you just hate those gifts which don't signify anything? Oh but they make good items to give to other friends. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Petaling Street stuff, especially clothes. Have you ever heard of me borrowing stuff? No rite. That's coz I have the best wardrobe among us guys. You all know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No flowers. I shouldn't have to say this. I'm a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPECIAL REMINDER:&lt;/span&gt; Please please don't go into 7-11s and grab shavers/deos/condoms/etc etc. I rather have Slurpee. Or just buy reload coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;The list of things you should NOT buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you buy?&lt;br /&gt;Here's the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Find the cheapest, yet most meaningful gift.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I do.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me it works better than spending hundreds of bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Though you have to take some time to think first la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;You'll know what to buy.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-7076265725152374825?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7076265725152374825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-not-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7076265725152374825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7076265725152374825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-not-list.html' title='I-Wish-Not-List'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1464977240242206164</id><published>2010-03-27T13:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:09:36.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>***Celebratized***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebratized&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(n.) &lt;/span&gt;- Being turned into a celebrity using the "Immersion Methodology".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my practical exam might be over but we're still buzzing around the cafe for the rest of them to get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Michelle's turn.&lt;br /&gt;So we went down to the CIMB open to promote the cafe and we jus sorta bumped into Nicole David.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, you heard me.&lt;br /&gt;We saw her walk past and stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;told her about the cafe and asked her to come support us.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't come but that's like expected rite.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we made a sale of around 1,300.. so no complains.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we end up with a fullhouse each Friday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was the shorty's turn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being mean but screw you.&lt;br /&gt;She's sweet and short, and she's my friend, Rainnie.&lt;br /&gt;Her's just exceeded expectations!&lt;br /&gt;Over a full house, she had Lina Teoh dining in.&lt;br /&gt;Even I don't know who's Lina Teoh, but remember KOPITIAM?&lt;br /&gt;That funny show they had when we were growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, she was the lead and she's ex-Miss Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;So its a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;They were there for a small shoot and to get some help from the uni.&lt;br /&gt;I was the first in line who got called on and Mdm Mae introduced me to her and the owner of Palate Pellet, Su-Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they were there for a reality series on BBC called Business Wars.&lt;br /&gt;Su-Ann needs some help with her Pub/Restaurant and they were looking for students to help out for an event that's tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it's a bit intimidating to just step in there and do all the work.&lt;br /&gt;But after listening to Su-Ann describe the place and the mood of it, I just can't help but want to check it out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's gonna be a perfect chance to meet some people and make contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a Berjaya UCH student, and this comes with the package.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be an amazing night and I can't wait to blog about it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1464977240242206164?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1464977240242206164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebratized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1464977240242206164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1464977240242206164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebratized.html' title='***Celebratized***'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-7460137046247416640</id><published>2010-03-18T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:59:28.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Karan...</title><content type='html'>Have I told you guys bout some group therapy session in college?&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have it every Thursday and we started by talking about Love then went on to self exploration.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's something fun.&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting around sharing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It gets interesting at times.&lt;br /&gt;But I think if we had a bigger group would be more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'm still working on the uni blog.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got 2 more posts up.&lt;br /&gt;And more are to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to push people to write something, anything to put on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to mention one of the trainee that helped out during my practical last week.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina Loi.&lt;br /&gt;She had already registered for the April intake and wanted to try out the classes.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I saw her more than several times in a week hanging around college finding out stuff.&lt;br /&gt;When they asked me if she could help out, I was more than glad. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;I found her on FB the same night and discovered her blog.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;Next day I just told them to snap few pics and do a write up for the uni blog too.&lt;br /&gt;Right now she already has a post on her page.&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;But what's even more amazing is that she's promoting the uni's Open Day on her FB status!&lt;br /&gt;And you can see her putting up stuff about the uni here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;She totally reminds me of myself!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thrilled she's coming to uni.&lt;br /&gt;Finally there's another crazy person who goes on FB and posts links of the uni and blogs about it.&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say, she's going to be taking over my place in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina Loi.&lt;br /&gt;You may just be the next Chief Concierge.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I think you're gonna be my best accomplice in uni.&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to having you around college.&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna keep up the same drive and passion, I am very sure, you will be the next Karan Chhabra of Berjaya UCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-7460137046247416640?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7460137046247416640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-karan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7460137046247416640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7460137046247416640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-karan.html' title='Being Karan...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5061120174305800795</id><published>2010-03-15T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:15:28.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching On...</title><content type='html'>Half of March is over and I seriously need to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well I got totally caught up with my practical exam.&lt;br /&gt;Chose an out of space theme with Star Wars and Star trek all.&lt;br /&gt;It worked out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Met my sales target.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to write my report and all my worries are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends who came and supported me.&lt;br /&gt;It was stressful and there were just so many things that were left to the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;But was just pretty confident all will go well, and it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at a Education Fair helping out the uni this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Super tiring once again.&lt;br /&gt;But totally worth the experience.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just wait and see where it gets me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh Owh!&lt;br /&gt;Another one.&lt;br /&gt;We had the crown prince of Norway in our college for a cooking competition.&lt;br /&gt;And to imagine, our students won like all three places!&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's students went home empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;Damn wei!&lt;br /&gt;That was an awesome moment.&lt;br /&gt;I almost teared seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to many more such events and maybe someday I would have a chance to shine as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I do have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;During my practical exam I was lucky enough to have the representatives of William Angliss dining with me.&lt;br /&gt;Met them personally and put in a good word for myself.&lt;br /&gt;And now I've got a brilliant idea to work on.&lt;br /&gt;Cross fingers.&lt;br /&gt;It'll work and I'll have plenty pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;Really need it now that I want to take my date out more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you much much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5061120174305800795?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5061120174305800795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/marching-on.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='text'>February Isn't Perfect</title><content type='html'>February isn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Humans aren't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;We aren't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships aren't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how truly, no matter how deeply, no matter how madly you love a person,&lt;br /&gt;it is never going to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;There's still going to be that long list of things we find in a person.&lt;br /&gt;That need for commitment and security.&lt;br /&gt;The fear of problems that come with a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;The world around you that makes you think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;That past that keeps you from repeating mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;The uncertainty of the future.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't need to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that should be is that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with trying to find the perfect girl.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect relationship.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect future.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you.&lt;br /&gt;Imperfectly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;No worries of the future.&lt;br /&gt;No complaints whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;No complicated relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you.&lt;br /&gt;Imperfectly together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But February isn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;So let's just wait till its the perfect time shall we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2363527161036166537?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2363527161036166537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-isnt-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2363527161036166537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2363527161036166537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-isnt-perfect.html' title='February Isn&apos;t Perfect'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5550522827559466225</id><published>2010-02-25T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:18:43.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gifts of February</title><content type='html'>Among the greatest things in life is the that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of love.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of greatness.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of achievement.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of being on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I felt that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It was ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;And a well deserved moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.berjaya.edu.my/concierge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep last night hoping that the uni blog i'm working on would be a great hit.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, an idea just hit me.&lt;br /&gt;The uni was celebrating Chinese New Year in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I had only few hours to get the blog ready for launch in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I got to work.&lt;br /&gt;After 5 hours of gluing myself to the laptop, uploading several pictures, and tackling all the little details of the first blog post, it was ready.&lt;br /&gt;The first blog post.&lt;br /&gt;A story of our first year in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished it in the nick of time and rushed over to college.&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention I bunked class today?&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;Last minute I informed everyone and was so nervous to get everything ready.&lt;br /&gt;Got the projector, got the screen, set the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I had to wait for them to confirm if I could actually go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Party began.&lt;br /&gt;VIPs launched the CNY celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the makan makan and CNY performances.&lt;br /&gt;That done, finally it was my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nerves were shaking.&lt;br /&gt;And it was showing terribly.&lt;br /&gt;The projector cable got pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;Took some time to on it back again.&lt;br /&gt;Laptop button was broken. No mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Went in to the office and grabbed one.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please oh please oh please let this work!&lt;br /&gt;Damn! they're announcing it already.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It works.&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;And Mae Ho with her million dollar smile comes forward to publish the first post.&lt;br /&gt;Just a click. That's all the big fuss was about.&lt;br /&gt;It's on!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky me, I got the mic to say a few words.&lt;br /&gt;Had no idea what I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it made sense. They clapped after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for every thanks.&lt;br /&gt;It was time to go around and thank each person that helped me on the way.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I tried to be humble when thanking them but instead they made me feel so proud.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And to think it all happened in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;Whole life last minute job.&lt;br /&gt;DBR wut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the blog at www.berjaya.edu.my/concierge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5550522827559466225?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5550522827559466225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/gifts-of-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5550522827559466225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5550522827559466225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/gifts-of-february.html' title='The Gifts of February'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5437685203938511763</id><published>2010-02-20T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:49:52.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.myself.</title><content type='html'>My Self.&lt;br /&gt;Have you met yours?&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these past few days I've felt things that cannot be expressed.&lt;br /&gt;Things that a common man does not even know exist.&lt;br /&gt;Things that have changed me in so many wonderful ways.&lt;br /&gt;Things that brought me closer to my SELF.&lt;br /&gt;The soul. The heart. The light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not talk about god.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I've been there and I know God only exists in our world.&lt;br /&gt;In the worlds beyond, we are not any separate from that light.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what I went thru.&lt;br /&gt;And you could only know when you feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays came right on time.&lt;br /&gt;I attended shivyog shivir for 8 days from 13th to 20th Feb.&lt;br /&gt;Morning to evening.&lt;br /&gt;All my time spent meditating and discovering hidden secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my journey was not of these 8 days only.&lt;br /&gt;I know where it all begin.&lt;br /&gt;It was when an uncle from India gave me a book called The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like the book.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, curious for better ones, he bought me The ALCHEMIST by Paulo Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;(*Best book in the entire universe. Trust me.)&lt;br /&gt;"When you want something with all your heart, the entire universe conspires to help you achieve it"&lt;br /&gt;It caught me.&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that saints that walked the earth had powers which we can too.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that the used em all up and died without passing it on.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The powers are still here.&lt;br /&gt;And my search was completed when I enrolled for Shivyog.&lt;br /&gt;But there is still much more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Much much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing thing was that each question I had was answered.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I truly sat in meditation and had an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;I went beyond life.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond stars and galaxies.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, beyond myself.&lt;br /&gt;I met my SELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5437685203938511763?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5437685203938511763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/myself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5437685203938511763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5437685203938511763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/myself.html' title='.myself.'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3953525666005495030</id><published>2010-02-14T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:25:13.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Valentine</title><content type='html'>Good boy February, that was a smooth recovery.&lt;br /&gt;I have to give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;You had me for a while back there.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end we talked and it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;And it happened at the sweet strike of 12am.&lt;br /&gt;With Chinese New Year firecrackers playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;And we were playing silly on MSN trying to transfer a huge video.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to give it to my for Vday.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;But it certainly makes you smile when at 12am a girl wants to send a Valentine video rite.&lt;br /&gt;Me happy happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the question is in front of me again:&lt;br /&gt;Tum Kya Chahte Ho?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;That's the beginning of our Shiv Yog journey.&lt;br /&gt;It's a total emotional roller-coaster.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to write all that goes on.&lt;br /&gt;It's unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say that it's just the second day and we've already felt total bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful, sweet, wonderful, emotional, and above all;&lt;br /&gt;UNCONDITIONALLY LOVELY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3953525666005495030?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3953525666005495030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/unconditional-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3953525666005495030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3953525666005495030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/unconditional-valentine.html' title='Unconditional Valentine'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2548179149589492972</id><published>2010-02-12T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:44:34.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February, What Happened?!</title><content type='html'>Come on.&lt;br /&gt;You were supposed to be super super good k.&lt;br /&gt;And what's with this spoiler all.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting this from you.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed so right.&lt;br /&gt;I planned it all perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;And without thinking twice, keeping my faith in you, I took the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;I put my heart out there once again, and it just fell back in.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it was fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Just that you made me imagine a different ending all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sweet, beautiful, lovely, comical, and just so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;It's everything about her that makes me want her by my side.&lt;br /&gt;There is never an answer to all why, what, how, and when.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope someone can answer me;&lt;br /&gt;February! What Happened?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;My phone fell and now the screen is cracked.&lt;br /&gt;Have to use my old phone wrapped with a rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get it fixed soon.&lt;br /&gt;Till then I'm missing half my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if February will bring me a new phone too.&lt;br /&gt;February, oh February...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2548179149589492972?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2548179149589492972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-what-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2548179149589492972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2548179149589492972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-what-happened.html' title='February, What Happened?!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-7923883294705461400</id><published>2010-02-09T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:50:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE OF STUPITY!</title><content type='html'>Pass this on or you'll die in your sleep at sharp 12.00 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN/Hotmail/Facebook/Google will charge money if you don't forward to 15 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link to win $1,000,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see me naked? Check me out at www.dream-on.com.urstupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward this to support Chris Yeoh who has penile fracture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join this group to get a design for your profile page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy these products. They contain chemicals that can kill you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will most probably die of stupidity if you're going to forward that e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;I have deleted so many of them, and yes, I'm still ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;So F you to whoever who forwarded those e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;I have balls! You have no brains!&lt;br /&gt;And yes, even those with God pictures and quotes don't work.&lt;br /&gt;I have God in my heart. I don't need silly e-mail to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google/MSN/Hotmail/etc will never charge money!&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how their company works?&lt;br /&gt;They live on 'free' users. Millions who use the free service.&lt;br /&gt;They keep all your information that you access online.&lt;br /&gt;And they sell your information for TRILLIONS!&lt;br /&gt;If they charge, users will decrease, information decreases, and they lose more money.&lt;br /&gt;They don't need your petty cash! KEEP IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of course, you can click a button and become MILLIONAIRE!&lt;br /&gt;Ya rite!&lt;br /&gt;While your at it bang your head on the wall and see if gold falls down.&lt;br /&gt;Or try throwing a rock to the sky above ur head, it will rain money!&lt;br /&gt;Come on la. Are you really that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friend on MSN sent me the link.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's safe rite?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my friend just wants to share photos.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, click on that link your friend sent you.&lt;br /&gt;After all, your friend's computer has virus that's sending you that stupid link.&lt;br /&gt;And being the stupid you are, why not click on the link and get the virus too!&lt;br /&gt;Yay to stupidity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity Chris Yeoh... awww... He has penile fracture...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that young girl with tumor.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll forward this e-mail and they'll receive funds from NGOs!&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a good person.&lt;br /&gt;I forward e-mails that are probably going around since 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;The girl probably had tumor in 1994 and the e-mail just reached your inbox simply because some people like you keep forwarding it!&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we're too good people to check to see if that girl is actually real.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the penile fracture.&lt;br /&gt;Such a tragedy. That means that guy can never have sex again!&lt;br /&gt;He's not a man anymore! Oh pity him!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! His penis is perfectly fine. It's you who's head-damaged!&lt;br /&gt;It's a stupid prank e-mail meant to insult and humiliate that guy.&lt;br /&gt;Ask any guy in the world!&lt;br /&gt;Getting your penis broken is as humiliating as getting raped in public.&lt;br /&gt;And so while someone is raping that Chris Yeoh in public by humiliating him, you're such a good person that assists the rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't Facebook so boring.&lt;br /&gt;I mean we can talk to so many people and use so many applications.&lt;br /&gt;But you'd rather add stupid pages and groups and spam everyone's wall with invites.&lt;br /&gt;If Facebook wanted to give custom profile designs, they would let you know.&lt;br /&gt;NO other 3rd party application is gonna hack their system and give you a special page!&lt;br /&gt;It sounds too good rite. It is!&lt;br /&gt;Check the group/page for details.&lt;br /&gt;There are 100000 wall posts on that page that say it doesn't work!&lt;br /&gt;But of course, you're too smart and will just forward it too 100 friends just to see if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly we must beware of Coke/Pepsi/Colgate/Sunsilk/Corn Flakes/McD/etc.&lt;br /&gt;All these products contain things that can kill us.&lt;br /&gt;They're not hygienic. The owners are stupid. The government that gives them license is stupid. All the world's biggest people who use the products are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But you're the smartest in the world and should never use these products.&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;Coz it will damage your UNUSED BRAINS!&lt;br /&gt;You don't even bother to check if it's just a rumor or is it news that was a century ago!&lt;br /&gt;And you must be a genius to think multi-billion corporations would risk their reputation on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Even Eintein couldn't have guessed that it's probably just rumors spread to create controversy and a way to create problems for competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE!&lt;br /&gt;Die of fear and ignorance of the information that is out there!&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly what all these forward e-mail are meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;They KILL!&lt;br /&gt;They kill your time.&lt;br /&gt;They kill space in your inbox.&lt;br /&gt;They spread virus and kill your computer.&lt;br /&gt;They kill big companies and people by spreading rumors and nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;But greatest of all, they are killing the thinking capacity of millions of users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;This may be my rudest and most nastiest post yet.&lt;br /&gt;But I love you and I'm being a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take it personally.&lt;br /&gt;It's just about time you realize that forwarded e-mails are SPAM.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to DIE OF STUPIDITY!&lt;br /&gt;Grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-7923883294705461400?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7923883294705461400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/die-of-stupity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7923883294705461400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7923883294705461400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/die-of-stupity.html' title='DIE OF STUPITY!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3935384635233093153</id><published>2010-02-07T11:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:20:24.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May The Force Be With You!</title><content type='html'>I told you! I told you!&lt;br /&gt;I was RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;February is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well uni had that Valentine's thingy right...&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted my Valentine to come along with me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I have a Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;Its another story that she wasn't able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;But I had a gorgeous date anyway, my close friend.&lt;br /&gt;We had a sweet time just spending time and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we had to leave earlier coz I had to drop her home.&lt;br /&gt;Even sadder, her mom was not even home in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;The big surprise however was that we actually won the best couple title!&lt;br /&gt;Even if we weren't there to receive it and they passed it over to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;But look on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;I got exactly what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;This crazy workaholic uni student jus proved he's not just all about a 4.0 grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about grades, preparation for final exam has begun.&lt;br /&gt;It's not your ordinary paper and pen.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is a real-life cafe.&lt;br /&gt;I have to design the menu, the theme, the deco, the budget, etc.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, the craziest ideas always hit me.&lt;br /&gt;This time it fell from outer space.&lt;br /&gt;STAR WARS!&lt;br /&gt;How would you like Darth Vader serving you lunch?&lt;br /&gt;That too in a cafe that is decorated as a spaceship.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... another 4.0 perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;The FORCE is with ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3935384635233093153?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3935384635233093153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/live-long-prosper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3935384635233093153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3935384635233093153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/live-long-prosper.html' title='May The Force Be With You!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-618380267396799633</id><published>2010-02-02T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:01:09.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Gift of February...</title><content type='html'>They say when you ask something from God and he gives it to you immediately;&lt;br /&gt;or makes you wait and gives you something better.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short presentation of my blog concept, Mdm Mae approved the site.&lt;br /&gt;The Concierge is born.&lt;br /&gt;www.berjaya.edu.my/concierge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to get it all dressed up and ready for the official launch.&lt;br /&gt;Teasers are going to be released and the firsts posts need to be in.&lt;br /&gt;There goes my Chinese New Year Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it'll be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The Concierge will be known worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;The first gift of February is here.&lt;br /&gt;Just one of the great things that will alter life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-618380267396799633?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/618380267396799633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-gift-of-february.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/618380267396799633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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what is happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;It's true what they say, you get exactly what you ask for.&lt;br /&gt;I have asked for really big things.&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in the dream I knew I would have to go through some turmoils to reach the top.&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;There are hurdles I have to cross.&lt;br /&gt;And everything that is coming my way, the extra hard work and pressure is just meant to make me that person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;No, surely you don't go through the things I do.&lt;br /&gt;While everyone parties, goes out, has fun, I end up doing things the average person doesn't usually get the chance to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's only because I asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the dream, there is hard work that will get me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is huge.&lt;br /&gt;And so will my effort be.&lt;br /&gt;I have no more complains that the others get to enjoy the things that I don't have time for.&lt;br /&gt;It's what the universe has planned for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's what I want and this is how it's meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;You have the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;While I have the best of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;It's all I dream of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-6762587725374144664?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6762587725374144664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/bas-itna-sa-khwaab-hain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6762587725374144664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6762587725374144664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/bas-itna-sa-khwaab-hain.html' title='Bas Itna Sa Khwaab Hain...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8509396200045180872</id><published>2010-01-31T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:16:51.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter To February...</title><content type='html'>Hey Feb,&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you.&lt;br /&gt;You know everyone has been saying this year feels like a good one.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel, I KNOW February will be the best month.&lt;br /&gt;You may be the shortest month with fewest days.&lt;br /&gt;But I know you will give me everything that's best.&lt;br /&gt;It is already set to be a month that will alter life completely.&lt;br /&gt;Things will change tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;I bet March won't even be able to recognize me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for once, my favorite month of all time, April will be jealous of you.&lt;br /&gt;I know this coz I've told the universe what I want.&lt;br /&gt;And I know your bringing all that.&lt;br /&gt;I already got your subtle hints.&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left is you.&lt;br /&gt;February, bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8509396200045180872?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-6218451204403220068</id><published>2010-01-29T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:30:41.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work.hard,party.harder!</title><content type='html'>These are times when I wonder if I'm human.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I couldn't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help thinking about the 100 bucks that went missing.&lt;br /&gt;There was some problem with the calculations.&lt;br /&gt;So first thing in the morning, I spoke to my lecturer to try to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I got all the docs and corrected it.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we were short by 15 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Paid it.&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the Restaurant Manager today.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the cash problem, there were several more surprises.&lt;br /&gt;First, the chefs decided to get creative and come up with not one, but 2 specials.&lt;br /&gt;And even one extra baker's special.&lt;br /&gt;So that's 3 rounds of running down to the office to get the tags printed.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, our office buddy is pretty helpful and friendly now.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet talk really can take you a long way.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you need the favors most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the running around, there was another amazing news.&lt;br /&gt;The students who were gonna help out just suddenly had somewhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;Great right.&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 of us in the cafe to get everything done.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we managed.&lt;br /&gt;Manager-of-the-day wut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might just be the power of thought.&lt;br /&gt;Very few guests actually dined-in.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them came and grabbed all the bakery goods.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was selling fast; hot cakes.&lt;br /&gt;And the few that dined-in, ordered quite a number of items.&lt;br /&gt;The sales were actually astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;Few customers, fewer waiters, left-over deserts from the previous day, &lt;br /&gt;and we still made a sale higher than previous week!&lt;br /&gt;To add to that, now we have extra money from the tippings we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not being human bit is that after stressing, tiring, and not sleeping all night,&lt;br /&gt;everything turned out well, and now I'm getting ready to spend another all-nighter partying!&lt;br /&gt;Two sleepless nights in a row.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why they say,&lt;br /&gt;work.hard,party.harder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-6218451204403220068?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1087686989283516908</id><published>2010-01-28T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:06:09.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.iamworkaholic.</title><content type='html'>Ms.Elizabeth, our Personal Skills Development lecturer read my essay on areas I wish to improve.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing she didn't comment on my last paragraph in front of the class.&lt;br /&gt;But she sure told me I should concentrate on my studies more.&lt;br /&gt;Like yea, as if I need to do more than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Kristy, my lecturer and IT expert at the college asked me a very interesting question yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;"So, how is everything?"&lt;br /&gt;And she wasn't asking about my homework or assignment.&lt;br /&gt;My answer was simply what I say to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. Just busy with work. Doing the blog, assignments, practicals. Basically caught up with a lot if things. Not much time for anything else".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which turned out so true at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Its 4.30 pm and most of the students have gone home while a workaholic dude stays.&lt;br /&gt;He's sitting next to Ms.Kristy while she works her magic on the web.&lt;br /&gt;Creating another identity for that guy, as if he didn't have enough already.&lt;br /&gt;And he got another toy to keep him occupied.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping him away from the material world, and a girl who he hadn't seen for quite some time and was downstairs with friends at the bowling alley .&lt;br /&gt;True enough, he didn't make it in time and the girl left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a life.&lt;br /&gt;The life of a workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.iamkaran.&lt;br /&gt;.iamworkaholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1087686989283516908?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-6991033203054875032</id><published>2010-01-24T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:01:59.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Keep It 2 Myself...</title><content type='html'>I jus realized I've been blogging pretty consistently these days.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's good rite.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, this is probably the only place I can really say what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends.&lt;br /&gt;That's something very hard for me to establish.&lt;br /&gt;It might be because of the stupid friend I had in Form2 who eventually became an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think I can let out all my feelings to one single source.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had my ex earlier who I could tell everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;After her, I just kept a lot of it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;It's what I can't say!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in tears and I can't tell a single soul why.&lt;br /&gt;Its not a problem that anyone can solve.&lt;br /&gt;Telling anyone about it would just make them worry for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;And so I keep it inside me.&lt;br /&gt;So I just am trying not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost impossible to lock it out.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I can't help but have a happy thought.&lt;br /&gt;And even that I have to keep it inside me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it out coz if I do I would also be sharing the tears.&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-6991033203054875032?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-6301355291466010688</id><published>2010-01-18T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:35:24.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concierge...</title><content type='html'>And so it is decided.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least my first step when I'm out of college.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a concierge.&lt;br /&gt;That's my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a person that meets every guests' needs.&lt;br /&gt;Always there to lend a hand and do whatever possible jus to keep them smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Networking with the entire industry, fixing people up with impossible requests.&lt;br /&gt;Giving and getting favours.&lt;br /&gt;Exploring new places, restaurants, concerts, events all subsidized just so we know what's best for our guests.&lt;br /&gt;In return, we get tips in every form; favours, money, gifts, sometimes even more.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that commission for making the sale.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the satisfaction of seeing your guest smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely the thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Concierge, to Chief Concierge, then Front Office or Resident Manager, and finally GM.&lt;br /&gt;10 years should be enough till I reach the 6 figure salary mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, The Concierge is hopefully going to be the title of my next blog.&lt;br /&gt;A blog for the uni instead of a newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on the newsletter honestly.&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a head ache.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm almost done, but it just does not look appealing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The academic director has agreed, the marketing dept will set up the blog for me.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is tell them how I want to manage it and what type of design it will follow.&lt;br /&gt;The rest is a piece of cake; blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why The Concierge?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the central nervous system!&lt;br /&gt;It connects the guests not only to the hotel, but also to everything around it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a network hub with hundreds of connections.&lt;br /&gt;Students can connect not only to themselves and the different areas in the uni, but also to the industry out there.&lt;br /&gt;While the people out there are free to peek into our Concierge and get all the info they need about our uni.&lt;br /&gt;Convenient right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, I'm the Chief Concierge!&lt;br /&gt;The master of all information.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who does everything possible to put a smile on each persons face.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-6301355291466010688?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-4276451098499350658</id><published>2010-01-17T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:24:57.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na...</title><content type='html'>This is a random blog.&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most random I've written so far.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel anything special, nor has there been any special incident.&lt;br /&gt;It's just been a boring Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Been stuck home with assignments and homework.&lt;br /&gt;Not really though, just too lazy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;My phone's out of credit or I would have msged and asked someone out or something.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, takde duit. :P&lt;br /&gt;So just passing time at home and thinkin of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;No one's online.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any nice books to read.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing nice to watch on tv.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd write something up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey remember that to be or not be thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking seriously about it.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the right chance I guess.&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at home.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;College stuff is all settled.&lt;br /&gt;But things are still pretty messed up in business.&lt;br /&gt;Our boutique in KL will be closing off in few days.&lt;br /&gt;What happens next is anyone's guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the student newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no mood to continue it.&lt;br /&gt;The articles are ready and only the design is left to be done.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I'm jus too lazy now to choose the pictures and go ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it doesn't look interesting to me any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Kristy jus suggested the idea of a blog instead.&lt;br /&gt;GOD! That would be so much more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really need right now is some space for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep working like a machine.&lt;br /&gt;And that heart I have, well hopefully it steps out a bit so i can feel human again.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-4276451098499350658?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4276451098499350658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/jaane-tu-ya-jaane-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/4276451098499350658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/4276451098499350658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/jaane-tu-ya-jaane-na.html' title='Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3883927991924839617</id><published>2010-01-11T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:57:32.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Having Fun...</title><content type='html'>Well this happened few days ago but been too busy to sit and write about it.&lt;br /&gt;Even now my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;So called holidays were full of work work work.&lt;br /&gt;And now back to classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as always there are moments to spare for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the most hilarious things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, this is something you all should really know.&lt;br /&gt;And girls, now I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happens 5 or 6 years ago when I was chasing after my dream girl,&lt;br /&gt;her friends/cousins/etc thought it was a great idea to create a fake profile online to find out more about me or just to have fun playing around.&lt;br /&gt;It continued for sometime, the fake profile became a fake identity.&lt;br /&gt;One of the cousins took it over and kept in contact with me under that identity.&lt;br /&gt;Kavita.&lt;br /&gt;Someone totally out of pure imagination.&lt;br /&gt;I fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;We were friends for a fairly long time.&lt;br /&gt;I was given the impression that she's a friend who's trying to help me get my dream girl.&lt;br /&gt;I never did get my dream girl, but made a really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was someone who I didn't really know.&lt;br /&gt;Till the day came and she spilled the beans.&lt;br /&gt;We met. And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this one other time when a girl started SMSing and calling me from a new number.&lt;br /&gt;Again with a borrowed identity of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take long to figure out she was a girl who was crushing on me.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was just her way of having some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what one more girl had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, a fake profile on friendster was to catch a two-timer kinda guy.&lt;br /&gt;And all the extra people were added to make the profile look genuine.&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the extras.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know that now did I...&lt;br /&gt;It started with a short conversation that got interesting.&lt;br /&gt;According to the profile, her name was Jas.&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous chick studying in Australia with sexy long legs and.... u get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn't get to meet Jas, but she sent her 'friend' over to temple to check me out.&lt;br /&gt;As if la...&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, Jas stopped coming online.&lt;br /&gt;But her 'friend' kept in contact.&lt;br /&gt;From friends to good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 3 years she revealed that there was never any Jas.&lt;br /&gt;The friend was faking the profile all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;The funny things girls do.&lt;br /&gt;I bet there are many more incidents that go undiscovered.&lt;br /&gt;But I had a serious laugh when I found out about it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm seriously going to be much more careful when someone adds me online or sends me an SMS.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this time its the guys chance to have some fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3883927991924839617?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3883927991924839617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-having-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3883927991924839617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3883927991924839617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-having-fun.html' title='Girls Having Fun...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2958123061383462902</id><published>2010-01-07T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:29:19.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhie Kushi, Kabhie Ghum... Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Seriously I wanna show my horoscope to an astrologer.&lt;br /&gt;My stars are playing weird games.&lt;br /&gt;I am having the best moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Success in studies, recognition in society, and lady luck is on my side.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone close to me seems to be going the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business is at an all time low.&lt;br /&gt;Family disputes are never ending.&lt;br /&gt;From 3 cars, we sold off one, and one got confiscated by the bank.&lt;br /&gt;The house, almost auctioned.&lt;br /&gt;We've lost really important people in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;So you see, its probably the toughest time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;I scored another 4.0, full points.&lt;br /&gt;I am the possibly the best student in college.&lt;br /&gt;We're doing the best things in temple.&lt;br /&gt;The college is offering the best opportunities to go overseas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being supported to run for student president.&lt;br /&gt;My love life may be taking few turns.&lt;br /&gt;I have definitely begin my journey to success.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that should go right, is going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where one side there are things that are bothering our lives,&lt;br /&gt;the other side my life is soaring the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Kabhie Kushi, Kabhie Ghum...&lt;br /&gt;Happiness sometimes, sometimes sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2958123061383462902?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2958123061383462902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/kabhie-kushi-kabhie-ghum-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2958123061383462902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2958123061383462902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/kabhie-kushi-kabhie-ghum-sometimes.html' title='Kabhie Kushi, Kabhie Ghum... Sometimes.'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3165762797937673772</id><published>2010-01-04T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:35:37.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be...</title><content type='html'>Whenever the new year starts, everyone starts marking their calendar with important dates.&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays..&lt;br /&gt;We all have those special dates to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few as well.&lt;br /&gt;But one that I am thinking about is Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always hope each year that I won't be alone on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;This year is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this year the candidates are pretty strong.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, to be or not to be...&lt;br /&gt;That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's weigh the pro and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Commitment&lt;br /&gt;2. Spending money&lt;br /&gt;3. Investing time&lt;br /&gt;4. Heartaches&lt;br /&gt;5. Imissmyex syndrome&lt;br /&gt;6. The right girl???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1. The FEELING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, asking someone out for Valentine's is just risky when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably worth it if that FEELING exists.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there's just no way to measure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is not just about Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;If its meant to happen it would at least last some time.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew right now that its the right thing to do, I wouldn't even wait for Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;But then again...&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3165762797937673772?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3165762797937673772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-be-or-not-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3165762797937673772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3165762797937673772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-9001318906137539524</id><published>2010-01-01T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:29:28.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pichle Saat Dino Mein...</title><content type='html'>Pichle saat dino mein...&lt;br /&gt;In the last seven days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in temple. As usual the youth arrives late.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god the 1st medley songs were ready anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And the youth had already started a bit of practice.&lt;br /&gt;Well it was not so bad, except for one part.&lt;br /&gt;The play I had written over a month ago was suddenly not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;It was the last hour and we were supposed to come up with a whole new drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we already had planned a story for our Daastaan-E-Marthand sequel.&lt;br /&gt;And it was just the right time to use it.&lt;br /&gt;We got our messed up brain together and somehow came up with a decent story.&lt;br /&gt;But I knew, if i wrote the script alone it would turn out to be another serious play.&lt;br /&gt;Not what everyone else wanted for the night.&lt;br /&gt;It was time to do it exactly how we wrote our previous script.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepovers and gap shap sessions at Lakhan's place.&lt;br /&gt;So a for a few nights Lakhan's house was the "Dharamshala" as his mom would call it.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up till 3 to 4 in the mornings writing scripts, talking non-sense, ordering McD, making fun of the temple elders, gossiping and bitching about everything that was going wrong with the coming event.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we managed to write up a superbly hilarious and little bit emotional masala drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practices continued.&lt;br /&gt;Still, other than a handful, no one came on time.&lt;br /&gt;SDS youth... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Dance practice was beginning to worry me now.&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 days into full practice and the first medley was still not done.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the second medley, the songs were not even ready for editing.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Sahil had to step in last minute and do all the music.&lt;br /&gt;The one who's supposed to be responsible was missing in action the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;SDS Youth... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to him. Sahil a.k.a. Dj Don was stuck to his laptop for the next several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 medleys, 11 songs for the drama, and 6 video editings for the video presentation.&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't end till the last day.&lt;br /&gt;Drama script was ready. But the actors were not.&lt;br /&gt;Dance practices were still going on and I couldn't get all of my actors todo get together all at once.&lt;br /&gt;Well most of them were either absent or were coming late for practice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;SDS Youth... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;One more sleepless night at the NandraYok Dharamshala to practice the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days to show.&lt;br /&gt;Script ready. Music ready.&lt;br /&gt;But the darling characters were still fumbling with their lines.&lt;br /&gt;Well so was I.&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on the dances for the play.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how we managed to pull off the show.&lt;br /&gt;We had more time downing drinks and eating McD than we spent practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day before show.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was in place.&lt;br /&gt;The medleys were ready, the play was practiced few scenes at a time, and all the interviews were complete.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the final rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the songs were rehearsed first.&lt;br /&gt;When it came to the play, I died.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was going well; the mics, the lines, the sequence.&lt;br /&gt;I was in serious doubt. Maybe we should cancel it.&lt;br /&gt;The medleys were really happening and we were completely lost in the play.&lt;br /&gt;It would have just pulled the event down.&lt;br /&gt;We needed major repairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours ago. D-Day!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a sore neck.&lt;br /&gt;Before sleeping the night before I made a list of all last minute things needed.&lt;br /&gt;Checked them all, packed my 5 bags, and  headed to temple.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I reached way before time.&lt;br /&gt;The set-up was amazing. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped my bags and went to get my haircut before the rest came.&lt;br /&gt;Was back just in time and still no one was there for the much needed drama practice!&lt;br /&gt;SDS Youth... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Better late than never, rehearsals were done.&lt;br /&gt;Still though, I wasn't totally confident.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. K Sera Sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE BLOODY HOUR B4 DOORS OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;And all the youth were still on stage doing last minute practices.&lt;br /&gt;SDS Youth... you know la... :P&lt;br /&gt;The final rush for everyone to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;The Hindi School Office, Library, Conference Room were all struck by hurricanes!&lt;br /&gt;No space was left anywhere. Costumes, bags, paint, make up, accessories, props and totally messed up rooms.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd began pouring in.&lt;br /&gt;First round was won.&lt;br /&gt;The Dha'bar was going great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next round.&lt;br /&gt;The opening act.&lt;br /&gt;I had no time to change my clothes and went around organizing stuff in my dhoti.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as one medley was over another rush to get into costumes for second medley.&lt;br /&gt;That over, I had to get into my chef uniform for food presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Was already out of breath by then. Head spinning. Throat dry.&lt;br /&gt;No idea how I was going to get on stage for to sing.&lt;br /&gt;And while I was running around to get things done and catch a breath, the actors for the play kept coming to me for last minute silly questions.&lt;br /&gt;Thank Mayo who helped me out sort out the props and get the cast ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on stage.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to think about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sing.&lt;br /&gt;It was my time.&lt;br /&gt;And it was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get ready for the play when Sahil calls me to start the video presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Totally disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;The videos were not playing.&lt;br /&gt;All that went on was black and white photos without any description whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn... Nevermind. K Sera Sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play.&lt;br /&gt;Questions still going on.&lt;br /&gt;How this, how that.&lt;br /&gt;The walkie-talkies were no help whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I had already told those who needed to know everything about the play.&lt;br /&gt;Practices were done in the presence of them as well.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, they had the same old question.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even as hard or complicated as they made it to be.&lt;br /&gt;When will people learn to relax.&lt;br /&gt;Come on people... "Aal izz well"&lt;br /&gt;And all was well.&lt;br /&gt;They screwed up as much as they could.&lt;br /&gt;Late cues, wrong lighting, music delay, even playing the songs that were not supposed to be played.&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to all the people on stage who just kept going and covered up any mistake beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;Song late, no problem. We just added dialogues.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong song, no problem. We stayed on stage and danced anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The walkie-talkies kept buzzing sounds.&lt;br /&gt;"When to fade off? Shall we stop the song?"&lt;br /&gt;Aal izz well...&lt;br /&gt;We did it.&lt;br /&gt;We rocked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my worries was over.&lt;br /&gt;Just another short dance and I won't have to run about again.&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting the sweetest SMS from Anna wishing me good luck for the show.&lt;br /&gt;My year was complete!&lt;br /&gt;I was having the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew there were friends all around who cared.&lt;br /&gt;This was an awesome year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! Did I say WAS???!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. Reality hit me hard!&lt;br /&gt;The year was over!&lt;br /&gt;It's 2010!&lt;br /&gt;I really was bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we had organized an awesome event.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we gathered 40 youth to participate.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we got a full house for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we transformed the temple into an enchanting hall.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we prepared 3 medleys, one drama, and one presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we made everyone present at the event realize how awesome we are.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we did it all in these past seven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pichle saat dino mein...&lt;br /&gt;We were at the very best we could be.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2010, and its bound to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SDS Youth... ki Jai Ho! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-9001318906137539524?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9001318906137539524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/pichle-saat-dino-mein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/9001318906137539524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/9001318906137539524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/pichle-saat-dino-mein.html' title='Pichle Saat Dino Mein...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3228365405253338298</id><published>2009-12-21T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:35:23.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Can't Possibly Imagine How I Feel"</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever told you:&lt;br /&gt;"You can't possibly imagine how I feel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that statement might hold true,&lt;br /&gt;I can surely say I have learnt to understand sentiments, especially my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much related to my last post,&lt;br /&gt;losing someone you love is hurtful,&lt;br /&gt;and most of us don't think anyone can understand what we're going through.&lt;br /&gt;In most cases I daresay, yes we can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I'm terrified to write my next few lines.&lt;br /&gt;It's either because I understand all too well, or I completely don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact.&lt;br /&gt;I know how much a girl likes me.&lt;br /&gt;And she knows I really like her as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I know she wants things to go further, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;The sucky part is that I know how she feels and it hurts me as well to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;When we go out, I want to be close to my friend, she wants to be close to the guy she likes.&lt;br /&gt;And well, being a guy, my hormones keep jumping and telling me I should go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;But I understand how she feels, and it makes me feel worse, even confused of what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;I understand how it feels, to love, to not love, to want love, and to try hard not to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact.&lt;br /&gt;I truly love someone with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;I know she loved me at some point of time.&lt;br /&gt;She's just lost someone very close to her.&lt;br /&gt;And I may not exactly know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;But I've lost the love of someone I love the most, and I can safely say I know how that feels.&lt;br /&gt;But imagine, someone you love, has lost someone they love, and you feel pain and sorrow because you know how sad they are.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts that you can't be there for them, or comfort them, or hold them and tell them that you will be there with them forever.&lt;br /&gt;I understand pain, sorrow, helplessness, and the sacrifices in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact.&lt;br /&gt;We can understand how others feel if we just take some time to understand our own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;It's all inside us.&lt;br /&gt;And sadly most of it remains there. Unsaid, Unheard, Unexpressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;We keep believing "You can't possibly imagine how I feel!"&lt;br /&gt;But I'm guessing you guys can imagine now.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly imagine how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3228365405253338298?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3228365405253338298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-cant-possibly-imagine-how-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3228365405253338298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3228365405253338298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-cant-possibly-imagine-how-i-feel.html' title='&quot;You Can&apos;t Possibly Imagine How I Feel&quot;'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5924154556149404390</id><published>2009-12-20T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:12:49.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Lose Someone You Love...</title><content type='html'>To lose someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to mean death right?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've lost the person I loved the most.&lt;br /&gt;And I still love her but I know she's not comin back.&lt;br /&gt;No she isn't dead.&lt;br /&gt;But we broke-up years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder, if losing some1 you love could mean a break-up,&lt;br /&gt;then doesn't it sound reasonable to have a funeral for each broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;That person no longer stays in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;The relationship is finished.&lt;br /&gt;The person you loved is just no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;All that is left is memories, pain, and tears.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a part of your soul is ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. I know what it feels like to lose the one you love the most.&lt;br /&gt;Death or break-up.&lt;br /&gt;Funeral or not.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5924154556149404390?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5924154556149404390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-lose-someone-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5924154556149404390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5924154556149404390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-lose-someone-you-love.html' title='To Lose Someone You Love...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3823241288583382471</id><published>2009-12-18T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:21:26.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day We Rocked The City!</title><content type='html'>Our story begins in the midst of piles of books.&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;Well I won't be studying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm making calls to all the artists to make sure they come for sound check and the show on time.&lt;br /&gt;Whole life last-minute jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, thank god there wasn't much more left to cover for exam.&lt;br /&gt;I could never figure out if I've studied enough or wat to study.&lt;br /&gt;But its mind blowing that everything was smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously now, exams don't seem like the biggest challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, just before the exam the lecturer told me I did very well for the paper I was most afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;Spent a day for every subject, but for beverages I took 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;And if that paper was done well, everything else should be even better.&lt;br /&gt;With the sweet smell of another 4.0 pointer the last paper was wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the time of the ancient ritual of after-exam-celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Some may have champagne to celebrate, or go for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Mine will always be a Happy Meal. :)&lt;br /&gt;I really think McD should get me for an add.&lt;br /&gt;No1 is too old for a Happy Meal.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction guaranteed. I'm lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone calls ensued.&lt;br /&gt;All the artists were right on spot.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was planned, no hassle.&lt;br /&gt;Reached the club an hour really to check the set up.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Wat a crappy place when the lights are on.&lt;br /&gt;The sound check was in an hour and there was nothing ready.&lt;br /&gt;Equipment was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;And well it wasn't even installed minutes before the show.&lt;br /&gt;At least it was installed in the end, even if not the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound check went well.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyday you can tell a singer to sing his song again to check if it sounds right... lol.&lt;br /&gt;Few more rounds of last minute tasks and the show was ready to begin.&lt;br /&gt;And only 15 minutes delay!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously that's not bad for a punjabi event!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item after item.&lt;br /&gt;Some problems, but nothing too big.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid club security kept blaming us for artists walking around backstage.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;It's a punjabi event. What you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was all I expected.&lt;br /&gt;Super crowd, pumping music, really good party!&lt;br /&gt;Forget the dance floor, we burnt the stage!&lt;br /&gt;Dance till you drop is probably the best statement.&lt;br /&gt;No1 was bothered about the after-party.&lt;br /&gt;We did it the traditional DBR style. Late Night Mamak and Sheesha.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few of them from Mist were there.&lt;br /&gt;But none as cool as us right? Coz all eyes were on us.&lt;br /&gt;And we were eying the food!&lt;br /&gt;None of us had dinner before the show.&lt;br /&gt;And could barely finish everything we ordered at the mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gap Shap Sessions and Sheesa-ing ended when they chased us out coz they wanted to close for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Chicks, they need to make-up 5am in the morning after mamak-ing when they're heading home to sleep. :P&lt;br /&gt;Reached home early morning and nothing was more rewarding than stripping off my clothes and falling on bed.&lt;br /&gt;The day was complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams super sweet. Party super hot. Me super tired.&lt;br /&gt;And this, was the day we rocked the city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3823241288583382471?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3823241288583382471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-we-rocked-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3823241288583382471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3823241288583382471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-we-rocked-city.html' title='The Day We Rocked The City!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1184508273828565897</id><published>2009-12-14T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:29:52.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer All Questions. (100 marks)</title><content type='html'>Part A (10 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I study?&lt;br /&gt;- Kinda. You should see my room. All messed up.&lt;br /&gt;Mom's instruction is that the door should remain shut at all times.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't wanna see it.&lt;br /&gt;Put a second mattress on the floor and its covered with notes, books, stationary, pillows and of course, my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I need to sit in one place without moving for hours.&lt;br /&gt;But do I sit for hours? No way! Just read through and get diverted.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much to study. More to memorizing which I rather not do.&lt;br /&gt;Already understand the basics.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part B (25 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's exams going on?&lt;br /&gt;- Pretty good. The first paper was easy. Just on computer systems.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing to boost confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are not so tough... Just need to make up the answers as you go.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god the room was not too cold.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I went for exam with one pen only.&lt;br /&gt;And outside the room I just hoped it doesn't run out of ink.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! It ran out of ink!&lt;br /&gt;For an year it was alright. And it's out of ink during exam!&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law I guess... Whatever that can go wrong, will go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I am ALL RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part C (65 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes after exams?&lt;br /&gt;- After-Exam-Party!&lt;br /&gt;Plans begin with possible movie/lunch outing right after the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Hitman HQ for event planning and Imran Khan concert through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed for a huge after party!&lt;br /&gt;(pls oh pls oh pls make my wish come true!)&lt;br /&gt;Sleep over sum place. Rest a bit.&lt;br /&gt;And non-stop practices for New Yr Eve.&lt;br /&gt;Plus some small things to make sure a great year ahead next year.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. The year is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See next page...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1184508273828565897?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1184508273828565897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/answer-all-questions-100-marks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1184508273828565897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1184508273828565897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/answer-all-questions-100-marks.html' title='Answer All Questions. (100 marks)'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5891597855279135879</id><published>2009-12-01T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:27:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Is Near...</title><content type='html'>It's kinda hard to believe its already time.&lt;br /&gt;Practical Exams are almost over.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are closing.&lt;br /&gt;No more classes soon.&lt;br /&gt;And then comes a long chain of rocking events.&lt;br /&gt;2009 will end soon.&lt;br /&gt;The time is near...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5891597855279135879?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5891597855279135879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5891597855279135879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5891597855279135879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-is-near.html' title='The Time Is Near...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3150784030517019035</id><published>2009-11-18T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:56:40.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Stare!</title><content type='html'>can you believe my last post was only after Diwali.&lt;br /&gt;Well finally got a lil time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know my parents were off to India for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to many of my efforts, I hardly had any major parties and sleepovers.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there were practically none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week was spent with a chef Wan event at Lot 10.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by spending all my time trying to finish up my assignments and presentations.&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all that, I got a chance to serve the ambassadors from Norway that were visiting the college.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me. I got the main VIP table. was serving His Excellency himself.&lt;br /&gt;Surely some extra marks in the books of the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week was a bit fun.&lt;br /&gt;Just went out for some movies.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner and went palace for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;And then parents came back.&lt;br /&gt;Parties over. Time for getting back to assignments and projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! final exams!&lt;br /&gt;the final time i'll be in the kitchen! Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be over then its time for New Yr Eve Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Man! The work jus doesn't stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3150784030517019035?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3150784030517019035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop-and-stare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3150784030517019035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3150784030517019035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop-and-stare.html' title='Stop and Stare!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-535456604505133580</id><published>2009-10-31T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:12:47.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superheroes don't have off-days!</title><content type='html'>Well Diwali parties are over and now stuck with piles of assignments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isn't enough, now there's so many events and meetings going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i tell you my parents are in india. they're there for 3 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;got the whole hse to myself...&lt;br /&gt;nothing's goin on for now except i've been keeping the hse clean, cooking my meals, and washing my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;basically managin everythin.. its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halloween party was awesome. nothin more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;well there's evaluation forms for every subject and lecturer..&lt;br /&gt;the stupid thing is they revealed wat we wrote about the lecturer to them.&lt;br /&gt;and now it seems the lecturers are out to get us.&lt;br /&gt;they're silently confronting us without makin it obvious to dig out wat we wrote..&lt;br /&gt;and one of em gave us a surprise mid-term exam which was spose to be a week later.&lt;br /&gt;if my grades fall this semester the lecturers are going to be hit real bad.&lt;br /&gt;they just don't know it yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus came back from an event.&lt;br /&gt;wit chef wan and few others..&lt;br /&gt;good stuff, free food.. :D&lt;br /&gt;oh, we're being paid for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its so tiring. events, parties, assignments..&lt;br /&gt;gah, no mood for anythin. i jus wanna sleep..&lt;br /&gt;but no, superheroes don't have off-days!. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-535456604505133580?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/535456604505133580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/superheroes-dont-have-off-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/535456604505133580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/535456604505133580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/superheroes-dont-have-off-days.html' title='Superheroes don&apos;t have off-days!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1067291052213755291</id><published>2009-10-20T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:44:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali On the Rocks!</title><content type='html'>It's been a super duper Diwali this year!..&lt;br /&gt;The best in the past few years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we're not celebrating this year just made visits to special houses.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was working the entire 2 days for caterings.&lt;br /&gt;And even made time for a movie. Wake Up Sid is quite sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I went to temple.. Such a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;Helped out for the Youth and had a good start for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Next up, picked up Naina and went to Khalmisha's hse.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike last year, the pasta wasn't burning spicy. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;Night we hung out at Amar's place and had an awesome gap shap session.&lt;br /&gt;I hope there'll be another soon... this time with few movies and more games!&lt;br /&gt;Next day, busy mostly. But got a chance to watch movie at nite. so Awesome anyway.&lt;br /&gt;There was no way I was going to college. Skipped on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping spree!.. Bought gifts for Aryan and got myself a new comforter set for my room. Time to redecorate!&lt;br /&gt;Night was party at Rohit's place. Met everyone who was missed out earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Dance floor was the perfect place to end the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and realised my uniform wasn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;The dhobi also was on holiday. I guess I deserve another day off. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said and done.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to get back to work. Still got assignments pending.&lt;br /&gt;And using all my Diwali money to repair my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.. There's another party this coming weekend!..&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1067291052213755291?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1067291052213755291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-on-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1067291052213755291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1067291052213755291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-on-rocks.html' title='Diwali On the Rocks!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1843431457486487348</id><published>2009-10-13T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:22:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream-Catcher</title><content type='html'>I remember being on a date..&lt;br /&gt;And then I left. Got on my scooter and out the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 dogs walking down the street on the right.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go ahead anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I sped up a little. So did the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Now it was clear they were looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't friendly. I knew that from their barking.&lt;br /&gt;I sped a little more. It was too late to turn around..&lt;br /&gt;I just had to speed away from them.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to cross them. Just few metres away&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what got into my head.&lt;br /&gt;Like a matador I turned my scooter around and faced them again.&lt;br /&gt;Just a glimpse of them and they were already in the air.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes shut.&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounds really fast.&lt;br /&gt;They should be biting me right now.&lt;br /&gt;Their barks should be getting louder.&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't be alive.&lt;br /&gt;I might already be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart was still pounding heavily while I lay in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my blanket now. It's not a beast.&lt;br /&gt;and no barking. Just the wind from the fan.&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too tired to bother.&lt;br /&gt;I go back to sleep, but I know I'll blog about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I was on date with. Random mystery person.&lt;br /&gt;But the dogs. Weird this isn't the first time I've dreamt of being chased.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a dream like that just weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;And like always, I feel its something that's about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Not dogs. But it must mean something.&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone can interpret dreams, please explain to me.&lt;br /&gt;Or i'll just have to start interpreting them myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1843431457486487348?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1843431457486487348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-catcher.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1843431457486487348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1843431457486487348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-catcher.html' title='Dream-Catcher'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8786907093237241601</id><published>2009-10-10T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:30:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do you really love me?"</title><content type='html'>For some reason today i decided i'll open up a lil hidden folder in my e-mail and have a look at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys would know this very well that a girl always has this silly question..&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really love me?" they jus think we're saying it for the sake of saying it.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have found solid proof that I really meant every word I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jaan ur not close to me know, ur inside me.. ur me. i mean it. wld feel reli empty witout u. nd i've felt tht way everytime u were angry at me. i like it wen ur part of me. it shld be like tht alwez k.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Karan Chhabra, 07 Jan 2006, 00:36:11 +0800&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, guys may be jerks and idiots, and may not always do or say the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;They may forget your dogs bday, the monthyversary, the first time we met, the song that was playing, wat u wore, wat movie we went for, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing we'll never forget is how much we love you&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never forget you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8786907093237241601?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8786907093237241601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-really-love-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8786907093237241601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8786907093237241601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-really-love-me.html' title='&quot;Do you really love me?&quot;'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-4211908307293871589</id><published>2009-10-02T20:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:05:04.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Class-mates :)</title><content type='html'>Dear Mdm Mae Ho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you read this.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said this before, and I really mean it when I say THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Many people would wish to be in our shoes to witness and be part of such great events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the contestants of Miss Malaysia Indian Global (MMIG) were up in our kitchens cooking pasta and salad.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they were cooking a storm!&lt;br /&gt;I had class and wasn't informed about it till today morning.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, they stayed back till late and after class  I had a chance to hang around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again a number of famous people were around, and a dozen gorgeous girls.&lt;br /&gt;After the competition was over, we tried out all the dishes cooked by the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Some were good, some well... I wouldn't dare try.&lt;br /&gt;Food as we all know, brings people closer.&lt;br /&gt;Was almost effortless striking a convo with them.&lt;br /&gt;Just had to ask them about their dish and tell em what we thought bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Since I was the only student, and the only guy to hang about, all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;Not only the cherry on the ice cream, but the hot chocolate on the cherry on ice-cream!!&lt;br /&gt;The former winner of MMIG was awarded a scholarship to do her degree in the uni.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that, a beauty queen studying in our class, literally!&lt;br /&gt;She's done her diploma in hospitality and has been running a business on her own.&lt;br /&gt;Fiona plans to join our class in April next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Mae, I'm just going through a shock right now!&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite speechless and excited.&lt;br /&gt;Never before did I ever imagine we would have such a gorgeous class. :)&lt;div 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:)'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2203764556014313493</id><published>2009-09-27T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:36:07.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>characters of mahabharat</title><content type='html'>ok. warning. heavy topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus finished readin the most incredible novel in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;mahabharat is jus too crazy!&lt;br /&gt;there's the extremely good people who cut themselves just becoz a begger asked them to.&lt;br /&gt;and there are some super mean ones who throw their own babies in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the greatest lesson i've learnt in this week is to beware of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;karna in the mahabharat was the strongest character, even arjun couldn't defeat him.&lt;br /&gt;he was the eldest pandav, but no1 knew till his death. well there's many many things about him. you juus have to read yourself.&lt;br /&gt;but the point is, his friends.&lt;br /&gt;he became friends with duryodhan, the biggest villian of the epic.&lt;br /&gt;and it's easy to understand why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duryodhan was a really nice person when he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;he was the most generous and friendliest.&lt;br /&gt;it goes to say, once karna was playing chess wit duryodhan's wife. and he jokingly held the wife's waist and her waistbelt broke.&lt;br /&gt;duryodhan merely asked if he should carry the beads of the belt or should he string them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charming, sweet, compassionate, everything that makes you believe he's such a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;he's not.&lt;br /&gt;all he is, is fake.&lt;br /&gt;his sweet talk and gestures will fool you, and you will never see the bad side of him.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't respect anyone but jus shows it for the sake of remaining everyone's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;he's so full of himself he thinks you owe him your life, and expects you to give your life and honour jus to save his ass or make him look good someday.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, these kinda people, male and female, do exist even more today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is, how do you spot them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if the person is extremely sweet each time they meet you, but can't even make an effort to meet you when you really need them.&lt;br /&gt;2. they won't do things any other way than their own.&lt;br /&gt;3. they only remember you at their time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's just a bit. there's many more characters all over.&lt;br /&gt;but a book like mahabharat may give you a slight idea of whom to stay away from.&lt;br /&gt;and if that isn't enough, you can always ask me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2203764556014313493?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2203764556014313493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/characters-of-mahabharat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2203764556014313493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2203764556014313493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/characters-of-mahabharat.html' title='characters of mahabharat'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5268163835829601062</id><published>2009-09-19T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:41:29.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.iamtired.</title><content type='html'>I really am.&lt;br /&gt;College has been so life-consuming!&lt;br /&gt;The whole week we work on our practicals.&lt;br /&gt;We're braindead by the time it comes to classes.&lt;br /&gt;Plus had to finish up assignments before going for holiday..&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad it was all over on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for party.&lt;br /&gt;My usual McD lunch, and dinner and movie at night.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'll call Hiromi along.&lt;br /&gt;Picked her up before the movie and I guess she was kinda surprised to meet the craziest bunch of people ever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that jus goes to show how much fun we were having. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home tired around 4 and had to go to work in the morning. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Then the normal fuss at home.&lt;br /&gt;It just went on the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was supposed to get the car remote fixed a week back.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute my uncle aunty need the car.&lt;br /&gt;I get stuck in the shop with heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;Can't get to temple on time to open the Hindu Shop.&lt;br /&gt;I reach home and dinner's not ready. Ate whatever was cooked in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Still the fuss continues.&lt;br /&gt;And worse still, the car remote won't ring. The alarm certainly will.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog this shit and going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.iamtired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5268163835829601062?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5268163835829601062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/iamtired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5268163835829601062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5268163835829601062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/iamtired.html' title='.iamtired.'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1581787286340271609</id><published>2009-09-11T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:27:05.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The News &amp; The 'New'</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated you guys for so long, I know.&lt;br /&gt;College has started and it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We have practicals everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant practical, beverage practical, computer practical, accommodation practical... damn..&lt;br /&gt;so timetable is quite full, but I like it.. more work, more things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the new intake students.&lt;br /&gt;Finally international students are in.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of pretty ones and all the guys have already got their eyes on them though I feel they're taken.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hoping for anything to happen, but now at least there's some good company to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I just got a msg to go out tmrw. Too bad my line's not working and I can't reply.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1581787286340271609?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1581787286340271609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/news-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1581787286340271609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1581787286340271609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/09/news-new.html' title='The News &amp; The &apos;New&apos;'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-912516454902700621</id><published>2009-08-22T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:07:39.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Langkawi Thing</title><content type='html'>Damn this thing is sooooo long overdue..&lt;br /&gt;U all know what happen rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been very occupied since then...&lt;br /&gt;Really got lots of things to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome time!&lt;br /&gt;We jus reached there and got to know all the ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the days shooting indoors mostly.&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much to do as we were extras.&lt;br /&gt;We stood there or jus walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know the production ppl.&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of cool punjabis.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to lazy to describe. In short i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Wish I could have stayed there longer.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-912516454902700621?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/912516454902700621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-langkawi-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/912516454902700621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/912516454902700621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-langkawi-thing.html' title='That Langkawi Thing'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-3258742568462507823</id><published>2009-08-11T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:22:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@&gt;----- In Loving Memory  -----&lt;@</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghl48Iw50gc/SoFwmb69GqI/AAAAAAAAABo/QVRQYYG4YHM/s1600-h/Image275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghl48Iw50gc/SoFwmb69GqI/AAAAAAAAABo/QVRQYYG4YHM/s400/Image275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368696036434713250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have suffered a great loss.&lt;br /&gt;It is safe to say no one can ever fill the void my dadima has left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the most courageous, loving, and caring person in the family.&lt;br /&gt;Even in her last days, she never stopped asking us to eat or drink whenever we visited her.&lt;br /&gt;She battled cancer, and fought till the last minute just to see another day and all of us around her.&lt;br /&gt;All her life was dedicated to supporting the family and standing by dadaji and tolerating him. No matter how bad that sounds, everyone will agree it was her best quality.&lt;br /&gt;She seldom complained or asked for more. But when she did, those who loved her the most knew what had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are lost. Not knowing what tmrw may be like. Indeed it has been a great shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Langkawi when dad called me and told me dadima wasn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;She told me to come back and so I booked my tickets for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;She told me to bring back a night dress for her and I roamed the whole market to find the best I could.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'll be back for breakfast, she should rest and I will meet her in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Being as loving as she is, she told my aunt to make 2 paranthe in the morning when I would arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she didn't make it through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Was on the way back when I got the news.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home and saw her lying there. If I didn't know any better, she seemed to be sleeping peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;And like a hindi movie scene I told her I brought her night dress, wake up.&lt;br /&gt;It was the last thing she asked from me, and I was a lil too late.&lt;br /&gt;(I just found out later that the 2 night dresses she asked for was not for her, but for her 2 daughters that came to visit her. Now that's my Dadima! Always thinking about others, nothing for herself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be deeply missed, sincerely remembered, and forever loved.&lt;br /&gt;My Dadima.&lt;br /&gt;The most courageous, loving and caring person.&lt;br /&gt;I pray her soul rests and peace and that she'll remain as my grandmother in every lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry dadima I was a lil late. But I know you met me and will continue to bless me from wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Loving memory of my Dadima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aum Shanti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3258742568462507823?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3258742568462507823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-loving-memory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3258742568462507823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3258742568462507823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-loving-memory.html' title='@&gt;----- In Loving Memory  -----&lt;@'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghl48Iw50gc/SoFwmb69GqI/AAAAAAAAABo/QVRQYYG4YHM/s72-c/Image275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5419528310040754387</id><published>2009-07-31T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:53:47.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Now?? How I Knoe??</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Exams over!&lt;br /&gt;Damn! That was probably the easiest set of papers..&lt;br /&gt;but lets not hope too much. Gonna let the marks decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams over, 2 weeks holiday, and I'm lost at what i'm gonna do..&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's spose to be out of hospital soon.. Thn mite spend few days with her.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously there ain't much on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Love Aaj Kal today.&lt;br /&gt;Really beautiful love story after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;There was a scene that is truly real.&lt;br /&gt;When u achieve everything u ever dreamt of, being who u wanted to be, and having the world in ur hands.. u still feel something's wrong..&lt;br /&gt;coz she's not there alongside..&lt;br /&gt;I've wondered many times, what will I do when I have everything I want except her.&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll just have to wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I have no idea how I'm gonna get myself to meet her, one last time before she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of holidays..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how time will pass..&lt;br /&gt;How I Knoe??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5419528310040754387?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5419528310040754387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-now-how-i-knoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5419528310040754387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5419528310040754387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-now-how-i-knoe.html' title='How Now?? How I Knoe??'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-4241922782038085690</id><published>2009-07-24T22:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:55:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merchants of Bollywood</title><content type='html'>After being told by everyone that Merchants was awesome etc etc, I decided I just had to watch it myself to see.&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I think about it...&lt;br /&gt;(It's lengthy, but i promise you it's worth the reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it starts, There's a big WOW!&lt;br /&gt;The stage is awesome, and the statue, the fire behind it, the screen.&lt;br /&gt;The show stars with the tandav.&lt;br /&gt;Then they hv a short scene where the girl fights with her grandfather and runs away to Bollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, she's a big time coreographer and they show a medley of songs that don't really have any connection to the story. They're just there coz she coreographed them in real life.. Mind you, there's little connection between each of the songs in the medley aswel. No common theme to the medley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs ends and the gay director comes on stage.&lt;br /&gt;Really good acting. He tells to do a new dance sequence.&lt;br /&gt;A few short minutes of very intelligent dialogues. "Slumdog Trillionaire"!!! WAKAKAKAKA!&lt;br /&gt;I wish they had used his character more in the storyline rather than just a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the coreographer says she's going to give a new style of dancing, hot babes, 6 pack abs, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;And the next song starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom... seriously guys. don't you think the movie video was better?&lt;br /&gt;The starting props were good with the rotating frames and all.&lt;br /&gt;But watching the advertisement on TV I half expected some fire or wicked stunts.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing...&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to sound vain, but I wouldn't mind if they learned some steps from DBR.&lt;br /&gt;Kajra Re... To my fellow LNT Youth, our show had the same old steps but at least it was more entertaining. :)&lt;br /&gt;So there was another medley of songs which had no connection to anything whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Their dance was good, I jus expected more. Their plus point, the costumes, the lighting, and their energy.&lt;br /&gt;They were really into it, shouting, screaming and havin fun on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;That, was something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage, it just stayed there. No props, no dangling stuff, no decorations.&lt;br /&gt;Just stairs and curtains.&lt;br /&gt;except for the shiva statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene stops, light goes off, an old light man comes and tells the story of the girls grandfather. A story of old hindi movies.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the song that suited the storyline, Phir Milenge Chalte Chalte.&lt;br /&gt;YES! I could use some of the ideas they used. simple, and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she decides she has to go back to meet her dying grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;INTERVAL.&lt;br /&gt;The Chicken Sandwich Mri brought from home was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes home and the next dance sequence was more folkish.&lt;br /&gt;The rajasthani/gujrati dance I feel was the best!&lt;br /&gt;It was more original, creative, colourful, and soulful.&lt;br /&gt;Not the typical Bollywood steps.&lt;br /&gt;DANDIYA! So damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me a little of our Rahde Kaise Na Jale and Dholi Taro which we did when we were still in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes on, one romantic song, they announce they'll get married, and then the grandfather is dying.&lt;br /&gt;There was one flashback scene where the grandfather quits Bollywood, goes home and fights with the granddaughter who wants to go Bollywood. (Isn't that a repeat of scene1?!)&lt;br /&gt;So she goes back to the temple and does the tandav, but he dies anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The grandfather died, crying because there was noone to carry on his family's culture.&lt;br /&gt;Because all modern Bollywood dance was all about showing skin and shaking booty.&lt;br /&gt;YET, the granddaughter returns to Bollywood to keep the Merchant name alive and gets awards for her modern ass shacking sexy songs???&lt;br /&gt;I thought the moral of the story was she became cultural because her grandfather died trying to teach her their roots?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the she danced the song "its the time to disco" starting with traditional moves, did the kathak for few minutes, than back to modern dance.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story doesn't really stick does it?&lt;br /&gt;She made her grandfather proud, kept the family name alive, yet she did it the way her grandfather did not want her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline aside, the finale was great.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean their dance, or choice of song, but their technique and skill of interacting with the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;They got everyone to want to jump off their seats.&lt;br /&gt;The finished the song and just to excite the audience more they had pre-planned the encores. Very intelligent!&lt;br /&gt;They totally pumped up the crowd and then just when everyone thinks its over, they do it again.&lt;br /&gt;They come back with another song to get everyone dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Again, not the dance, not the choice of the song, just the ability to interact with the crowd and excite them. "Shava Shava".&lt;br /&gt;A great ending where noone can resist to stand up for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was still worth 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;They're good points were costumes, lighting, narration, acting.&lt;br /&gt;Their dance is typical hindi movie, nothing much new.&lt;br /&gt;If you've watched Dance India Dance, they should have had a few more stunts and creative performances like that.&lt;br /&gt;No i'm not asking for acrobatics or a circus show.&lt;br /&gt;But look at Hollywood musicals, to those who have gone Broadway or Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;Where were the special effects or at least some fireworks and confetti.&lt;br /&gt;Props and stage, not really used much. But there weren't many scenes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Props, stage and use of curtains for the dances was really good, also the transmission between one scene to another. Really really smooth!&lt;br /&gt;Selection of songs, understandably she wanted to promote herself so she chose all her own songs and just mixed them up in medleys randomly.&lt;br /&gt;Script, really strong characters but not story was not built properly.&lt;br /&gt;It was the same level from start to end. No suspense, the story does not build up much, and then an expected climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are thinking it was amazing and I'm being all evil.&lt;br /&gt;But really, cool down and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Dance steps and storyline, was it really strong?&lt;br /&gt;You might also think it's all just talk and I can't do any better than them.&lt;br /&gt;If you think that, read on. Here's my version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts in the 60s/70s when Shantilal Merchant is an upcoming coreographer.&lt;br /&gt;they show a brief history of his work and his songs, the black and white era to colour.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, he teaches his young granddaughter classical dance, while she can only dream about the disco dancers.&lt;br /&gt;He struggles at work and at home to upkeep his tradition.&lt;br /&gt;He quits Bollywood when they no longer respect classical dance and pays attention to his granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;He tries to teach her classical dance but she is not interested.&lt;br /&gt;He catches her dancing disco and scolds her again.&lt;br /&gt;She gets fed up, cries, runs to her bf, whom grandfather doesn't know about but is also his student.&lt;br /&gt;He is more enthusiastic about classical dance and helps her keep interest in it and dances with her so she learns.&lt;br /&gt;Her grandfather finds out about their romance and keeps them apart, again she loses interest in classical dance coz now she lost her partner.&lt;br /&gt;She fights with her grandfather and leaves home, to make her name in Bollywood.&lt;br /&gt;HER STRUGGLE! (the story didnt have this at all!)&lt;br /&gt;How she manages to get movies and the kind of actors she has to teach (few more characters to make it interesting)&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she becomes famous, till one day she learns why her grandfather left the industry and feels bad for fighting with him.&lt;br /&gt;she decides to go home to mend things and finds out he's dying.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't accept her. She runs to her bf for help.&lt;br /&gt;He teaches her classical dance again.&lt;br /&gt;She learns so she can dance for her grandfather and make him proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;So that he knows, she will carry on the tradition.&lt;br /&gt;He blesses her, accpets her, and jus before dying, he gives her hand to her bf.&lt;br /&gt;So they live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;the final dance in memorial for the grandfather, a Grand tandav.&lt;br /&gt;She gets awards for her achievements and then a finale medley of all the songs in the play.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I made all this up in the half hour that I'm blogging. Not that hard to come up with a proper story line is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Just a note, this is my personal opinion and if u don't agree don't bother telling me, save it for your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-4241922782038085690?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4241922782038085690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/merchants-of-bollywood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/4241922782038085690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/4241922782038085690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/merchants-of-bollywood.html' title='The Merchants of Bollywood'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5677769211790104035</id><published>2009-07-13T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:05:41.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Right Time To Be In Love...</title><content type='html'>The Youth Camp.&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 years ago when at the last camp I got my heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't here for the youth camp this time around, but her memories were there.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was there.&lt;br /&gt;The pain was there.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really sucky throughout the camp but couldn't really tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna be leaving for overseas soon and I don't know if I'll ever see her again.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pick up the phone and dial her number but just afraid to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to tell her I love her before she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;But it'll hurt like hell when there is no reply.&lt;br /&gt;My mood just sucks right now and I hope I'll get over it soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gettin pissed at lil things.&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up part of my practical exam.&lt;br /&gt;No mood to study at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's true sometimes when our parents say it's not the right time to be falling in love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5677769211790104035?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5677769211790104035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-right-time-to-be-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5677769211790104035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5677769211790104035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-right-time-to-be-in-love.html' title='Not The Right Time To Be In Love...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1161828046756480043</id><published>2009-07-13T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:54:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Girls Don't Realise...</title><content type='html'>Another interesting e-mail in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys are more emotional than you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer than you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're going for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys don't care how gorgeous you are, if you're a bitch Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Giving a guy a hanging message like 'You know what?!..uh...nevermind..' would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys love you more than you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. No matter how much guys talk about butts and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, 'Please come and listen to me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ,b&gt;If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A guy would give his right nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Not all guys are jerks. Just because ONE is a jackass doesn't mean he represents ALL of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. They love it when girls talk about their boobs. haha it's true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1161828046756480043?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1161828046756480043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-girls-dont-realise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1161828046756480043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1161828046756480043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-girls-dont-realise.html' title='Things Girls Don&apos;t Realise...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8419106219528917899</id><published>2009-07-05T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:47:31.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best I Can Be!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Today was the first day of exams.&lt;br /&gt;Had our kitchen practicals and I didn't really expect it, but I scored damn well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my reports are goin fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Was mainly worried about Economics but found solid references.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel and Rest reports just filled with flowery words.&lt;br /&gt;And Marketing should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'll be done in time for the Youth Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, all the work is done!&lt;br /&gt;The plan is set, the goodies are sorted, and the names are in!&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be one rocking weekend.&lt;br /&gt;And I have a little surprise for the youth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i should reveal it now or only once I've everything confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of plans, it just feels awesome when you dream of something and in reality you get something bigger than you imagined.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be having that feeling a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;The plans I made months ago are being discussed around me.&lt;br /&gt;And my exam scores are raising high. (touchwood)&lt;br /&gt;I have more than many reasons to celebrate after exams.&lt;br /&gt;Just one regret. Those really close friends are leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we'll see what happens in the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's time to get back to work and be the best I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8419106219528917899?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8419106219528917899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-i-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8419106219528917899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8419106219528917899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-i-can-be.html' title='The Best I Can Be!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8263568404531331185</id><published>2009-06-30T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:24:22.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate calls upon...</title><content type='html'>Just when you think things can't be any better, ur surprised.&lt;br /&gt;I met Tun Mahathir today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited for a talk given by him at the Berjaya Convention Centre just above college.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke about vision 2020 and the economic crisis worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of it had to do with what we've been learning in class.&lt;br /&gt;I got up to ask him a question relating to my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the Q&amp;A ended before my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't all a waste.&lt;br /&gt;We took our chance to finally meet Tan Sri Vincent Tan.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture to show of it.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope he'll remember that meet.&lt;br /&gt;He invited us to the VIP lounge to have lunch with all of them there.&lt;br /&gt;We walked in and felt quite out of place with all the VIPs there.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stay for lunch, but i took a moment to embrace the feeling of being there.&lt;br /&gt;Being in the place hundreds of people wish to be.&lt;br /&gt;To be at the top, to be powerful, to be some1.&lt;br /&gt;I've tasted it, and i know like wine, it will be tastier in years to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8263568404531331185?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8263568404531331185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/fate-calls-upon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8263568404531331185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8263568404531331185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/fate-calls-upon.html' title='Fate calls upon...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5385109440767930605</id><published>2009-06-26T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:57:07.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Cloud 9~</title><content type='html'>wow! I can't believe I haven't updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been UNBELIEVABLE!&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe i'm exaggerating, but i really felt it was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I represented the uni at a student council conference.&lt;br /&gt;The first day was boring. The next day was mind-blowing!&lt;br /&gt;It was headed by the Education Minister, Muhyddin.&lt;br /&gt;Met loads of people from unis all over Malaysia and shook hands with the Deputy Prime Minister of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was about students coming up and presenting proposals to the government.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to give a proposal on Tourism Education in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that goes well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we had a group of Indon girls visiting the campus last week.&lt;br /&gt;More than 20 of em. Didn't really hang out with them and go for movies all although we were totally allowed to :P&lt;br /&gt;Was busy finishing up my assignments and organising a bit of the Youth Camp.&lt;br /&gt;When all that was done, the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we had Robert Rainford from the Asian Food Channel in our campus.&lt;br /&gt;We had a short talk by him, photo session, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;But I was just too excited to meet the founders of AFC!&lt;br /&gt;Well most might not see it, but that's way better than meeting a celebrity chef. :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the owners of a television network which could possibly employ me to roam around the world for them and get big money for it!&lt;br /&gt;Or at least some really good write-up material i could use for my editorial.&lt;br /&gt;The chef wasn't bad either, since I wanted to interview him for the mag anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The day didn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Resh I was given the task to interview the Indon girls aswel.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda hard to pick one girl...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got the chance and caught one off-guard.&lt;br /&gt;Jessyca. She was probably the loudest one there.&lt;br /&gt;Was a really lovely interview. Everyone was wondering what's goin on coz we were sitting alone in the corner. :P&lt;br /&gt;After the interview we had dinner with all the girls as it was the last day.&lt;br /&gt;My god. Their performance was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Around dinner I met their FT, Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;Would have rather interviewed her. She was hot man.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, too bad I was sick. She was all set to go clubbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to bed early too coz we had a huge day ahead on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;A VIP dinner with Robert at Bangsar Village Rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;The uni was managing the entire event.&lt;br /&gt;Our chefs were cooking and we were serving the guests.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I feel it was unbelieveable?&lt;br /&gt;Coz i was the lucky few serving the VIP tables.&lt;br /&gt;Again, the founder of AFC was there, and more importantly he recognised me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Not only that. Badawi and his family were on the table aswel.&lt;br /&gt;I was on Cloud 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the Deputy PM, a celebrity chef, AFC founders, an ex-PM, and a few hot girls...&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Life's great.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know anyone else who has done so much in only the first semester of their college life.&lt;br /&gt;And I have 3 more years to go.&lt;br /&gt;God knows how much more there is in store...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5385109440767930605?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5385109440767930605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/cloud-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5385109440767930605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5385109440767930605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/cloud-9.html' title='~Cloud 9~'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-582841651134545120</id><published>2009-06-14T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:32:51.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>achooooo....</title><content type='html'>This sucks. I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;Got flu coz of cold drinks.&lt;br /&gt;I partly blame the haze too.&lt;br /&gt;Not a good weather to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope i get well asap.&lt;br /&gt;There's lot more to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-582841651134545120?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/582841651134545120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/achooooo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/582841651134545120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/582841651134545120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/achooooo.html' title='achooooo....'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-1989534687175667946</id><published>2009-06-07T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:58:05.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough...</title><content type='html'>Gods have many incarnations.&lt;br /&gt;Each incarnation to do something great.&lt;br /&gt;I have only 1 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 life to do so much.&lt;br /&gt;I knew i would be handling a lot of things in college.&lt;br /&gt;But not all at once!&lt;br /&gt;Student council,&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian visitors,&lt;br /&gt;education ministry conferences,&lt;br /&gt;Aiesec Club,&lt;br /&gt;4 research projects,&lt;br /&gt;Students Mag,&lt;br /&gt;part-time job,&lt;br /&gt;sem-end exams,&lt;br /&gt;and now... Youth Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 4 weeks are going to be the craziest!&lt;br /&gt;But I know, if any1 can do it, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years from now when I look back, I will know what made me the best.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that like gods, leaders are born, not made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-1989534687175667946?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1989534687175667946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-going-gets-tough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1989534687175667946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/1989534687175667946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-4802875135653909312</id><published>2009-05-29T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:18:21.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome.Lovely.Fantastic</title><content type='html'>Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We had a bowling competition yesterday. My team won 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;Had an economic test today. Should get 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke night later in college. Time to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;That new girl in college I spoke about, been talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;Very friendly. Very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;She's tried out the classes and will be back next sem.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm adapting quickly to all the changes.&lt;br /&gt;Increasing the fun each day.&lt;br /&gt;The new me. Better and improved.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-4802875135653909312?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4802875135653909312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/awesomelovelyfantastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/4802875135653909312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/4802875135653909312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/awesomelovelyfantastic.html' title='Awesome.Lovely.Fantastic'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-7646240486535146496</id><published>2009-05-25T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:54:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead and Gone</title><content type='html'>The old me is dead and gone... dead and gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know till last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;A staff from college told me I wasn't the same as when I first joined.&lt;br /&gt;That somehow I'd become less bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;She was worried I had some problem with college and if I'm happy there.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice the change.&lt;br /&gt;Not till I was driving home from Mumbai Se on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't me already.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the Karan who calls himself Paagal anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;But I do know what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be fixed. Not soon.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope it doesn't take too long till it becomes permanent.&lt;br /&gt;Or till it drives me crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-7646240486535146496?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7646240486535146496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-and-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7646240486535146496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7646240486535146496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-and-gone.html' title='Dead and Gone'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2628909480984635291</id><published>2009-05-24T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:41:26.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soulmates</title><content type='html'>I've finished reading the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brida&lt;/span&gt; by Paulo Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;It talks about our soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmates aren't those who we fall in love with, or whom we marry.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those ppl could actually be your soulmate, but that's not just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our soulmates are literally souls.&lt;br /&gt;It's written in the bible somewhere that when god created humans, he divided a soul into 2 parts, man and women.&lt;br /&gt;One was adam, the other eve.&lt;br /&gt;So each time a soul divides, it takes these 2 forms. male and female.&lt;br /&gt;And over our lifetime, we search for this soulmate to be complete again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves a lot of questions right?&lt;br /&gt;Well some souls may rejoin the Universal Soul, then the other half of the soul would have to divide again.&lt;br /&gt;Some may never find a soulmate. It could take several births.&lt;br /&gt;The Universal Soul is infinite, and can easily fill in the increasing population.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, and probably the most scariest part is that we might even find more than one soulmate during our lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that if you've had 6 girlfriends all were your soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;For those who can see, there is a light above the left shoulder of the person who is their soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;But some may just see it thru their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's what we call love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;Finding your soulmate is not easy and the only way may only be to fall again and again till you've found that person.&lt;br /&gt;And once you've found them, you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your soulmate was a part of your soul in your few last births.&lt;br /&gt;And you've lived life, seen things, and felt everything the same in another time, you just don't remember it now.&lt;br /&gt;Some may be strong soulmates, some may be weak.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how many times your soul has divided over the years.&lt;br /&gt;This last thought makes me feel like I have a very old soul indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows how I keep falling for a lot of girls that I meet.&lt;br /&gt;But all those are just temporary infatuations.&lt;br /&gt;Take it in another way, they might be just weak soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;Part of a soul which was divided milleniums ago.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that for sure though.&lt;br /&gt;But what I do know is that I have met one of my soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;And I will probably know when I meet another aswell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2628909480984635291?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2628909480984635291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/soulmates.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2628909480984635291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2628909480984635291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/soulmates.html' title='soulmates'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-4383012551762979971</id><published>2009-05-20T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:36:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dozens?</title><content type='html'>Ok after talking bout the new crush, the new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi welcome to Krispy Kreme! How many DOZENS may I get for you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously they buy in dozens!&lt;br /&gt;cant talk much coz there's class after this.&lt;br /&gt;but work is fun.&lt;br /&gt;and we get 2 donuts to take home everyday.&lt;br /&gt;lovely breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update: i must have sold at least 25 dozens in my first 2 days alone.&lt;br /&gt;God, forgive me for making the world a fatter place. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the guys didn't tell me earlier, the more dozens we sell, we get like an award or sumthin...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not working full time but I'm sure i can give them a bit of competition. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! Canace dropped by today!&lt;br /&gt;Such a surprise! She has a bf now. wow!&lt;br /&gt;was nice to see her after so long.&lt;br /&gt;damn i miss INTI man..&lt;br /&gt;and someday i'm gonna miss Berjaya aswell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone i once knew, and everyone i know now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you by the DOZENS... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-4383012551762979971?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4383012551762979971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/dozens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/4383012551762979971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/4383012551762979971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/dozens.html' title='dozens?'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-6395087922660545219</id><published>2009-05-20T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:25:29.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Next Table</title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the college computer lab&lt;br /&gt;and there's a super cute girl sitting right in front.&lt;br /&gt;She's new i guess, haven't seen her before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;She's really fair.&lt;br /&gt;With 2 ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;Wearin pink.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling dude.&lt;br /&gt;Awesomely cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it's just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;Still don't know her name.&lt;br /&gt;But I will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achoo! she jus sneezed.&lt;br /&gt;bless her. so cute. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-6395087922660545219?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6395087922660545219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/girl-next-table.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6395087922660545219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/6395087922660545219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/girl-next-table.html' title='The Girl Next Table'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2023748315764266745</id><published>2009-05-18T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:57:02.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~The Boy Who Sold Donuts~ :D</title><content type='html'>Remember the part when I said there will be a lot of changes this year...&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow I'm gonna start working part-time for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents never really encouraged it mostly coz I had the shop to run.&lt;br /&gt;But now, its better for my exposure.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that all is not important.&lt;br /&gt;What is important is that I got a place in.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;KRISPY KREME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, for those of you who still don't know why I'm excited,&lt;br /&gt;you really really really must try their donuts.&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who have got to try them, GOD BLESS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Every morning basically I get up around 7 and leave by 8.&lt;br /&gt;And every morning 7.30 onwards is the spiritual talk on Zee.&lt;br /&gt;Mom watches it.&lt;br /&gt;And everything that he says, somehow or the other, I already know about it.&lt;br /&gt;It all comes from "The Secret".&lt;br /&gt;He even mentions the books in his talks la.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, I gave my mom the books.&lt;br /&gt;Finally she has started reading them. With interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I'm reading 'Brida' by paulo coelho.&lt;br /&gt;Went to amcorp the other day for a Kenny Roger's field trip.&lt;br /&gt;We got a tour and explaination bout their operation. And we got free muffins!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, amcorp has changed a lot. I was surprised by the amount of bookstores and cheap prices.&lt;br /&gt;got my book from the rent-a-book place.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be dropping by there often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are reading this blog,&lt;br /&gt;Well done!&lt;br /&gt;You're one step closer to reading a real book. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2023748315764266745?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2023748315764266745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/boy-who-sold-donuts-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2023748315764266745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2023748315764266745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/boy-who-sold-donuts-d.html' title='~The Boy Who Sold Donuts~ :D'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-7557319534787539767</id><published>2009-05-06T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:24:56.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head-ache!</title><content type='html'>My head hurts. But i won't give in no way!&lt;br /&gt;I have my econ, marketing, hospitality assignments due around next week.&lt;br /&gt;Plus 2-3 test comin up too.&lt;br /&gt;What bother's me the worst is my Student Newsletter for which the teacher hasn't been answering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're holding a competition for the name and design of the mag.&lt;br /&gt;and the winner is spose to get a free hotel stay in Berjaya Hills.&lt;br /&gt;My dateline is coming closer and we still haven't launched the competition.&lt;br /&gt;My articles finally settled a lil today. I still need at least 5 more ppl to jump in.&lt;br /&gt;Which seems to be impossible considering the numbers in college.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has their own thing.&lt;br /&gt;We seriously need more students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least I have my chill out time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing a game called Drakensang.. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Something like final fantasy and all.&lt;br /&gt;Much needed entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I don't know if I should play the game, go to sleep, or bang my head trying to finish my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, tmrw is my day off. No classes on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;I am so serious bout getting a part-time job.&lt;br /&gt;I know i can squeeze out the time.&lt;br /&gt;Though still kinda worried if it would affect studies.&lt;br /&gt;Head-ache!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-7557319534787539767?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7557319534787539767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-head-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7557319534787539767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/7557319534787539767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-head-hurts.html' title='Head-ache!'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5059993867542186475</id><published>2009-05-03T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:34:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Girls Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found this e-mail in my inbox and I think u girls really need to be educated in these matters.&lt;br /&gt;So read it, understand it, memorize it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 99% of girls don't realize it 'til it is too late  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From a guys point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;We don't care if you talk to other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned... Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till he morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; confidence&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T 'FEEL BAD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;We enjoy doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Smile and say 'thank you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;See the beauty in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's boring, and we don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;You have girlfriends for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy' or whatever else you can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;On the other hand im not sayin i wouldn't like it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Girls: I cannot stress this enough: IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE.&gt; DITCH HIS SORRY DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION ASS, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Someone who will stop what theyre doing just to look you in the eyes....and say 'i love you' ..........AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;*****Give the nice guys a chance***** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5059993867542186475?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5059993867542186475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-might-agree-with-it-but-when-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5059993867542186475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5059993867542186475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-might-agree-with-it-but-when-it.html' title='A Letter to Girls Everywhere'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-816270039643159321</id><published>2009-04-27T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:01:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Lonely</title><content type='html'>its funny wat loneliness does to a man.&lt;br /&gt;god knew we cant live alone. thts y he made women.&lt;br /&gt;to be by our sides. to hold us when we fall. to smile when we tear.&lt;br /&gt;to be our companion. to share our compassion, our moments, our life.&lt;br /&gt;i know how it feels to have tht special some1 in ur arms.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe thts y it hurts to realize its gone.&lt;br /&gt;theres an empty space i try to fill.&lt;br /&gt;and i get tired every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of crying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but its the only way i know tht eases the pain.&lt;br /&gt;each of us have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;mine jus isnt complete.&lt;br /&gt;im not embarassed, nor ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;we feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;we are men.&lt;br /&gt;and we need love. in every form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-816270039643159321?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/816270039643159321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/mrlonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/816270039643159321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/816270039643159321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/mrlonely.html' title='Mr.Lonely'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-796310403309034858</id><published>2009-04-25T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:33:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berjaya-Ku</title><content type='html'>After a whole week of running around I jus dropped dead last night.&lt;br /&gt;was so exhausted. Came home, had dinner, slept.&lt;br /&gt;still have no energy to do anything really.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god we have weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great news is someone got selected as the new editorial chief for the uni mag!&lt;br /&gt;We still haven't decided on a name but we've got a very interesting start.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the columns sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;got the designer on work.&lt;br /&gt;Our advisers are all thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing left is getting my team up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout teaming up, the juniors have teamed up a rebellion against the uni.&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe that's an exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of us aren't happy with the way the uni is running the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Our time tables are all screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Our practical classes are consumed by the cafe operations.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, though I didnt want to get involved, I ended up being the one reporting it and facing the head of school to explain the matters.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;Drama. Always happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, those ppl are gonna change our time tables once again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I still have my ample free time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is wat it is. Berjaya-Ku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-796310403309034858?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/796310403309034858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-whole-week-of-running-around-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/796310403309034858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/796310403309034858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-whole-week-of-running-around-i.html' title='Berjaya-Ku'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8738414659734002918</id><published>2009-04-22T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:36:16.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Two</title><content type='html'>Aaaah.. Second week kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;Already we're working on assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Some things seem to be going too slow.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i'm the one going a lil too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans for the party seem to be off for now, but there are more on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Hopin to see more clubs and societies around here.&lt;br /&gt;There's only a drama club which doesn't seem so dramatic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast we've finally got our student cards. Still haven't got the uniform though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm having a blast dressing up for college.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday change jacket, change bag...&lt;br /&gt;Formal days are awesome.. get to totally suit up.&lt;br /&gt;I've already bought a few ties. Plan to buy more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, class is over. Just sitting in IT lab hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;We're all going for Krispy Kreme for free sampling in a while.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe more hanging out after that..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Berjaya.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update... Krispy Kreme was fucking awesome wei!&lt;br /&gt;super sweet! we even got boxes of donuts to take home!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8738414659734002918?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8738414659734002918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/hang-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8738414659734002918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8738414659734002918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/hang-two.html' title='Hang Two'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2376507744771850963</id><published>2009-04-17T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:13:49.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Than My Body</title><content type='html'>First week is up and finished!&lt;br /&gt;Damn i'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've not had many classes, but even then we've done so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day class started with econs.&lt;br /&gt;I've studied a bit of it earlier so I pretty much know wat he's talkin bout.&lt;br /&gt;Then our next class got cancelled. the lecturer had family emergency.&lt;br /&gt;management isn't tough also. pretty basic.&lt;br /&gt;next day again class cancelled coz the software wasnt installed yet.&lt;br /&gt;might be getting it this week.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, our practicals.&lt;br /&gt;today was the practical day. the full day in kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;we hardly did anything but polish cutlery, but pretty tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day itself I walked into the restaurant during my free time to find the lecturrer setting up tables by himself.&lt;br /&gt;don't really have any classes with him but offered to help coz there wasn't anything better to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it was great. jus had to set up glasses and forks.&lt;br /&gt;2-3 chef/lecturers saw me helping out and now they personally know my name.&lt;br /&gt;great! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even got myself in the midst of the student council trying to plan a party for all the students.&lt;br /&gt;we're more than half way thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got myself involved in operating our own cafe in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;hardly a week into the course and i'll already be running the kitchen on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;wow!&lt;br /&gt;we're employees at a five-star hotel cafe, jus with no pay.&lt;br /&gt;we get free food though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm too tired now.&lt;br /&gt;need to sleep... zzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-2376507744771850963?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2376507744771850963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-week-is-up-and-finished-damn-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2376507744771850963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/2376507744771850963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-week-is-up-and-finished-damn-im.html' title='Bigger Than My Body'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-8254623939265971346</id><published>2009-04-13T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:44:47.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First.</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day in college.&lt;br /&gt;It was great, maybe because I had no expectations at all.&lt;br /&gt;I've got 4 subjects this sem, and my timetable seems very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get my haircut to dress smart for Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;Half the ppl couldn't recognise me, the other half had to turn around and look again to be sure they saw me. That was great! :D&lt;br /&gt;For some reason a few thought I looked like a lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;I really wouldn't mind lecturin in college though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post using my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my bday gift. A bit over the budget but it's the best.&lt;br /&gt;Some blessed guy has left his internet connection on for me so I can surf for free from my couch while watching koffee with karan on tv... HOW AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things are great...&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-8254623939265971346?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8254623939265971346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8254623939265971346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/8254623939265971346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first.html' title='My First.'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-2029859682773815468</id><published>2009-04-10T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:12:14.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Bday!</title><content type='html'>Ouch! My ear is bleeding!&lt;br /&gt;Well probably none of you know this..&lt;br /&gt;I pierced my ear on my bday.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, today it was aching like hell...&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the nerve got cut or something so I had to painfully pull it out jus now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can wear it back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the best bday present I got myself actually..&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted one and finally I got it done.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that went for shopping and jus spent the night with family on that day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in the morning was in temple to donate blood.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's been a pretty bloody bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, College!&lt;br /&gt;Damn it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We had 3 days of orientation tht ended today.&lt;br /&gt;First day I made a few friends.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow had the feeling I would meet some1 who would already know me from somewhre or the other.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I met a girl from my old school bus!&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Second day we opened up a bit more and mixed around a lot.&lt;br /&gt;And today, third day, we're not new in the college anymore... seems like we've been there for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next monday classes begin.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a haircut and buy some formal attire.&lt;br /&gt;Also I need to go check out laptops at the PC Fair.&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna be my bday present from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, everything else is going great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much busy the whole day in college.. and tired by the time I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;Being in Berjaya is fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;We've been eating at new places and window shopping everyday.&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who wants to drop by I'm free on Wednesday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Until I find a part-time job or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Check facebook for pics. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942540811795895364.post-5690086836418014137</id><published>2009-04-04T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:59:49.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>It's just few hours before 12.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in front of my computer and wondering if this is what I had in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;It surely isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Birthday Wish.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could spend this day with a number of special ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately most of them are unable to be part of my happiness, which makes the celebration null and void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying I do not wish to celebrate till all of you are by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect anyone to understand, but there are things that are more important to me than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday Wish is that I can relive this moment again.&lt;br /&gt;Only this time I want all those special ppl to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, it's insignificant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-5690086836418014137?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5690086836418014137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/5690086836418014137'/><link 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I saw u in my dreams last night. We were making out in a train."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know wat to say... "Err...Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not an April's Fool joke.. Really. I saw you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was April's Fool?? Oh ya! I'd totally forgot bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was in temple fetching the priest for prayers in my new shop.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for him so I pulled out my book and started reading, The Alchemist.&lt;br /&gt;I read it once before and it was time I read it again.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened this week which have made me feel somewhat spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the sense of being religious, but the realization of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first blow was the news about shahreen's dad.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it opened a corner of my mind and heart to see things that I didn't notice for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Things that books like The Alchemist have thought me.&lt;br /&gt;You look up to God. You speak with some1 who u can't see. You find answers from within.&lt;br /&gt;You pray.&lt;br /&gt;And as they say that when you want something the universe conspires in helping you achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;It happened with me.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got that dream scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted 2 yrs of my life and thousands of ringgit on my distance course.&lt;br /&gt;But as I see it now it was just a path I had to go thru.&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to wait till this exact university was built at the exact time and offered me this exact scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing less than a miracle to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes my new shop.&lt;br /&gt;As fate would have it, we are to be back in business the same time as we did last yr, except in a new location.&lt;br /&gt;What more, it coincides with my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a bit of spiritual talk these few days.&lt;br /&gt;At shahreen's house the priest spoke about our atma being part of the paramatma.&lt;br /&gt;Our soul being part of the Universal Soul.&lt;br /&gt;Something that echos in so many books I've read.&lt;br /&gt;Something that was written in the book I gave Shahreen to read and highlighted the exact 2 pages that spoke of some of the messages given by the priest.&lt;br /&gt;It was the Manual Of The Warrior Of Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she reads it. I hope everyone reads it.&lt;br /&gt;It may not be as powerful as our holy scriptures, but if it can help me understand life, I'm sure it can do the same for others.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you understand the language of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my April's Wise Joke.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who called me above had a dream about me.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough I'm joining a college where we would be able to meet each other frequently by train.&lt;br /&gt;Co-incidence? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Alchemist, a poor shepherd boy travels a great distance across a desert and falls in love with a girl as if he had traveled all the while just to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;As if the Universe conspired them to be together.&lt;br /&gt;I think of my greatest love. I tell the universe how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, she called me randomly just a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;Co-incidence? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even kept reading the book while driving. I didn't want the traffic Am to end so I can read longer.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached home I cleared the car of few documents. One was a photocopy of my mom's passport.&lt;br /&gt;My mom should have a resident's card by now I think.&lt;br /&gt;In my head I see a scene where we're congratulating each other coz my mom has finally got the resident permit. I wasn't sure if it was true or was I just imagining.&lt;br /&gt;I go to check the post-box before going home.&lt;br /&gt;The envelope we have been waiting for 18 yrs finally arrives.&lt;br /&gt;After 18 yrs my mom has finally got the letter for her permit.&lt;br /&gt;Co-incidence? Haha... Do you still think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't co-incidence. Whatever has happened and is happening this week has been amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Some have made me cry to the core, some have given more happiness than one can handle.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, if you understand the language of the universe, these are signs.&lt;br /&gt;Or omens, as the book would say. The universe is telling me something.&lt;br /&gt;It means I'm on the right path of my Personal Legend.&lt;br /&gt;I know that much.&lt;br /&gt;Where it may lead to, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now it has made me wiser.&lt;br /&gt;And so this april, it shall be April's Wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942540811795895364-3922919145725177278?l=karanisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3922919145725177278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprils-wise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3922919145725177278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942540811795895364/posts/default/3922919145725177278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karanisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprils-wise.html' title='April&apos;s Wise...'/><author><name>.karanisme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05749030323366029483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_TkDriEy0/TkaQWmUnLYI/AAAAAAAAADw/IIJik5iH6u8/s1600/35064_10150222157025363_697530362_13393616_2560182_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
