# Feeling awesome <3
# Too sweet!!
# Dad made us supper :)
# I believe in this, do you?
xoxo
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Back to December
I'm so glad you made time to see me
How's life? Tell me, how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while
How's life? Tell me, how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while
You've been good, busier than ever
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up, and I know why
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up, and I know why
Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses, and I left them there to die
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses, and I left them there to die
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time
all the time :)
xoxo
Friday, March 25, 2011
Da seod.
Cheapest ring I've ever found! Best buy!
I swear I never dye my hair before.
I like to said so because lots of people thought that I dyed my hair.
And I'll be so happy to tell them that I didn't, it's naturally brown :)
*your saliva is on your pants!* 8D
Hello fringe and boob's length hair :) :)
xoxo
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Instead of boring black.
Have you ever experienced having Triple eyelid before?
I bet no! I always do which it frustrated me so much.
*Opps, it's actually some coffee's whipped cream*
Pink leggings anyone? :)
*I don't think I'll have the guts to wear it in Msia*
*grins*
Smooches ♥
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Jenson at Jambo.
I remembered I mentioned once before that I like family gathering dinner once in a while because I'll have the opportunity to dress up. Yay! The dinner was kinda boring actually, so me and my bro task of the night was to eat and camwhore. Let the parents do the chit-chatting-with-relatives part :)
The journey was so long, and I started to camwhore in the car :)
The present Jenson's (the birthday boy) parents made for him.
Lovely :)
My grandpa looks so cute with the shirt we got him from Hkong :D
How can I not eat the traditional red egg.
Btw, I ate three!
And here goes our most enjoyable part of the night :)
Your specs TJS!! :D
Told cha we camwhore a lot. haha.
That's the end for this part promise :)
With Jenson :)
With love,
Carmen
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Remember this, Girls.
女孩子必须牢记的几点
1.喜欢的东西要自己努力买，不要指望别人送。
2.寂寞的时候，不要听慢歌，怀旧或者腻死在网上，站起来做运动或者去找朋友八卦。
3.认真游戏，但牢记只是游戏。
4.收到甜言蜜语的短信，记得微笑，然后删除。
5.想吃饼干前，把手放在自己的肚子上感受脂肪的存在。
6.少喝果汁多吃水果，少吃零食多喝水，少坐多站，少想多看，少说多做，少怀旧多憧憬。
7.永远不会再有第二个男人像爸爸这样爱你，所以最爱的男人当然是爸爸。
8.在MSN，手机里删除前男友的号码，避免神经脆弱的时候主动找他。
9.减肥是为了更美好的人生。要是因为减肥而失去了生活的乐趣，不如放弃。
10.每天树立小目标然后努力实现。
11.坚决不买大一号的衣服，不给自己肥胖的空间。
12.吃下去的就坚决不再吐出来，所以吃之前要想清楚。恋爱也是。
13.生日、圣诞节、情人节，记得买礼物送给自己。
14.想办法努力赚钱，而不是如何省钱。
15.相信爱情和mr.right的存在，在此之前也不拒绝和mr.wrong们分享人生。
16.看透的时候，假装没看透。
17.内衣一旦出现破损，决不再穿，立即扔掉。
18.每天和爸爸联系，经常跟死党交流 。
19.记得自己的错误并想办法弥补，但永远不要责怪自己。
20.愤怒的时候数到30再说话。
21.做好防晒，但记得适当地晒晒太阳。心情也会进行光合作用。真的。
22.为BF付出之前，想想有没有这样对待过自己。
23.状态低靡的中午不如睡觉，遇到低谷就放自己大假。
24.真正看中的东西就买，不要借钱。真正喜欢的男人就追，量力而行。
25.节假日上街疯狂雪拼之前，从钱包里扣下一百块。
26.银行卡的密码不要用男友的生日。
27.永远不向从前的恋人诉苦。
28.出门之前，根据步行的时间和强度考虑要穿的鞋子。
29.即便只是下楼买水果，也记得别穿的太邋遢。你永远不知道会在什么时候遇上什么人。
30.挤公车的时候不要和别人挤的太紧，给自己预留几公分空间。工作也是，学习也是。
31.随身携带：面纸，镜子，护垫，钱包（里面有钱），钥匙。
不随身携带：旧情人送的戒指，照片，回忆。
32.选一项喜欢的运动并且坚持下去。
33.可以淘便宜的衣服，但记得自己的品位比这个价位高。
34.桌上的护肤品永远比化妆品多，贵，好，对于女人来说外养不如内调。
35.洗衣服之前戴手套，保护自己总没错。
36.养成写日记的习惯，哪怕只言片语。
37.可以不认同，但学会尊重。
38.打电话的时候记得微笑，对方听的见。
39.注重内心，但不忽略外表。
40.每月记帐，每月储蓄。
41.了解潮流，但不必跟风。
42.看起来多大年龄，就有多大年龄。
43.做不了决定的时候，让时间帮你决定。如果还是无法决定，做了再 说。宁愿犯错，不留遗憾。
Sorry I'm so lazy these day, and I have tons of assignments and homeworks to rush for so I just copied and pasted.
I'll update with a real post of mine asap.
Love,
Carmen
Friday, March 11, 2011
Husband, Wife and Jane.
Saw Ashley posted one long post recently and I wonder what was that, and slowly scrolled up and start reading from the top. A very touching love story posted on facebook by I don't know, someone else.
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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....
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The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
Love everyone around you, especially your family :)
Love,
Carmen
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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....
....................................................................................................................................................................
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
Love everyone around you, especially your family :)
Love,
Carmen
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Destination of your heart.
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
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