<?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-5805580120829079144</id><updated>2011-11-17T21:51:12.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and its Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7404969931117357764</id><published>2010-07-02T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:10:34.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last i posted was exactly one month ago. Why the gap? Lack of inspiration I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in the last month. My life changed in ways you would not begin to imagine. A whole new chapter of my life is beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop blogging permanently. But this blog will remain open. A way for me to remind myself how fast life can change in just the blink of an eye. It was nice blogging. And to those who kept track of my posts, thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Anusha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7404969931117357764?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7404969931117357764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7404969931117357764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7404969931117357764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7404969931117357764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-i-posted-was-exactly-one-month-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3188050161252391701</id><published>2010-06-02T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:55:11.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed</title><content type='html'>When you compare a current picture of yourself, and a picture when you were, say 8 or 9 years old, there's definitely a difference, but there's also a slight similarity right? As in, if anyone were to see the picture, they would be able to guess it's you. Not with me though. I recently compared my pictures, and the difference is shocking. It's like I transformed my face completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZTWDGrKII/AAAAAAAAAoI/lSKCAn3zt0Y/s1600/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZTWDGrKII/AAAAAAAAAoI/lSKCAn3zt0Y/s400/103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478157634998315138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was me about 10 years back. Please bear with the horrible photo quality. I had to use my phone to snap the pictures. Now you can either compare this picture to the photo on the side, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZTWjCfd6I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vKa2E_7-8kc/s1600/Image033%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZTWjCfd6I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vKa2E_7-8kc/s400/Image033%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478157643570706338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can compare it with this. Totally different my goodness. It's like I transformed or something. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-3188050161252391701?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3188050161252391701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3188050161252391701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3188050161252391701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3188050161252391701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-changed.html' title='I changed'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZTWDGrKII/AAAAAAAAAoI/lSKCAn3zt0Y/s72-c/103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2755170310113214750</id><published>2010-05-23T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:35:56.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better late than never</title><content type='html'>I finally had my first driving class today! 3 hours of driving. SO FUN! Except for the fact that the engine died I think about a hundred times today heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this whole 3 hours I will just be driving around the housing area, and he'll get me used to controlling the wheel, the gear and the clutch. But! He asked me to drive onto the main road! I was sooo scared my goodness there were so many cars. I wouldn't be surprised if half of them were cursing cos I was driving between 30-40 km/h. Too bad for them lah hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove all the way to Subang Heights. But now if you were to ask me how to get there I will straight tell you I don't know haha! I was so nervous, so I didn't really pay attention much to which junction I was taking, I didn't look out for landmarks either. All I know is, when the instructor told me to turn left, I turned left. If he told me to turn right, I turned right. Simple. I like Subang Heights. The road is so empty! Every 5 minutes or so a car will pass by, and then the road remains empty for the next 5 minutes. So nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now I know why people say the slope is the hardest part of the test. Have to balance the clutch, the brake, and the accelerator. Every time, it's either I released the clutch too much, or too little. And then of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjin mati. &lt;/span&gt;So many times I tell you! Towards the end I started to get the feel of things, but I definitely still need a lot of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my only problem is the balancing. Controlling the wheel and changing the gear is super easy! I could do with a little improvement when making a U-turn, but otherwise, according to my instructor, I did pretty well for someone who's not drove before :D&lt;br /&gt;HA! I'll be such an awesome driver haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2755170310113214750?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2755170310113214750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2755170310113214750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2755170310113214750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2755170310113214750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-late-than-never.html' title='better late than never'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1826938490806593074</id><published>2010-05-17T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:39:26.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>No more sweeping wooden floors&lt;br /&gt;No more taking orders&lt;br /&gt;No more keying in orders&lt;br /&gt;No more setting cutlery for customers&lt;br /&gt;No more checking ash-trays ( I honestly think I used to hear my manager shout ' CHECK THE ASH-TRAYS! at least 10 times a day )&lt;br /&gt;No more running into the kitchen saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' OI! HOW LONG MORE LAH THE FOOD! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more carrying trays full of glasses&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the best part, no more dealing with ridiculous 'special requests' by extremely fussy customers.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S_C6IXNd6_I/AAAAAAAAAng/IfL8rVvghXc/s1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S_C6IXNd6_I/AAAAAAAAAng/IfL8rVvghXc/s400/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472078200087374834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 'souvenir' hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1826938490806593074?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1826938490806593074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1826938490806593074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1826938490806593074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1826938490806593074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/05/freeeeeeeeee.html' title='Freeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S_C6IXNd6_I/AAAAAAAAAng/IfL8rVvghXc/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-5603803226940478348</id><published>2010-05-03T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:58:12.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of falling sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Again. Honestly, it's no fun anymore. It never was, it's just more miserable now. I want to heal once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at Dome is near! 15th May, I look forward to the day. Hehe. Yes it's been fun, yes I gained a lot of experience, met a lot of people ( including JJ from Hitz! He's a regular ;)  )&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired. SOOO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll have more time to catch up. I know a lot of you aren't too pleased cos I haven't had the time to keep in touch at all. Haven't been coming online much, haven't been calling any of you, haven't been going out. I'm so sorry, once I'm done with work we'll start planning ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this blog needs to have a make-over. A new look and better posts. All in good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one last thing, I am officially a student of Sunway University College.  ACCA, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-5603803226940478348?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/5603803226940478348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=5603803226940478348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5603803226940478348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5603803226940478348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-sick-of-falling-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick of falling sick'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4535948445210012282</id><published>2010-04-13T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:45:50.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>Life is full of what-ifs. For every single action you take, for every single decision you make, there are a whole bunch of what-ifs you could ask yourself. What if I did it this way? What if I had not done it? What if I hadn't made that decision? And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been thought to not ponder too much on what-ifs. Mainly because what's been done has been done. No point wondering what would have happened if you did things differently. But I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times where I plan something with so much accuracy you could call it a close-to-perfect plan ( nothing's perfect right?). See I can be a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to planning stuff. Whether it's something as simple as who's fetching who, or something as big as where my life is headed.  I can never rest easy if there's no plan.  BUT! something always goes wrong at the last minute. ALWAYS. And the whole plan just gets screwed up. And I'm forced to make new decisions on the spot. And you find yourself going in a whole other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I start to wonder what more life has in store for me. See the thing is, up till now, everything I have done has been based on last minute decisions. My original plan was to do my A-Levels at Sunway. But at the very last minute the plan changed. I ended up studying at INTI. And I'm soo glad I ended up at INTI, cos I made friends with a bunch of awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's DOME. My original plan was to work at Coffee Bean. It just so happened that just after filling up the request form at CB, my mum walked past DOME and noticed a sign saying they needed part-time/full-time waiters. No regrets here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder what life would be like if my mum hadn't noticed the sign.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-4535948445210012282?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4535948445210012282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4535948445210012282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4535948445210012282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4535948445210012282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3415060708730911199</id><published>2010-03-25T19:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:27:44.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in wonderland</title><content type='html'>Finally got the chance to go out today. With my dear and my darling! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S6tiYECDn8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/v4grfHsfQRI/s1600/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S6tiYECDn8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/v4grfHsfQRI/s400/DSC00363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452559939400867778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Darling, Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had this much fun in ages. We didn't go anywhere special. But I laughed so much I think I might have strained my voice a little bit. NO complains here though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Alice in Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S6tiXvSNenI/AAAAAAAAAnE/h-tBB40PVFs/s1600/alice_in_wonderland_movie_poster_triptych_mia_wasikowska_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S6tiXvSNenI/AAAAAAAAAnE/h-tBB40PVFs/s400/alice_in_wonderland_movie_poster_triptych_mia_wasikowska_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452559933831477874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall I think it was a good movie. There were a few flaws. For instance, the Hatter was EXACTLY like Captain Jack Sparrow. I know that's the style he's famous for now, but there's no reason he should talk and walk exactly the same. He COULD have been a bit crazier. And the tea party scene was disappointing. There were not enough flying teacups. Haha. And when the queen said " Off with his head!" ,isn't it supposed to be all high-pitched and shrill??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that the movie was good. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-3415060708730911199?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3415060708730911199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3415060708730911199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3415060708730911199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3415060708730911199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in wonderland'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S6tiYECDn8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/v4grfHsfQRI/s72-c/DSC00363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1007700601070188269</id><published>2010-03-23T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:54:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love random emails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A bus stops and 2 Italian men get on.  They sit  down and engage in an animated conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The lady sitting next to them ignores  them at  first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say  the  following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'Emma come first. Den I come. Den two  asses come  together. I come once-a-more! .. Two asses, they come together again. I  come  again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The lady can't take this any more,  'You  foul-mouthed sex obsessed pig,' she retorted indignantly. 'In this  country we  don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'Hey, coola down lady,' said the man.  'Who a  talkin' abouta sex? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell '  Mississippi '.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;$5.00 says you're gonna read this  again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On a random note, never did I think that I would feel so happy inside me when the customer I served walks out with a bright smile on their face, obviously satisfied with the service and food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kinda enlightening =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1007700601070188269?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1007700601070188269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1007700601070188269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1007700601070188269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1007700601070188269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/03/bus-stops-and-2-italian-men-get-on.html' title='I love random emails'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1387811698269405764</id><published>2010-03-11T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:51:18.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been 3 weeks already?</title><content type='html'>My first week into work, I was busy complaining to every single person I met how tiring it was. How I was too tired to do anything. It was a new place. I had to memorise the menu, learn how to key in orders, learn what cutlery is needed for each dish served, learn how to serve drinks ( yes, for different sized cups, the presentation is different), all in one day. Talk about a tough first day. I thought to myself 'What on earth have you gotten yourself into?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then second week came, and I started getting used to the hours. By then, I was already familiar with everything. Which meant that I started enjoying going to work. And the people I work with are really nice, so that's an added advantage. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now the third week, and I'm actually really glad I took this job. I'm not saying it's the best job in the world. But I have learnt a great many things. My memory skills have definitely improved. There are times when Dome is so busy that on my way to key-in the order for table 11, table 8 asks for 2 glasses of warm water and 1 glass of iced water, and then table 9 wants ketchup, and table 12 is waiting to order. And then at the same time, we have to take turns to look out for the people at the smoking area, cos the last thing we need is a customer coming up to us complaining they've been waiting for 10 minutes to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is something you must have as a waitress. OK, I'm pretty sure many of you, as customers, have complained when the food comes late. And it's perfectly normal for you to get angry, cos you placed the order half an hour ago and you're hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now see it from a waitress's point of view. The place is packed. We're serving, taking orders, refilling glasses of water, changing ash-trays, clearing tables, non-stop for say, 2 hours? And the kitchen is busy, doing their very best to cook the food as fast as they can. But they can only go so fast, because food has to be cooked properly, if not there will be more complains, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like duh!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;And the orders just keep piling up.&lt;br /&gt;And now imagine, in the midst of all this chaos, we still have to put a smile on our faces, politely apologize when customers start complaining. It's really not easy, but we still do it anyway, cos we understand why you're getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, there are times when I can't help but get annoyed. I mean, seriously, you can see how packed the place is, so be patient a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah!&lt;/span&gt; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, yes, I am glad I'm working at Dome :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1387811698269405764?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1387811698269405764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1387811698269405764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1387811698269405764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1387811698269405764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/03/has-it-been-3-weeks-already.html' title='Has it been 3 weeks already?'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3148910447415409389</id><published>2010-02-25T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:53:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work!</title><content type='html'>THE best part of being a waitress, is without a doubt, getting a huge tip, given to you personally. WOO! Thank you! You made my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S4ZIHMhjFKI/AAAAAAAAAms/iTgNeynUNhA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 404px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S4ZIHMhjFKI/AAAAAAAAAms/iTgNeynUNhA/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442116488182043810" 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/5805580120829079144-3148910447415409389?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3148910447415409389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3148910447415409389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3148910447415409389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3148910447415409389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/02/work.html' title='Work!'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S4ZIHMhjFKI/AAAAAAAAAms/iTgNeynUNhA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4547790841990934388</id><published>2010-02-11T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:43:32.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I call it : THE..erm...theory of life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, seriously! Where do bloggers get the inspiration to blog every single day?! Well, some of them do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really really really rough month and a half for me. Too much pressure, I'm just glad it's all over. Decisions have been made. Everyone's happy. I can finally breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the days, I came up with a little theory that may seem SUPER obvious to many, but I only just figured it out, so be patient with me. Heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, the people who matter the most in your life. These are the people who have stood by you since the very minute you were born, and they aren't going anywhere just yet. There are times when they are going to be hard on you, so hard you'll cry and wonder whatever happened to a little something called MERCY! Ok, maybe not that hard, I'm over-exaggerating, BUT you get my point.  And sure, at that point in time, we get upset, we start hating everything. And when it's all over, you realize that it's what you&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEEDED&lt;/span&gt;. You don't like it, but if them being hard on you is what it takes to get the job done, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends ( And by friends I mean the close ones who you keep in touch with the rest of your life), the people you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CHOOSE &lt;/span&gt;to become close to. These are the people who choose to stand by you. These are the people who choose to care about you. They are never hard on you, but they bring your spirits up when things are down. They help you get through the tough times. They make things look better, easier, happier, than it really is. They give you hope.  I know one thing for sure, every time I go out with a group of friends, I always come back having the biggest smile on my face. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( thank you! you know who you are =] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! My conclusion : Your family gives you what you need, your friends give you what you want. You can't live without either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I was put in a situation where I had to choose between family and friends. Which was the most unfair position you can ever put someone in. No one should ever have to choose between family of friends. And that's why I love each and every person in my life today. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-4547790841990934388?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4547790841990934388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4547790841990934388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4547790841990934388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4547790841990934388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-call-it-theermtheory-of-life.html' title='I call it : THE..erm...theory of life?'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6123142119018556416</id><published>2010-02-03T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:58:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuYsqPWXLTo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuYsqPWXLTo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Lady Gaga to do something dramatic..haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6123142119018556416?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6123142119018556416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6123142119018556416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6123142119018556416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6123142119018556416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/02/gaga.html' title='Gaga'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8092694977298816715</id><published>2010-01-29T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:25:20.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm psychic</title><content type='html'>I'm done with work! Last day of work today. Guess what happened??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this. It's my last day of work, and I'm racing time to finish all my work, cos I won't be going in next week and if I don't finish it, it's just going to end up in the trays for weeks, probably months. And for goodness knows what reason, I thought to myself : 'I wonder what will happen if the door got stuck'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about 10 minutes later.....the door really got stuck. None of us could go out. We were stuck in the office for a good half an hour to 45 minutes. Am I psychic? HAHA! It was definitely pure coincidence, but I like to think I was psychic for 5 seconds. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually pretty funny, cos the maintenance people were trying their best to teach us how to break the knob. It was really confusing. They even had to go to the office next door, take pictures of the door knob, and show us through the window where to find some pin that needed to be pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to end my last day at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8092694977298816715?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8092694977298816715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8092694977298816715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8092694977298816715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8092694977298816715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-psychic.html' title='i&apos;m psychic'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-344788910265041843</id><published>2010-01-28T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:00:18.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many choices</title><content type='html'>It's good to have choices.  With choices come the opportunity to make a decision. An opportunity to live the way you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are times when I just can't stand making decisions!&lt;br /&gt;For example, deciding on what to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well, you'd know how indecisive I am. Since Form 5, which was 3 years ago, I've changed my mind about what I want to do a million times. It's perfectly normal, a lot of people go through the same thing, but it's tiring. Really really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finally decided to do finance. I'm pretty sure this time. I felt so relieved! Like finally! Things will be so easy from now. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to decide, whether I want to do accounting or finance. And there's actually a difference between accounting and accountancy. Then, there's this new thing my mum told me about, Chartered Secretary. So now, I have to make a decision again.&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised, once I've made that decision, I have to decide where I'm going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no end to this huh? Life is really all about choices, and the decisions you make. Which is something I'm going to have to get used to, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-344788910265041843?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/344788910265041843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=344788910265041843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/344788910265041843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/344788910265041843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-many-choices.html' title='So many choices'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8386940536084581079</id><published>2010-01-16T21:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:55:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was all about food for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Taylor's Lakeside Campus Open Day just to see the place. Ended up having free lunch. And it was so good. Especially the dessert. Both my mum and I got so excited the minute we tasted the food. For starters,  there was prawn salad, potato and tuna salad, and 3 other salads ( forgot the names). Then there was roasted chicken with mushroom sauce, sauteed potatoes, dory fish with herb butter sauce. Your mouth watering yet? Oh and there was lamb. WHICH WAS GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And for dessert, there was cake with butter icing, there were small little round blocks of cheesecake which was mouth watering. No seriously, my mouth actually started watering. And the cupcakes!! Carrot cupcakes with the most amazing chocolate icing on top! I regretted eating so much before that. Haha. Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me, so no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pyramid after that. First stop, J.Co, one chocolate doughnut (chocolate again omg)&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around, and ended up at Cupcake chic. I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fatal Attraction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S1rGpTvQAKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/-PCJi0dWo5c/s1600-h/18333_284627513102_586743102_4424237_1186793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S1rGpTvQAKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/-PCJi0dWo5c/s200/18333_284627513102_586743102_4424237_1186793_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429870713723945122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SO GOOD! (again, chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to Fullhouse. Had pasta. I loved the sauce. YUMMYY!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S1rGpr1EUiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/EyG6XA3Hkmc/s1600-h/18333_284627573102_586743102_4424241_810311_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S1rGpr1EUiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/EyG6XA3Hkmc/s200/18333_284627573102_586743102_4424241_810311_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429870720190796322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S1rGp3OomdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/P8L-GrMbvmU/s1600-h/18333_284630093102_586743102_4424246_7920279_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S1rGp3OomdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/P8L-GrMbvmU/s200/18333_284630093102_586743102_4424246_7920279_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429870723250821586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chicken was good as well. Could have been bigger though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't stop there. We then had a chocolate eclair pretzel. YES! CHOCOLATE AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S1rGqIH9VZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qy5ta1QSTLA/s1600-h/18333_284635903102_586743102_4424327_835269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S1rGqIH9VZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qy5ta1QSTLA/s200/18333_284635903102_586743102_4424327_835269_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429870727786222994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I had a good time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've come to a conclusion about something. Chocolates really do make me happy, no matter what the occasion.  I've always loved chocs, and I tend to eat a lot of it whenever I'm feeling down. But I never really believed that it can make people happy(chocolates supposedly trigger the release of the 'happy hormone')  Now I know it's true, for me at least :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to go on a diet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ARjfU75k9I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ARjfU75k9I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8386940536084581079?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8386940536084581079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8386940536084581079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8386940536084581079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8386940536084581079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/01/food.html' title='FOOD'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/S1rGpTvQAKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/-PCJi0dWo5c/s72-c/18333_284627513102_586743102_4424237_1186793_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7409145199301795745</id><published>2010-01-14T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:32:33.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all mad in our own way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Who's to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Who's to say the problems should just go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Who's to point a finger at what's not understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Because, we're all mad in our own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Colours paint the grey away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Different people all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We're all mad in our own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fill the sky with different shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Read the story on each page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my 2nd week at work, and it's really not as bad as I expected. I have actually learned quite a bit. I've seen what goes on in a finance office, I kind of understand how things work.&lt;br /&gt;But the hours! Working 9 to 6 everyday is tiring! It really takes time getting used to that kind of hours. By the end of the first week, the only thing you want to do is sit and do nothing. But I'm getting a bit used to it now, so it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't hate waking up so early, for now. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7409145199301795745?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7409145199301795745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7409145199301795745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7409145199301795745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7409145199301795745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-all-mad-in-our-own-way.html' title='We&apos;re all mad in our own way'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-5168092841901579284</id><published>2010-01-08T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:48:48.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame street</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGohKgNOXnU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGohKgNOXnU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! i like the part where elmo sings to the bass. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-5168092841901579284?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/5168092841901579284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=5168092841901579284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5168092841901579284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5168092841901579284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/01/sesame-street.html' title='Sesame street'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8613714333560061258</id><published>2010-01-04T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:27:55.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited? Nervous?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be my first day at work! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work at INTI. Yes, good ol' INTI.  Going to be working at the finance office. Not sure what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt good to go back to college today. Familiar grounds. Met up with people whom I haven't seen in a month! Yeay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8613714333560061258?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8613714333560061258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8613714333560061258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8613714333560061258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8613714333560061258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/01/excited-nervous.html' title='Excited? Nervous?'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2322472962238893252</id><published>2010-01-01T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:01:12.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Today I realized that my mechanical pencil doubles as a pen. I literally fell off my bed in excitement. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today while snowboarding, I heard someone make a braking noise as they stopped at the bottom of the slope. Expecting to see a kid, laughed when I turned and saw it was an older woman. She shrugged and said, "What? Sound effects are completely necessary." MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today, we were drawing food chains in biology class. I drew grass, then an arrow pointing to a unicorn, then another one to Voldemort. Genius? Yes. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today, I went on a first date and thought we were just going to watch a movie. We did, but my date also included making chocolate-chip cookies and a pillow fight. We're both in our twenties and he attends military school. He's a keeper for sure. MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-A while ago, I wrote a two-page paper due eighth period during my seventh period study hall. The topic? Procrastination. MLIA     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Last night, I was quietly walking upstairs to go to bed when I overheard a conversation in my parents room. My dad asked "Do you wanna go? Real quick" to which my mom replied "But the kids are still up". I looked in the room to find my dad setting up 2 PacMan controllers that I've never seen in my life. We stayed up all night playing. I love my parents. MLIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-This Thanksgiving break I saw New moon with the girls in the family (I am a girl). We jokingly asked the guys if they wanted to come see it and they responded that they wouldn't because it was a chick flick. We came home to find them watching The Proposal. MLIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Today my mom was telling me how my dog was stupid. Her dog ran by and slid into a wall. MLIA     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now officially hooked to mylifeisaverage.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2322472962238893252?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2322472962238893252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2322472962238893252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2322472962238893252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2322472962238893252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/01/mlia.html' title='MLIA'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8398353847183201568</id><published>2010-01-01T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:21:50.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say bye to 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;=D&lt;/span&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/5805580120829079144-8398353847183201568?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8398353847183201568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8398353847183201568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8398353847183201568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8398353847183201568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-bye-to-2009.html' title='Say bye to 2009'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1507983177790767748</id><published>2009-12-31T12:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:10:58.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirque Du Freak</title><content type='html'>When I first heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cirque Du Freak &lt;/span&gt;was out, I was super excited. I remember a few years back I read all 6 books, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cirque Du Freak&lt;/span&gt; being the first book. Darren Shan did a really good job. I used to be hooked to the books, it was full of adventure and action. And I loved the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I was having doubts. I kept hoping and hoping that the movie does the book justice. And then I heard the storyline in the movie is different. My reaction? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyy??! Why couldn't they stick to the original storyline??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I watched the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzSqfQt-JWM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzSqfQt-JWM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell they changed the whole thing. In the book, he wasn't ASKED if he wanted to become a vampire, he didn't SMILE AND SAY YES. He was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; to. If he didn't, he would have lost his friend. And in the book he didn't exactly enjoy being a vampire. Based on what I watched, it looks like he's having the time of his life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't remember him coming out from a coffin. Goodness knows what else they changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, there seem to be a few good reviews about the movie, a handful of bad reviews as well, but at least there are some good ones, so I guess there is still hope left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1507983177790767748?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1507983177790767748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1507983177790767748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1507983177790767748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1507983177790767748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/12/cirque-du-freak.html' title='Cirque Du Freak'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-316624896906973930</id><published>2009-12-28T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:38:25.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of food and decisions</title><content type='html'>My holidays have been very eventful. Week after week I was either going somewhere or there were people staying with us. I enjoyed it. And yes, my holidays were mostly about good food and making decisions about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ipoh food! The butter fish! The special taufu! The home-made pizzas! The fried chicken! THE COFFEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I made chocolate fudge! Hell yeah. It turned out awesome. And it's super easy to make. Although, I think I should go easy on the condensed milk the next I make fudge.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SzilInTtIsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9hb4uNg8sHs/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SzilInTtIsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9hb4uNg8sHs/s200/DSC00314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420263718949561026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swensen's burgers are good! AND THE BANANA CRUMBLE DESSERT!! SO NICE!&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for more burgers with huge patties, and french fries, and   pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;If I keep this up I'll be round by the end of next month -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, 2009 is about to come to and end, and 2010 is just around the corner. I wonder what surprises 2010 has waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading about Financial Planning. Imagine being the one in charge of giving suggestions on how the company should spend their money, being the one who suggests budgets for projects, the one who manages the company's money with the help of the accountant. Sounds interesting no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-316624896906973930?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/316624896906973930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=316624896906973930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/316624896906973930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/316624896906973930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-food-and-decisions.html' title='Of food and decisions'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SzilInTtIsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9hb4uNg8sHs/s72-c/DSC00314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-37542885367778945</id><published>2009-12-09T05:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:01:19.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Holidays</title><content type='html'>Looks like I won't be blogging for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are turning out to be fun. Really fun. Everyday there is something new happening. And it just goes on and on. One thing ends and the very next day something else starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to do my own things, at my own time, sitting at my own desk, in front of my own computer, or reading in my own bed, or going out and doing the things I want to do every now and then. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have a break from this really hectic holiday please? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-37542885367778945?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/37542885367778945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=37542885367778945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/37542885367778945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/37542885367778945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/12/hectic-holidays.html' title='Hectic Holidays'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-5956491233715853960</id><published>2009-12-06T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:42:22.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh like you've never laughed before</title><content type='html'>Who knew Subang Parade could be so much fun?! At first we were just walking around trying to pass time. And then we decided to go to MPH and read a bit. Then I saw Toys R Us. And I thought why not go there? The worst that could happen is we walk out unsatisfied and just go to MPH. Little did I know we would have so much fun. We were the biggest kids there. Pressing all the buttons that said 'Try Me!' The toys they come up with nowadays! There was this robot dog, that had a screen for a face. Basically you talk to it, and command it to do things. First we said 'shake hands',  and it's little robotic paw moved up and down. And then we said 'munch', and the little mouth on the screen started munching and we could see food crumbs falling out, as if it was really eating something. SO COOL! There were guns! And masks that would change voices! And so many more. We were laughing so hard by the time we got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw the arcade. Even more fun. Shooting is so fun! I lasted the longest. HA! I so rule shooting. Haha. I lost at racing though :(&lt;br /&gt;And you know that game where you have to whack the target with a hammer real hard and see what your score is. One of us reset the high score! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played badminton. We were kinda just playing as fast as we could cos the clouds were getting really dark and the wind was so strong. 2 minutes into the game, and I slipped and fell into the mud. I'm such a clutz. Got mud all over my pants. And we were practically screaming at each other cos we couldn't hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for dinner at Sumo. Awesome food. I think we laughed more than we ate though. We laughed at the truck. We laughed at the picture. We laughed at the puffer fish. And from plotting how to steal the chopsticks, we went to planning how to break open the boat, and then thought it would be better to just steal it. Then it went on to us thinking why not just steal the whole table, the picture, the boat, the chopsticks, the mug, the puffer fish, load it all up into the truck and drive off before anyone sees. This may not sound funny to you, but we were laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. And then we joked that they probably wanted us out of the shop quick, they might just let us walk out for free. So we called for the bill. You should have seen the look on the waitress' face and heard the way she said " Oh yes yes!" HAHAHAHA.  And yes of course we paid. And no we didn't steal anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-5956491233715853960?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/5956491233715853960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=5956491233715853960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5956491233715853960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5956491233715853960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/12/laugh-like-youve-never-laughed-before.html' title='Laugh like you&apos;ve never laughed before'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3298287774205909541</id><published>2009-12-04T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:26:27.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why must the good times past so fast?</title><content type='html'>My cousin just recently got married. Congratulations Geetha and Raj!&lt;br /&gt;The family is now bigger :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the eldest girl among us cousins. It feels weird knowing she's married now, and one day will have a family of her own. She grew up so fast! *sniffs* HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only attended Punjabi weddings on the grooms side. And I used to think it was very complicated! The wedding would go on for 2 or 3 days. And all the relatives would stay over weeks before the wedding, busy with the preparation.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Did you know that for the bride's side, the wedding goes on for FOUR days! There are so many more traditions! Yes very tiring, but SO MUCH fun :D&lt;br /&gt;I remember we were all really tired even before the wedding, everyone was wondering how we were going to get through the week, and before we knew it the wedding was over, and no one felt a thing. That's how much fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have no pictures yet. Didn't take the camera cos I knew I wouldn't really have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like for a while you didnt really know your family well, and all it took was just one function to realize that you get along with them really well and have a lot to talk about like you've known each other for years? I have, and I'm loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-3298287774205909541?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3298287774205909541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3298287774205909541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3298287774205909541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3298287774205909541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-cousin-just-recently-got-married.html' title='Why must the good times past so fast?'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7570377408002920955</id><published>2009-11-28T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:59:36.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness I am soo tired. It's been a really really really busy one week. It was fun though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a chocolate brownie with either a toffee nut or mocha praline frap :D&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for a movie&lt;br /&gt;I want subway&lt;br /&gt;I want MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;I want to lepak and talk about anything whether or not it makes sense, just like how this post doesn't make any sense. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7570377408002920955?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7570377408002920955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7570377408002920955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7570377408002920955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7570377408002920955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8445283804581441234</id><published>2009-11-21T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:18:11.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like that</title><content type='html'>One and a half years just flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, a chapter of my life ends, and a new one starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy, but I don't want this chapter to ever end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird not having to go to college anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird not having to think of what to eat.&lt;br /&gt;It had all become a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until today I still haven't had the "market burger"!!! Someone take me soon please! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I shall end my random post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8445283804581441234?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8445283804581441234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8445283804581441234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8445283804581441234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8445283804581441234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6919310130358601438</id><published>2009-11-16T21:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:24:17.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SwFVx6F4XRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GAib5DpEh0I/s1600/2012_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SwFVx6F4XRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GAib5DpEh0I/s400/2012_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404695343717178642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think of this movie? SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;POST AHEAD CONTAINS SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,  first things first. I LOVED THE MOVIE! Just how good was it? I could feel my heart pumping during so many scenes. Every minute was just so intense, I find myself forgetting the fact that I am in a cinema. Then again, this is just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie. The movie did freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-files.gather.com/images/d978/d984/d745/d224/d96/f3/full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 306px;" src="http://media-files.gather.com/images/d978/d984/d745/d224/d96/f3/full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The huge earthquakes, so big that Africa moved all the way to Wisconsin. (or was it the other way around?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/zz2b3db644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/zz2b3db644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volcano eruptions so massive that the whole of Hawaii was on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bowjamesbow.ca/images/2012-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://bowjamesbow.ca/images/2012-movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sea was so high, they came practically face to face with the peak of the Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But towards the end, everything just sorta fell to place. OK, not EVERYTHING fell to place, but it was a happy ending nonetheless. It plays with your mind though. Keeps you thinking for a loong looong time. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6919310130358601438?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6919310130358601438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6919310130358601438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6919310130358601438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6919310130358601438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SwFVx6F4XRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GAib5DpEh0I/s72-c/2012_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6802739119562636123</id><published>2009-11-14T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:03:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ bazaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovebazaar.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feezee.com/ryldesigns/images/Banner-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Helooooo shoppers!! The end year holiday is near and we organizers of I ♥ Bazaar by RylDesigns would like to invite you to our upcoming bazaar of the following details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Date: 5th &amp;amp; 6th of December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Time: 12 noon till 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Venue: Indoor, 1st Floor, The 19 USJ City Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(formerly Known as D19ital Mall, USJ 19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We are targeting approximately 50 vendors selling various items from clothes to bags, accessories, shoes, books, second hand items, artwork, leather work, knick knacks, swimwear, souvenirs, cupcakes, cookies etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Do visit our site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.ilovebazaar.net/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.ilovebazaar.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  for more information on the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going so make sure you'll go! Even if it's for a short while. There's going to be a lot of things on sale so you're not going to lose out on anything. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in between do visit &lt;a href="http://ryldesigns.feezee.com/"&gt;RylDesigns&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME OK! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6802739119562636123?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6802739119562636123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6802739119562636123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6802739119562636123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6802739119562636123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-bazaar.html' title='I ♥ bazaar'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8263756144444644405</id><published>2009-11-12T20:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:27:20.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>YES I AM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No my exams are not done...YET. I have one more paper to go and THEN I will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CHEMISTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELL YEAH! (to those of you who are wondering, yes I hated chemistry the most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 or 4 months have been a real roller coaster ride. There were so many happy moments, stressed moments, laugh out loud moments, frustrating moments. But it's all over!!! A part of me is overjoyed beyond belief. Yet a part of me wants this to go on forever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one and a half years, I have changed in so many ways, yet I am still me, if that makes any sense. My taste for just about anything has changed. Yet my perceptions have not. I've definitely become more independent. I'm one step closer to finding myself. The one thing that has not changed though, is that I have yet to decide what I want. But I'm getting there. I'm not as lost as before, so I guess that's good. I should be making a decision soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably been the best one and a half years I have had so far. Friendships were made, memories were made, all of which I will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SvwRK5ByttI/AAAAAAAAAkY/VFJVVrQKEAs/s1600-h/5460_122118477970_732122970_2440064_4304579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SvwRK5ByttI/AAAAAAAAAkY/VFJVVrQKEAs/s320/5460_122118477970_732122970_2440064_4304579_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403212531742455506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;With all of you,  there was never a dull moment. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm going to miss everything.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;except for the studying, of course. Haha. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Thinking of making a slideshow of all our pictures, just to make each of you all teary and emotional. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**to those who still have a few more papers to sit for, go all out for it!! Before you know it you'll be done, and free like me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! Season 1 of 'How I Met Your Mother' was so good! Why oh why is season 2 taking forever to download!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8263756144444644405?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8263756144444644405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8263756144444644405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8263756144444644405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8263756144444644405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SvwRK5ByttI/AAAAAAAAAkY/VFJVVrQKEAs/s72-c/5460_122118477970_732122970_2440064_4304579_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-5639266975716311438</id><published>2009-08-02T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:01:27.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic</title><content type='html'>One of his best songs. Dirty Diana. There are a few mistakes with the lyrics, couldn't find a better video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0d47vo6g6ac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0d47vo6g6ac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Diana, nah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Diana, nah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Diana, nah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Diana, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;epic&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-5639266975716311438?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/5639266975716311438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=5639266975716311438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5639266975716311438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5639266975716311438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/08/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7349711684250662747</id><published>2009-07-29T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:13:34.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pencil is balding</title><content type='html'>You know your pencil is seasoned when.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SnBY7J7GP0I/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZDogoREBOfE/s1600-h/balding+penciledit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SnBY7J7GP0I/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZDogoREBOfE/s320/balding+penciledit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363884929497579330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......the rubber on the side is peeling as if it's brittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor poor pencil    :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7349711684250662747?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7349711684250662747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7349711684250662747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7349711684250662747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7349711684250662747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-pencil-is-balding.html' title='My pencil is balding'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SnBY7J7GP0I/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZDogoREBOfE/s72-c/balding+penciledit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8869828071888299714</id><published>2009-07-21T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:07:17.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystical Illusion</title><content type='html'>Ever had feelings that you couldn't describe, which then made you confused, and the confusion plus your feelings just made you feel lousy in a way? And you have no mood for anything? Your parents ask you what you want for dinner, but you don't even feel like having dinner. You're listening to your songs on the computer, and you suddenly hate ALL the songs. Not even one song satisfies you. So you open your book and try to do something useful, but you can't get anything right in Maths, and there are too many words in chemistry. Gosh, I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was good. It wasn't great, but it was still good. The food was good. The desserts! Quite heavenly, especially the mousse. Ahhhhh, I feel good just thinking about it. Haha! Yes I'm a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;And we were sitting right in front of the dessert table. :D&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti carbonara and the lamb was good too. My only complain is there was no water. Only orange juice. NO WATER. What were they thinking!&lt;br /&gt;I think the highlight of the night, for me anyway, was the number of pictures we took. I can safely say, that before prom, I have never taken that many pictures in ONE night. And and, all pictures turned out nice :D&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was definitely way better than my high school prom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8869828071888299714?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8869828071888299714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8869828071888299714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8869828071888299714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8869828071888299714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/07/ever-had-feeling.html' title='Mystical Illusion'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-220241621842288124</id><published>2009-07-11T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:39:51.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeay! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~I'm so happy! Oh so happy!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a very long day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to I-don't-know-how-many boutiques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around for about 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a dress after 3 hours, 50% off. Good bargain, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost ONE SIDE of my earrings. Great. I think it fell off in one of the dressing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around for another......2....maybe 3 hours? Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of black heels after 2/3 hours. Finally! Been wanting one for ages. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-220241621842288124?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/220241621842288124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=220241621842288124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/220241621842288124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/220241621842288124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeay.html' title='Yeay! :)'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3776915660124808439</id><published>2009-07-04T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:47:35.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star wars according to a 3 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is so cute! I love the way she says Obi Kenobi. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-3776915660124808439?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3776915660124808439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3776915660124808439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3776915660124808439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3776915660124808439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/07/star-wars-according-to-3year-old.html' title='Star wars according to a 3 year old'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-5060614567373157552</id><published>2009-07-02T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:08:52.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgraded</title><content type='html'>I now have a new MP3! Thanks to my awesome friends! WOO! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkzAYpO9CbI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/a029hV8NZOw/s1600-h/sony-walkman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkzAYpO9CbI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/a029hV8NZOw/s320/sony-walkman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353865586654644658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to take really good care of it!!! So that it won't end up like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkzAY-Cw9aI/AAAAAAAAAjY/HYs5npeoVHM/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkzAY-Cw9aI/AAAAAAAAAjY/HYs5npeoVHM/s320/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353865592240666018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkzAZabyaLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Gpm_TzA4nRM/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkzAZabyaLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Gpm_TzA4nRM/s320/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353865599861811378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah! Ehh, in my defense, I've had it since form 3. And after all the drops and scratches, it still played songs well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much! I love the new one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for making this year's birthday a memorable one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love S1!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-5060614567373157552?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/5060614567373157552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=5060614567373157552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5060614567373157552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5060614567373157552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/07/upgraded.html' title='Upgraded'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkzAYpO9CbI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/a029hV8NZOw/s72-c/sony-walkman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2300099517833882124</id><published>2009-06-29T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:22:51.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lapanteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;18 'til I die, a little bit of this, a little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Little bit of everything, got you out on track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; It's not how you look, it's what you feel inside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care when I don't need to know why&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 'til I die, 18 'til I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It sure feels good to be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; 18 'til I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*part of the lyrics to 18 'til I die by Bryan Adams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm officially 18. Happy Birthday to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkjL4o8oKbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0lwnz4QXJmA/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkjL4o8oKbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0lwnz4QXJmA/s320/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352752331054655922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big big thank you to all who wished me. THANK YOU! Love ya'll :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2300099517833882124?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2300099517833882124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2300099517833882124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2300099517833882124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2300099517833882124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/06/lapanteen.html' title='Lapanteen'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkjL4o8oKbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0lwnz4QXJmA/s72-c/DSC00084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1444233932295568377</id><published>2009-06-28T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:54:54.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not 2, but 3</title><content type='html'>My nose has 3 holes. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did it. I pierced my nose. I actually pierced my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PAIN! OMG! It's like at that point all I could feel was pain, all I could think of was pain. The guy pierced my nose with a needle, not with the gun thing. So that freaked me out at first, but my mum managed to convince me that it wasn't going to hurt. So I sat on the chair, hands all sweaty, closed my eyes, and then the guy sprayed some cooling thing and then he pierced my nose with a needle. Damn it really hurt. And it continued to hurt for the next hour or so. It did hurt when I yawned, when I smiled, even when I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the pain is gone, so yeay! I'm so happy! I pierced my nose. WOO :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkdNv8XQQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/X0RQ_DHhMAY/s1600-h/nose+piercingedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkdNv8XQQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/X0RQ_DHhMAY/s320/nose+piercingedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352332168205976546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mum : Thank you for being there. Thank you for holding my hand. (Hope I didn't squeeze it too hard .... hahahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dad : Thank you for driving me allll the way there JUST so I could add another hole to my nose. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : my babe is coming back on the 4th! SOOO excited! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1444233932295568377?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1444233932295568377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1444233932295568377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1444233932295568377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1444233932295568377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-2-but-3.html' title='Not 2, but 3'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SkdNv8XQQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/X0RQ_DHhMAY/s72-c/nose+piercingedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-5289827949023464159</id><published>2009-06-26T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:09:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWq1uMJOA1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWq1uMJOA1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC1TTz2bMmM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC1TTz2bMmM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-5289827949023464159?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/5289827949023464159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=5289827949023464159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5289827949023464159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5289827949023464159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/06/pop-legend.html' title='Pop legend'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-979731010614261249</id><published>2009-06-25T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:16:59.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember...</title><content type='html'>Little Lulu?? Oh my gosh this cartoon is so old! &lt;br /&gt;Memories weh. HAHAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bs4W9on9N98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bs4W9on9N98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-979731010614261249?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/979731010614261249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=979731010614261249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/979731010614261249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/979731010614261249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember.html' title='Remember...'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2665925192511341224</id><published>2009-06-17T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:42:26.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dreams are always weird. I can never make any sense of it. And my dreams change every second. One minute I'm being chased in a forest, next minute I'm at some place that is supposedly my house...and the rest of the dream is a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in a car chase, and then next minute I was in college doing something or other. And then it changed again. I could see myself lying down on my bed. In the dream, I was trying to wake up, but my eyes couldn't open. I tried to move my hands, but couldn't. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn't. I could not move my body at all. It was as though I was paralyzed.  And then, somehow, my mind confused reality with my dream, and for a moment there, I really thought that it wasn't just a dream. I could actually feel myself struggling to move. I could feel myself trying to say something. I tried and tried really hard to open my eyes. I could feel my heart pumping. I thought I would never move again. Right at that moment, my dog barked outside, and I woke up. My heart was beating so hard. I have never felt so relieved to feel my fingers move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, quite silly, cos why would I be paralyzed, not like I was in an accident or anything. But at that very moment, the feelings were so real. I could actually hear my mum walking in and out of the room in my dream. It just all felt so real. It really spooked me out, I'm still spooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2665925192511341224?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2665925192511341224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2665925192511341224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2665925192511341224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2665925192511341224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dreams-are-always-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1940637389828944884</id><published>2009-06-14T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:29:30.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate makes me happyyyyy</title><content type='html'>The holidays just came to an end :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I spend my holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I watched movies! And I have come to the conclusion that all movies about dogs make me cry. I cried watching Hotel for Dogs, and I definitely cried watching Marley &amp;amp; Me. And when I say cry, I mean cry until my eyes get all swollen. HAHA! Even A Walk to Remember didn't make me cry that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went out window-shopping! I definitely prefer window-shopping than actual shopping. Why? Because I don't like wasting money. And, normally without my mum around, I tend to buy unnecessary stuff and the feel guilty about it later. SOO, I only shop with my mum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I went for a BBQ!!! The food was so good, especially the fish balls and sotong balls and corn.  Cos I grilled it :D&lt;br /&gt; Ehhhh whatever i cooked finished in like 2 minutes. See, I can cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went for free buffet. OK it wasn't exactly free la, had to pay RM7. Soo cheap. The food was so-so. The company was the best. We ate so much chocolate!! Seriously, I think chocolate really has some hormone that makes you happy. We were all laughing like mad people over the smallest thing. Ben made me laugh so hard that when i was trying to put peanuts into my ais-kacang bowl, it all fell into the syrup bowl. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time ever it was kind of torture to laugh. I was so full that everytime I laughed my chest hurt. So everytime something funny happened my reaction would be : HAHAHA oh hell that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I must say that it's been a good 4 days break.&lt;br /&gt;Argh why must we start college tomorrow??? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I love my friends :D so so so so so so much. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1940637389828944884?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1940637389828944884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1940637389828944884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1940637389828944884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1940637389828944884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/06/chocolate-makes-me-happyyyyy.html' title='Chocolate makes me happyyyyy'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6485997327516587191</id><published>2009-06-10T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:00:18.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half the battle has been won</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the longest 4 weeks ever. No scratch that, it's been the longest 2 months. It seriously felt like the exams were never going to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And it's finally over. I have 4 days. FOUR DAYS to relax. No more worrying about the next paper. No more rushing to SOSAM office to study. It feels soo good to be able to finally breathe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for my movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Time  to do some catching up :)&lt;br /&gt;Time for some window shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6485997327516587191?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6485997327516587191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6485997327516587191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6485997327516587191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6485997327516587191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/06/half-battle-has-been-won.html' title='half the battle has been won'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4393134580988961635</id><published>2009-05-31T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:31:52.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a crazy thing</title><content type='html'>OK  I really should be studying. And I am, just that I'm listening to songs in between and I found this song by James Morrison and I just had to share it with everyone. The lyrics are so true. So much has been going on lately, this is exactly the song I needed to hear. James Morrison is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nxpRYAtxQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nxpRYAtxQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;I promise to properly update after the 10th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-4393134580988961635?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4393134580988961635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4393134580988961635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4393134580988961635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4393134580988961635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-crazy-thing.html' title='Life is a crazy thing'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2907562230373554517</id><published>2009-05-29T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:20:37.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sweet reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":3b" class="ii gt"&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sometimes we just need to be  reminded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding  up a $20.00 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like  this $20 bill?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hands started going up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of  you, but first, let me do this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar  bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked, "Who still wants it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Still the hands were up in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, he replied, "What if I do this?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And he dropped it on the ground and started to  grind it into the floor with his shoe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Now, who still wants it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Still the hands went into the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My friends, we have all learned a very valuable  lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No matter what I did to the money, you still  wanted it because it did not decrease in value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It was still worth $20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Many times in our lives, we are dropped,  crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the  circumstances that come our way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We feel as though we are worthless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But no matter what has happened or what will  happen, you will never lose your value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you  are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or  who we know, but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You are special - Don't EVER forget  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Count your blessings, not your problems.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And remember: amateurs built the ark.  Professionals built the Titanic. If God brings you to it - He will bring you  through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5805580120829079144-2907562230373554517?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2907562230373554517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2907562230373554517' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2907562230373554517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2907562230373554517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-reminder.html' title='a sweet reminder'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2495500186746147947</id><published>2009-05-14T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:12:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down</title><content type='html'>7 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a little break in between all the stress. The week seriously flew by for me. Like one day it was Monday and the suddenly I wake up and its a Sunday morning. Like seriously, where did the rest of the days of the week go????? The only other day that wasn't a blur for me was Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, college seems waaaay packed now. Its like a good thousand students registered for the recent intake. OK I'm exaggerating, but you get my point right? Now it takes a good 10 minutes for the lift to come down, and when it does people rush in and you find yourself waiting another 10 minutes for the next lift. There goes 20 minutes of your day. Sheesh. But it doesn't end there. The lift then stops at every single floor. Even the 2nd floor!!! Take the stairs&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;!!! Exercise a bit. Save the people who really need to use the lift some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, ever noticed how babies get excited everytime they see or experience something new? To them even discovering a new corner of the house can become a highlight-of-the-day kinda thing. The smile on their face when they find that new corner, or when you show them a new tune, it makes me smile from ear to ear as well. Yesterday was fun. Filled with words like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;rememer&lt;/span&gt; (remember),  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mi-ne mose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Mickey Mouse)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yehan&lt;/span&gt; (Jehan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2495500186746147947?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2495500186746147947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2495500186746147947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2495500186746147947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2495500186746147947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-down.html' title='1 down'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1017975799867111966</id><published>2009-05-01T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:32:09.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 more days</title><content type='html'>12.more.days. First paper on the 13th. The only thing on my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;But, it also feels good to know that, in a way, this is only for another month, and then I get to breathe for about a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends have been really great support&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Random &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; ~|SpRiNg|~ : We will survive - Specially to Anu =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*Spring's MSN name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survive we will :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1017975799867111966?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1017975799867111966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1017975799867111966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1017975799867111966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1017975799867111966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-more-days.html' title='12 more days'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1220752335400162463</id><published>2009-04-25T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:06:04.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to feel the wind</title><content type='html'>The heat really got to me today. The whole day, I've either been feeling irritated for no reason, or getting annoyed at little things, or having bad headaches which then makes me feel all annoyed again. Stupid heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I had the sudden urge to watch the other contestants on Britain's Got Talent. The one video that has been circulating the most these past few days is Susan Boyle's audition. She wow-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;So I watched a few other auditions, and I must say, Britain has definitely got talents. Yeap, they're ALL talented to me. Watching the videos seriously made my day. I was smiling the whole , I dunno, hour? 2 hours maybe. There's Susan Boyle, Shaheen Jafargholi, Good Evans (singing family), Stavros Flatly, Flawless. These are just a few names on the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my mum showed me another video. This one is one I think everyone should watch. Its kinda like a wake-up call to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy watching :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1220752335400162463?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1220752335400162463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1220752335400162463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1220752335400162463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1220752335400162463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/04/heat-really-got-to-me-today.html' title='I want to feel the wind'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7635684583690550915</id><published>2009-04-18T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:42:54.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>born to be wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Get your motor runnin'&lt;br /&gt;Head out on the highway&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for adventure&lt;br /&gt;And whatever comes our way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Darlin' go make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Take the world in a love embrace&lt;br /&gt;Fire all of your guns at once&lt;br /&gt;And explode into space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like smoke and lightning&lt;br /&gt;Heavy metal thunder&lt;br /&gt;Racin' with the wind&lt;br /&gt;And the feelin' that I'm under&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Darlin' go make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Take the world in a love embrace&lt;br /&gt;Fire all of your guns at once&lt;br /&gt;And explode into space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a true nature's child&lt;br /&gt;We were born, born to be wild&lt;br /&gt;We can climb so high&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born to be wild&lt;br /&gt;Born to be wild &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Adam Lambert is amazing. He can sing any song. He can change a few parts here and there and make it his own. I think he has an amazing style. So what if he's gay? ( or so the media claims)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He can sing! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Born to be wi-i-i-ld &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7635684583690550915?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7635684583690550915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7635684583690550915' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7635684583690550915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7635684583690550915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/04/born-to-be-wild.html' title='born to be wild'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2038669504217601605</id><published>2009-04-08T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:44:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything feels like a chore</title><content type='html'>Great, my blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS exams are in 1 months time. I would be lying if I said I don't feel the pressure. I would be lying if I said I am 100% confident. I would be lying if I said it is a joyride. Any fool would know it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you were sick of studying? That you would love to take a life-long break? Ever wondered what the purpose of all this is? I have. I'm not doubting anything, I'm just tired of everything. I do know that it isn't exactly the right time to get tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin asked me the other day : " Now that you've made a decision for your future, how do you motivate yourself?" At that time, I just shrugged, cos I myself did not know the answer to that question. It got me wondering though, and now that I think about it, I guess it's my way of proving to myself that I can do whatever I want. It's my way of proving to myself, that no matter what, I can get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Where there is a will, there is a way, always. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;am the reason I'm still doing this. I keep myself going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really make much sense huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO THIS! GAMBATE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I've just discovered the wonderful sounds of Skillet. They're actually a Christian band. I was shocked when Carissa told me. It kinda explains why they're not so popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-off to motivate myself  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2038669504217601605?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2038669504217601605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2038669504217601605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2038669504217601605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2038669504217601605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-everything-feels-like-chore.html' title='when everything feels like a chore'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4324878790106349417</id><published>2009-03-30T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:04:34.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another video</title><content type='html'>OK I'm fully aware that my previous posts, have all been videos, and there's going to be another video in this post. Sorry la, I don't have anything to post about. More like I don't have time for anything but studies, so instead of posting about A-Levels, which will most definitely bore everyone, including me, I've taken to posting the videos that I've come to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is an interview on the Jimmy Kimmel Live show. And the guest is none other than Dev Patel, the star from Slumdog Millionaire. I cannot emphasize enough how much I enjoyed this movie. OMG I LOVED IT!!!. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was a pleasant surprise for me to see how different he is in real life. I mean sure I didn't expect him to be depressed as he acted in the movie, but this...this is sooooo different.&lt;br /&gt;He's so funny!  I literally laughed out loud watching this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2IWxdjja7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2IWxdjja7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  CANNOT  WAIT  FOR  AS  TO  BE  OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-4324878790106349417?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4324878790106349417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4324878790106349417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4324878790106349417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4324878790106349417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/03/yet-another-video.html' title='yet another video'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6757811052045259131</id><published>2009-03-19T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:39:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you going to finish strong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6ddfb682df04168c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ddfb682df04168c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330023746%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C43DC7EFF7BE018993691EA4E22D095ED342E76.7EDFF8F2E674201411436EC94A8E54661AC3B64C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ddfb682df04168c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvGgaem9s0RXywE8uN1xPGGZZq0U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ddfb682df04168c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330023746%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C43DC7EFF7BE018993691EA4E22D095ED342E76.7EDFF8F2E674201411436EC94A8E54661AC3B64C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ddfb682df04168c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvGgaem9s0RXywE8uN1xPGGZZq0U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! To those out there who always argue with me, I think this video just proved that, truly, NOTHING is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6757811052045259131?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6ddfb682df04168c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6757811052045259131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6757811052045259131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6757811052045259131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6757811052045259131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-going-to-finish-strong.html' title='Are you going to finish strong?'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4416343725696227604</id><published>2009-03-16T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:53:43.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I like youtube</title><content type='html'>This guy is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVzeU39zVE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVzeU39zVE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't exactly blow me away, but it was still good. I mean come on, how many of you can do what he just did? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin went to the doctor today. He's 7. The doctor wanted to do a blood test and he got scared. So the doctor told him it will only feel like an ant bite.&lt;br /&gt;To which my cousin replied " Red ant or black ant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH! SOOOO CUUUUTEE!!!!!!! I can imagine him with his chubbiness and cute little shy face saying that. HAHA! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-4416343725696227604?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4416343725696227604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4416343725696227604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4416343725696227604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4416343725696227604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-like-youtube.html' title='Why I like youtube'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6333182307976699670</id><published>2009-03-07T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:50:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GreenEvolution</title><content type='html'>Everyone was wearing green. Made Amanda so happy. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have the time to talk about it, so I'll just post up some pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr7_TpLBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zgw9V4p12FE/s1600-h/DSC02613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr7_TpLBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zgw9V4p12FE/s320/DSC02613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310425588973513746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Panda! Hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr8xtZtDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/pxYw4_wyJYc/s1600-h/DSC02646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr8xtZtDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/pxYw4_wyJYc/s320/DSC02646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310425602503324722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! This is what happens when you put 2 crazy people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr8i5XhNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sxKJ8mk4dpQ/s1600-h/DSC02641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr8i5XhNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sxKJ8mk4dpQ/s320/DSC02641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310425598526981330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bing-the-model and me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr8WDHmtI/AAAAAAAAAho/enkoZoWxtnQ/s1600-h/DSC02632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr8WDHmtI/AAAAAAAAAho/enkoZoWxtnQ/s320/DSC02632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310425595078220498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kash and me. I jantung you!! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr8BrlF7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/qqzMOnWdias/s1600-h/DSC02630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr8BrlF7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/qqzMOnWdias/s320/DSC02630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310425589610780594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joelle! Hope you're feeling better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTMsRjELACU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTMsRjELACU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41, Switchfoot and Avenged Sevenfold are now 24/7 playing on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shin ying, go download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with A-Levels, and am going to be busy until mid-June, so there won't be any proper updates soon. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6333182307976699670?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6333182307976699670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6333182307976699670' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6333182307976699670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6333182307976699670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/03/greenevolution.html' title='GreenEvolution'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SbJr7_TpLBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zgw9V4p12FE/s72-c/DSC02613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1034294675993570449</id><published>2009-02-28T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:59:20.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work like you don't need the money,&lt;br /&gt;Love like you've never been hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Dance like nobody's watching,&lt;br /&gt;Sing like nobody's listening,&lt;br /&gt;Live like it's Heaven on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time in life where you realise that no matter what is happening, good or bad, you've gotta make the best of everything, and LIVE, because hey, we all know life is too short to sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:36;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1034294675993570449?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1034294675993570449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1034294675993570449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1034294675993570449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1034294675993570449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-like-you-dont-need-money-love-like.html' title=''/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8047360512693514001</id><published>2009-02-22T12:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:53:05.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip down memory lane</title><content type='html'>Many people collect things. I know of people who collect stamps, matchboxes, sweet wrappers, and some even collect ang pau packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaErJdHLg6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZFIB1Fp5Tqc/s1600-h/DSC02592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaErJdHLg6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZFIB1Fp5Tqc/s320/DSC02592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305569277452714914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I collect key chains. Everytime I go someplace new, I buy a key chain. It's sort of my way of remembering the places I've been too. A way to keep memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo6gjC4oI/AAAAAAAAAgA/6eQHZ5Fwvqg/s1600-h/DSC02579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo6gjC4oI/AAAAAAAAAgA/6eQHZ5Fwvqg/s320/DSC02579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305566821653602946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from a Butterfly Farm. I remember I got this when I was in standard 6. The teachers had planned a class trip for us. We went to the Deer Farm, the Butterfly Farm, and then had a picnic in Lake Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo7FJsFII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KyajvV1hQ5U/s1600-h/DSC02581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo7FJsFII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KyajvV1hQ5U/s320/DSC02581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305566831479362690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got this when i was in standard 6. The teachers were so nice. They made one for each and every student. Of course, it wasn't that many seeing as how it was a small school and only like 3 or 4 classes, if I remember correctly. But it's the fact that they actually did this for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo6-UzswI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Pdbj0mtB2ZA/s1600-h/DSC02580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo6-UzswI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Pdbj0mtB2ZA/s320/DSC02580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305566829646951170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Botanic Gardens! A bunch of us had made a day-trip. I still remember all that happened! I remember everyone complaining how hot the sun was. And there were a few minor accidents involving the bicycles. Haha. I also remember what a great time we had. Oh gosh this is so nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo7AZJKLI/AAAAAAAAAgY/9zBiLPmchyc/s1600-h/DSC02582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo7AZJKLI/AAAAAAAAAgY/9zBiLPmchyc/s320/DSC02582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305566830202005682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah. This one brings back so many memories. Sweet memories.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the ones given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo7RghhSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/jMM54uMlG94/s1600-h/DSC02583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEo7RghhSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/jMM54uMlG94/s320/DSC02583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305566834796365090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Pangkor. OK, I can't remember who gave me this one. (Debbie, was it you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqoHEa2HI/AAAAAAAAAgo/siisERdswqI/s1600-h/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqoHEa2HI/AAAAAAAAAgo/siisERdswqI/s320/DSC02585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305568704599873650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bali. This one was definitely from Debbie. SO CUTE!!! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqolXUk4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/0QulB0CKR_s/s1600-h/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqolXUk4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/0QulB0CKR_s/s320/DSC02586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305568712732218242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one with a design inside the glass. Not sure if you can see but its actually orchids inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqpPlYITI/AAAAAAAAAg4/vurBzqweUSM/s1600-h/DSC02589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqpPlYITI/AAAAAAAAAg4/vurBzqweUSM/s320/DSC02589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305568724065460530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada! From Shin Ying darling :) Just as we became the best of friends, she moved to Canada. But that didn't make us any less close. If anything, it made us closer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqpaGEAQI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Xb4Jhr0ij_I/s1600-h/DSC02590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqpaGEAQI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Xb4Jhr0ij_I/s320/DSC02590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305568726886908162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm fully aware this is not a keychain, but I keep it with all the other keychains. Its supposed to be an actual replica of a rock. The picture is blur, but it is actually really really pretty for a rock. And shiny!! I love shiny stuff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqpsUPlvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pCV_xYGwfgs/s1600-h/DSC02591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaEqpsUPlvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pCV_xYGwfgs/s320/DSC02591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305568731778225906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few keychains my dad gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my keychain collection :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pyramid yesterday. Was browsing through a few books and found this recipe book for tweens. Flipped it open and saw a recipe for chocolate milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was called cocoa nana shake. HAHAHHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some weird reason I keep thinking today's a Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8047360512693514001?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8047360512693514001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8047360512693514001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8047360512693514001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8047360512693514001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A trip down memory lane'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SaErJdHLg6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZFIB1Fp5Tqc/s72-c/DSC02592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3845405061887103709</id><published>2009-02-18T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:38:14.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>These past few days I've been doing a lot of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the past, about the decision's I've made and of how it's affected where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the present, about what I'm doing to make the best of things, about how I'm coping, about how I handle my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the future, about the decisions I will have to make, about the changes that will come with it, about how these changes are going to affect me, and of how I'm going to adapt to these changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who tell me that I'm wasting my time doing A-Levels. That I should have just done my degree. Then there are people who tell me that me deciding to do A-Levels was a really wise choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that I don't think I'm wasting my time. I have my reasons as to why I chose A-Levels, and I must say, I stand by my reasons. What's wrong with a little extra knowledge, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered something my sister told me&lt;br /&gt;You know how Chinese who can't speak Chinese are called bananas?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the Indians are called Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-3845405061887103709?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3845405061887103709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3845405061887103709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3845405061887103709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3845405061887103709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2112162466381008252</id><published>2009-02-13T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:31:16.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>So 13 is supposed to be an unlucky number, and Friday an unlucky day. This means Friday the 13th is a really really unlucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually Googled Friday the 13th, because up till now, I didn't really know what was so unlucky about it. The theories I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Rossini was surrounded to the last by admiring and affectionate friends; and if it be true that, like so many other Italians, he regarded Friday as an unlucky day, and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that on Friday, the 13th of November, he died&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;On the other hand, another theory by author Charles Panati, one of the leading authorities on the subject of "Origins" maintains that the superstition can be traced back to ancient myth:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;The actual origin of the superstition, though, appears also to be a tale in Norse mythology. Friday is named for Frigga, the free-spirited goddess of love and fertility. When Norse and Germanic tribes converted to Christianity, Frigga was banished in shame to a mountaintop and labeled a witch. It was believed that every Friday, the spiteful goddess convened a meeting with eleven other witches, plus the devil - a gathering of thirteen - and plotted ill turns of fate for the coming week. For many centuries in Scandinavia, Friday was known as "Witches' Sabbath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Another theory about the origin of the superstition traces the event to the arrest of the legendary Knights Templar. According to one expert:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The Knights Templar were a monastic military order founded in Jerusalem in 1118 C.E., whose mission was to protect Christian pilgrims during the Crusades. Over the next two centuries, the Knights Templar became extraordinarily powerful and wealthy. Threatened by that power and eager to acquire their wealth, King Philip secretly ordered the mass arrest of all the Knights Templar in France on Friday, October 13, 1307 - Friday the 13th&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Lachenmeyer_3-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday_the_13th#cite_note-Lachenmeyer-3" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. Needless to say, I do not believe in all this. Because there have been so many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Friday the 13th"&lt;/span&gt;'s over the years and nothing has ever happened to me. And today was possibly the best day of the week for me. This whole week I've been knocking into tables, spilling water, etc etc. Today I did not bang into anything, did not break anything, did not spill anything. Yeah, so basically it was a good day for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's all superstition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2112162466381008252?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2112162466381008252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2112162466381008252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2112162466381008252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2112162466381008252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6816511704017712043</id><published>2009-02-12T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:42:41.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one turns 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SZOZ4N4UIZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Y8wbRYxPf3M/s1600-h/jian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301750377422791058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SZOZ4N4UIZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Y8wbRYxPf3M/s320/jian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Jian, the poser. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 19th birthday Jian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S1 loves you!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way... Your turn to &lt;em&gt;belanja&lt;/em&gt; us! where's our food????? Hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I will TRY to update properly by this weekend k? :D&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/5805580120829079144-6816511704017712043?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6816511704017712043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6816511704017712043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6816511704017712043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6816511704017712043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-one-turns-19.html' title='Another one turns 19'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SZOZ4N4UIZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Y8wbRYxPf3M/s72-c/jian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7168269456902075195</id><published>2009-02-11T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:52:44.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read a quote the other day that I found to be really really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A true friend is a friend who knows everything about you, and still wants to be your friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say I feel really blessed to have true friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of proper updates. College work is seriously keeping me busy. I'll come up with one soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7168269456902075195?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7168269456902075195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7168269456902075195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7168269456902075195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7168269456902075195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-read-quote-other-day-that-i-found-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8639189139109205397</id><published>2009-02-09T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:30:34.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SY-jBMzH0vI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dcjAVxtFIrs/s1600-h/jasmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SY-jBMzH0vI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dcjAVxtFIrs/s320/jasmine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300634527449207538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Jasmine!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that's 17 wishes on your 17th birthday ( plus the ones on facebook, friendster and your phone) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8639189139109205397?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8639189139109205397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8639189139109205397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8639189139109205397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8639189139109205397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SY-jBMzH0vI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dcjAVxtFIrs/s72-c/jasmine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-10975445442315821</id><published>2009-02-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:03:34.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Connie Talbot is so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQ3ovip0tPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQ3ovip0tPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-10975445442315821?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/10975445442315821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=10975445442315821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/10975445442315821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/10975445442315821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/02/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7667219102388618815</id><published>2009-02-04T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:42:04.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The part I hate about growing up</title><content type='html'>Everyone's leaving. Some to Australia, a few going UK some may be going US later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like just yesterday we used to see each other every single day.&lt;br /&gt; Just yesterday we were all under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;And now everyone has gone separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;I knew this day was coming. I just didn't expect it to come so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all growing up, and I don't like it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just wished things could stay the way they are, cos I like the way things are right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about growing up, Roy Wong Yeh Hee turned 19 today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i feel so young :P *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7667219102388618815?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7667219102388618815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7667219102388618815' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7667219102388618815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7667219102388618815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-i-hate-about-growing-up.html' title='The part I hate about growing up'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4902689865215489040</id><published>2009-01-30T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:59:38.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed my layout</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have succeeded in changing my layout yet one more time. :P&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I won't be changing the layout anymore for a very long time. I like this one. It's going to stay for at least a year, maybe 2, maybe 3. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-4902689865215489040?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4902689865215489040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4902689865215489040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4902689865215489040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4902689865215489040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/01/changed-my-layout.html' title='Changed my layout'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7773153871125407226</id><published>2009-01-29T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:11:02.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest 4 days ever</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness! The past 4 days have been the most tiring days ever. My daily routine had been go to work at 10 in the morning, come back from work at 10 at night, sleep. But I enjoyed every moment of it. I got to meet all kinds of people. British, Americans, Arabians, people from Uzbekistan, Japanese, Korean, Chinese ( as in Chinese from China ), and Australians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I've come to realize in these 4 days is that somehow too many things have become common now. The most common thing has got to be Louis Vuitton bags. Some may be fake, some may be real, all may be fake or all may be real. I don't know. But the point is, the bags were everywhere. Some even had LV shawls and LV sling bags. Honestly, I don't really get why everyone likes LV. Sorry to all LV lovers out there but I don't like the design very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that has become real common is the MUFC T-shirt. This I can understand. Haha! And, for some reason or other, A LOT of guys seem to like green and white striped T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are things that go without saying, like the pair of slippers that have become way too common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, within these 4 days, I have found possibly the most annoying thing ever. And it was right in front of the shop I was working in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SYEdaIQswjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_CMkfFPY_OU/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SYEdaIQswjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_CMkfFPY_OU/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296546971495744050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That THING.....that.....car?? SO ANNOYING!!! The noise it makes! Monday and Tuesday was the worst. That thing was just making noise from 10 to 10 non-stop. Argh! Why do kids like it so much??? I mean the sounds it made were like from a broken recorder! Imagine Tarzan's voice from a broken recorder! Annoying right? But, they liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this annoying thing, work wasn't that bad I guess :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7773153871125407226?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7773153871125407226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7773153871125407226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7773153871125407226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7773153871125407226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/01/longest-4-days-ever.html' title='The longest 4 days ever'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SYEdaIQswjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_CMkfFPY_OU/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3322326023500803381</id><published>2009-01-23T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:35:35.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week off!</title><content type='html'>Yes, as the title says, I have ONE WEEK OFF!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. I'm won't be that free during the holidays. First off, I'll be working at KLCC. It's going to be a whole day thing. The bright side is in a way I'll be getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ang pau&lt;/span&gt; as well :D  So from Sunday to Wednesday I'll be busy busy busy and real tired at night. I'm not complaining. I'm glad I have something to do other than sitting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the lecturers found it convenient to dump homework on us because we have such a long break. I honestly have a lot of homework. Especially statistics and maths. The two subjects that have become really complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR &lt;/span&gt;to those who celebrate :)&lt;br /&gt;ANd to those who don't &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I was browsing through the internet and found this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avolites.org.uk/jokes/images/cyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 628px;" src="http://www.avolites.org.uk/jokes/images/cyan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-3322326023500803381?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3322326023500803381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3322326023500803381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3322326023500803381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3322326023500803381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-week-off.html' title='1 week off!'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6668616810562400281</id><published>2009-01-17T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:32:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I haven't been blogging much. I guess you could say I don't have the inspiration and time? It's been a long an tiring week. Time for me to breathe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuffnang ads are not working :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6668616810562400281?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6668616810562400281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6668616810562400281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6668616810562400281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6668616810562400281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6734358955914798521</id><published>2009-01-11T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:25:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>I'm at a point where I have absolutely NO idea what I want in life. I'm not proud of it, but it's the truth. I am stuck. I listen to someone and I get interested in whatever they're talking about because of the passion they have. And then I listen to yet another passionate person and get interested in what they are talking about. And then suddenly I realize I'm getting myself "interested" in everything. And so I sit down and I read and I ponder and I shorten the list to the things I think I am really interested in. It feels like a huge burden is lifted, because now I just have to find out more information, and decide what I want. I think to myself : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm almost there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, my list gets longer once again. Not too long, just an addition of one or two things. The problem is, it was supposed to get shorter. I shouldn't be upset.  Because this is my future we're talking about. I should always always leave my options open. But I'm becoming impatient. No matter how much I tell myself not too, each day I'm becoming more and more tired of being stuck. It's like I have no purpose. I want to make a decision. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SWnIseAsGpI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HKx-o7vLKCg/s1600-h/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SWnIseAsGpI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HKx-o7vLKCg/s320/confused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289979903619111570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I start getting worried. What if I make the wrong decision? My dad has told me that I can't think that way. Because if I keep asking myself that then I may never make a decision. He has a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to rush myself. Neither am I going to take my time about it. It's just surprisingly difficult. I honestly envy people who know exactly what they want and how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for me to make a decision????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6734358955914798521?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6734358955914798521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6734358955914798521' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6734358955914798521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6734358955914798521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/01/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SWnIseAsGpI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HKx-o7vLKCg/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-5092653800618388094</id><published>2009-01-07T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:54:05.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal</title><content type='html'>Yeap, as the title says, things are now back to normal. Classes have started, no more sleeping in, you know what I mean. In a way I feel comfortable having some sort of routine in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is going to be a busy year. I have 2 external papers coming up, plus my piano exams. Doesn't sound like much, but trust me, it is going to be tough. I'm not complaining though. What's life without a challenge? Its weird though, going back to college knowing we're seniors now despite the fact that we've only been in college for half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the holidays :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-5092653800618388094?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/5092653800618388094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=5092653800618388094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5092653800618388094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5092653800618388094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6312532978066555567</id><published>2009-01-01T15:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:58:35.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh</title><content type='html'>Ipoh was fun! I know I know, when is it not right? Although, this time around, the weather was kinda crappy. It was raining heavily every evening, causing floods everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I ate like a pig, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one particular night when there was just SO MUCH food on the table. The whole table was full of dishes!! There were more than 10 dishes! There were a lot of people at the table too, but we all still ended up tremendously full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight proof that I did indeed eat a lot. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVzVj2o9MAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g8LTz2rA8qo/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVzVj2o9MAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g8LTz2rA8qo/s320/DSC02147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286334874565554178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVzVjqDFagI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OOI5ZyozGX4/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVzVjqDFagI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OOI5ZyozGX4/s320/DSC02146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286334871185484290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whatever weight I lost in the past month or so I put back on in less than 7 days. Bad. Really bad. The highlight of my trip this year would be the visit to Taiping Zoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyB_felNFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/J-WdwYfPC4U/s1600-h/DSC02475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyB_felNFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/J-WdwYfPC4U/s320/DSC02475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286242990407627858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this picture there are two little animals. The one on the left is a bird. A regular bird. And the one on the right is a mouse deer. I always knew mouse deers were small, i didn't know they were THIS SMALL!! IT IS FREAKING SMALL!!! Which is kinda cute in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyB_qGpB4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/wA2Oz4Vv96Q/s1600-h/DSC02479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyB_qGpB4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/wA2Oz4Vv96Q/s320/DSC02479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286242993260005250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyCAD9XsXI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PEoWDUauttY/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyCAD9XsXI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PEoWDUauttY/s320/DSC02481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243000200442226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyCAE6ncDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5y8TOmudKE8/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyCAE6ncDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5y8TOmudKE8/s320/DSC02482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243000457326642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw orang utans and chimpanzees and other monkeys!! Our "cousins"! Hehe. I like the last picture. Its like a whole family of monkeys sitting on a bed and having a discussion of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we saw a crocodile!! This was a bit scary. I saw the crocodile way out in the water, only its snout sticking out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyEqWfExqI/AAAAAAAAAcg/aOZLte7OIMQ/s1600-h/DSC02485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyEqWfExqI/AAAAAAAAAcg/aOZLte7OIMQ/s320/DSC02485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286245925751408290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I thought it was perfectly safe to go near. And so I go right to the fence. To my uttermost horror there was a huge crocodile right under my nose!! Isn't that dangerous?? I mean what if the crocodile was just playing dead, the fence was kinda low, meaning the crocodile could  have jumped if it wanted to. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyCAWJ2b0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/medQpNUfs5I/s1600-h/DSC02484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyCAWJ2b0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/medQpNUfs5I/s320/DSC02484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243005084626754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next were deers. They were adorable! I saw a few chewing on the leaves outside the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyEqtiMebI/AAAAAAAAAco/tII9tlcoGes/s1600-h/DSC02488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyEqtiMebI/AAAAAAAAAco/tII9tlcoGes/s320/DSC02488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286245931938511282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyEq_aa_tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/v2fbFqE8QG0/s1600-h/DSC02490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyEq_aa_tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/v2fbFqE8QG0/s320/DSC02490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286245936737746642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyErP-FZLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5PpybNV46EE/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyErP-FZLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5PpybNV46EE/s320/DSC02492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286245941182293170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyErBufvtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GOHWEmhZhWw/s1600-h/DSC02491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyErBufvtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GOHWEmhZhWw/s320/DSC02491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286245937358814930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These my dear readers are called SAMBAR deers. Nice name. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Otters! They were probably the happiest animals there. The minute we came near them they dived into the water came right to the glass and did what looked like a dance for us. And then once their little show was over they'd go sunbathe on the logs. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyss_Hv8uI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WrSAkMXnfdg/s1600-h/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyss_Hv8uI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WrSAkMXnfdg/s320/DSC02508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286289951484277474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVytnq6oPFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/N4Lw2jBvzO4/s1600-h/DSC02509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVytnq6oPFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/N4Lw2jBvzO4/s320/DSC02509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286290959672818770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxkzg6cdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Jskmlbx0sYI/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxkzg6cdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Jskmlbx0sYI/s320/DSC02525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286295308487782866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxlPz41uI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GZQMWVMbFZI/s1600-h/DSC02524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxlPz41uI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GZQMWVMbFZI/s320/DSC02524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286295316083562210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxjaHnciI/AAAAAAAAAdY/u5OPa4SXcs0/s1600-h/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxjaHnciI/AAAAAAAAAdY/u5OPa4SXcs0/s320/DSC02519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286295284490924578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxkrXx6qI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7VSXuaLnkQc/s1600-h/DSC02514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxkrXx6qI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7VSXuaLnkQc/s320/DSC02514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286295306301991586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxjyIMIMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/6X9K-EKpdlQ/s1600-h/DSC02517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVyxjyIMIMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/6X9K-EKpdlQ/s320/DSC02517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286295290935779522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw ostriches and and zebras and giraffes and a cow with extremely huge horns and a malayan sun bear a tiger a lion a black panther a camel a hippopotamus and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I think I've put enough pictures up. Taiping Zoo was not the only place I visited. I went to Hospital Bahagia, where my mum and her family have a lot of memories, and I must say the place is really beautiful. Loved what they've done with it. It was a bittersweet experience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH on the way back, something unusual happened. Haha. We were near the Lembah Beringin exit and suddenly we see a whole bunch of cars going the opposite direction. As in cars from in front had turned back and were making a U-turn into Lembah Beringin. We were just plain confused and my cousin tought maybe we should do the same cos there must be a reason for all this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVzZFNPYaHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/b__tBW2fT9M/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVzZFNPYaHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/b__tBW2fT9M/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286338746102868082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then just before we turned we realised that as far as we knew there were no exits to KL from Lembah Beringin. So we turned back. We were freaking stuck in a jam for one whole hour. No joke. Turns out there was an accident. Pretty bad too. There was aa huge lorry and a car involved. There was a hole in the lorry, but the car looked unharmed. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to avoid new year's eve jam.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sry about the pictures, don't know why they went out of proportion like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6312532978066555567?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6312532978066555567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6312532978066555567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6312532978066555567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6312532978066555567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2009/01/ipoh.html' title='Ipoh'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVzVj2o9MAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g8LTz2rA8qo/s72-c/DSC02147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8101460262249021021</id><published>2008-12-31T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:36:09.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its new years eve</title><content type='html'>It is the last day of the year and here I am blogging.  Not the best way to spend new year's eve, but I don't think I am in a position to complain. I have had the best year this time around. I have accomplished many things, some major accomplishments, some minor accomplishments. I have experienced many new things. Done a few things that I never thought I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the worst thing to ever happen this year was that time just flew by, maybe a little too fast that I could not enjoy what I had accomplished.  I mean seriously! Time really really flew this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, by now I'm sure you would have guessed that I am back from Ipoh. Went to Taiping Zoo as well!  Lots and lots of pictures but I think I will save it for the next post. It was so fun!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy New Year everyone. May all of you have a blessed year ahead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8101460262249021021?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8101460262249021021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8101460262249021021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8101460262249021021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8101460262249021021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-new-years-eve.html' title='Its new years eve'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-14579402168670319</id><published>2008-12-23T10:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:52:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the 25th!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;MER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;RY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; CH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RISTMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;EVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVBQAcgsapI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gt9BEBGv7kQ/s1600-h/DSC02414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVBQAcgsapI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gt9BEBGv7kQ/s320/DSC02414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810331489135250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our christmas tree! I love the christmas tree! Why? Cos there are presents underneath!!!!! WEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, for christmas, I got a bracelet and Mamma Mia DVD from Roshni and a handbag from mum and dad! JOY!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVNH9szwRZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ACDxrqNVubg/s1600-h/DSC02451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVNH9szwRZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ACDxrqNVubg/s320/DSC02451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283645913161549202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And thankfully everyone liked the presents I got for them this year. Double joy!! And I played christmas carols on the piano last night! Triple joy!&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my relatives were here just now. They were so sweet, brought us gifts and food. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so now everyone is asleep as I sit here and blog cos I really am not that very tired. Also I'll be going to Ipoh tomorrow!! So this blog will not be updated for a while. Anyways, enjoy what's left of the holidays everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee cheong fun here I come!!!!!!!   :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-14579402168670319?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/14579402168670319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=14579402168670319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/14579402168670319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/14579402168670319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-25th.html' title='Its the 25th!!'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SVBQAcgsapI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gt9BEBGv7kQ/s72-c/DSC02414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1390586280835196057</id><published>2008-12-19T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:11:53.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas decorations</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post is going to be all about my opinions on the Christmas decorations in malls this year. I've been to KLCC, One Utama, Midvalley and, of course, Sunway Pyramid. Compare these four and I think there is no question that Pyramid outdid all the other malls. KLCC had a really huge tree, and some gift boxes hanging from the ceilings. One Utama had a few trees here and there. Midvalley had............what were their decorations again? Oh oh! They had this huge clown thingy in the centre of the stage right? And a few trees around the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid did such a good job compared to the other three malls. Beautiful colours, pretty lights and lovely christmas songs. Finally, I feel the chritmasy mood! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH!! I can't wait for christmas!!! I WANT TO OPEN MY PRESENTS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Right, my hyperness has set in....hahah!&lt;br /&gt;I just love christmas! Singing carols that make you feel so warm, opening presents from loved ones, and spending the whole day with them. Pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1390586280835196057?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1390586280835196057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1390586280835196057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1390586280835196057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1390586280835196057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-decorations.html' title='Christmas decorations'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6132692561065353432</id><published>2008-12-14T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:41:42.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the eyes of a child by Reamonn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81dNRGGm8-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81dNRGGm8-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we make it so hard, this life is so complicated until we see it through the eyes of a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I do realise that their video is not that good but it's the song that matters. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6132692561065353432?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6132692561065353432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6132692561065353432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6132692561065353432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6132692561065353432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/12/through-eyes-of-child-by-reamonn.html' title='Through the eyes of a child by Reamonn'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7907069382379740519</id><published>2008-12-13T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:39:32.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of shopping malls and swimming pools</title><content type='html'>Went to Midvalley today.  Mostly we went there to see the decorations. We do it almost every year. I like the idea of just going to see the decorations. Of course, there will always be shopping involved, be it window shopping or actually buying something. This time around I don't think we bought anything. My cousins bought a few books from MPH. I was mostly looking at shoes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SUOPBGAcx6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EnJmf47qg3c/s1600-h/black+heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SUOPBGAcx6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EnJmf47qg3c/s320/black+heels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279220437163493282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pair! AH! I think they're so sexay! haha. But the heel might be too high for me. MIGHT be...not sure. I still love this pair. And I'm into straps now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done with Midvalley we went to my aunt's office area to swim! Gosh it's been ages since I've swam. I don't remember swimming last year so that will make it almost 2 years without swimming! It was so nice to get into the pool and swim from one end to the other. And then everything was runied by rain. Cursed rain. I think I only got to spend about an hour in there. Pfft. Oh well, at least I swam :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7907069382379740519?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7907069382379740519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7907069382379740519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7907069382379740519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7907069382379740519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-shopping-malls-and-swimming-pools.html' title='Of shopping malls and swimming pools'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SUOPBGAcx6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EnJmf47qg3c/s72-c/black+heels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2651951386649540267</id><published>2008-12-09T13:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:04:16.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nominated.</title><content type='html'>MY blog has been nominated for the BUTTERFLY AWARD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/ST4EsL0rdqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wfQEza4BewY/s1600-h/blog+nomination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/ST4EsL0rdqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wfQEza4BewY/s320/blog+nomination.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277660970459297442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://roshnigeorge.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; thinks my blog is cool. Aww, thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to nominate another 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the nominees :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Put the logo on your blog&lt;/div&gt;- Add the link of the person who awarded you&lt;div&gt;- Nominate 10 others blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Add the link of this blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Leave a message for those nominees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(No particular order, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://tzequan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tzequan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://carissagan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carissa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://kristy1802.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sie Hui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://pigtitudes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://benjamintan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://liyuansremedies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Li Yuan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://ronlimblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://kaibingweeee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kai Bing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://pingspalette.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ping Yee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;a href="http://thelastcadenza.blogspot.com/"&gt;. Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is my mum's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/ST4EsprSp1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/pnhtu0VBxwE/s1600-h/GN6T6023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/ST4EsprSp1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/pnhtu0VBxwE/s320/GN6T6023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277660978472986450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that is my mum.&lt;br /&gt;As a mum she may be hard on us, she may restrict us from doing many things. But my mum has taught me many lessons in life. She has done a lot for me and for that I thank her. I love you mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;HA&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PY B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;IRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2651951386649540267?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2651951386649540267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2651951386649540267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2651951386649540267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2651951386649540267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/12/nominated.html' title='Nominated.'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/ST4EsL0rdqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wfQEza4BewY/s72-c/blog+nomination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3786247733781859094</id><published>2008-12-08T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:09.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon Season</title><content type='html'>I honestly do not like the rainy season AT ALL! It's so gloomy, and wet, and makes you just plain lazy. You're lazy to make up in the morning, lazy to go anywhere, lazy to do anything, and the day just becomes boring. Lazy, boring days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've been thinking, about how kids at the age of 7 are having their own laptops and stuff now. At first I was really shocked. I thought that it was the worst way to deprive a kid of his/her childhood. I mean, imagine 20 years from  now, they'll be saying : "Back when I was a kid, I used to play a lot of computer games at home." instead of "I used to play football in the park" or "I used to play hide and seek with the neighbours". Kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/STyxkV8cSrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9V6BQoSmuNs/s1600-h/mfln8l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/STyxkV8cSrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9V6BQoSmuNs/s320/mfln8l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277288101295442610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when you think about it, things have changed. It's not safe to play on the roads anymore. Crime rates have gone up, not to mention the number of reckless drivers on the road. So I guess staying at home and playing on the computer is in a way the best thing for a kid these days. Plus, the use of computers in school have been implemented in schools, so its only normal for kids to want their own laptops, I think. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-3786247733781859094?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3786247733781859094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3786247733781859094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3786247733781859094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3786247733781859094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/12/monsoon-season.html' title='Monsoon Season'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/STyxkV8cSrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9V6BQoSmuNs/s72-c/mfln8l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8714999377842234645</id><published>2008-12-07T10:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:05:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henna</title><content type='html'>I love putting henna on my hands! OK maybe not love, because the whole waiting-for it-to-dry part can be very very tiring, and after a while you get all annoyed because you can't do anything with your hands. Oh but the end result is so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/STs6wrWmuEI/AAAAAAAAAag/p40RkHMOQck/s1600-h/henna+on+my+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/STs6wrWmuEI/AAAAAAAAAag/p40RkHMOQck/s320/henna+on+my+hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276875996340336706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/STs8n0IZYBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-RTWPnhyMNQ/s1600-h/henna+on+roshni%27s+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/STs8n0IZYBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-RTWPnhyMNQ/s320/henna+on+roshni%27s+hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276878043101093906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is very good in art, so she can do henna designs free hand. She did both of these designs on the spot. Yeap, she's good  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8714999377842234645?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8714999377842234645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8714999377842234645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8714999377842234645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8714999377842234645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/12/henna.html' title='Henna'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/STs6wrWmuEI/AAAAAAAAAag/p40RkHMOQck/s72-c/henna+on+my+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7415569498369900206</id><published>2008-11-29T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:23:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>After days and days of trying to figure out how to work this thing, I have finally succeeded in changing my template! *clap hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was looking for a new template and Christmas-themed templates kept popping up everywhere seeing as how the it is December. So I thought, why not be extra festive this year eh? Haha! This template will only last a month. And then I'll switch it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have officially started. Happy holidays people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, if I have missed out anybody in my link list let me know, I'll link you up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7415569498369900206?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7415569498369900206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7415569498369900206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7415569498369900206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7415569498369900206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7992828800686624922</id><published>2008-11-27T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:11:51.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>You think you know a person. You trust people. You tell them everything about you. You share everything, you go all out to make sure they're happy, you care for them.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, they ignore you. They stop keeping in touch with you. They make excuses all the time. They make it a point to look as awkward as possible when around you. They tell you lies. Lies that hurt so bad, and when you ask them, they still pretend like nothing has happened. They forget about you. They ignore you. They use you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this just because a guy came into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know who to trust? How do you know who's your friend and who's not? How do you know who's pretending and who's genuine? How do you tell who's friend and who's foe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made it clear we're not needed anymore. We're not important to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, we don't need you anymore either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7992828800686624922?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7992828800686624922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7992828800686624922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7992828800686624922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7992828800686624922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-160622303927365424</id><published>2008-11-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:57:45.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotaract Camp 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRkWn8MSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tXtw9p7N4UU/s1600-h/amanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRkWn8MSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tXtw9p7N4UU/s320/amanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272608579990073634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda! I understand your frustration....being gagged is NOT fun......... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRlQ705OI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dejJI1PaBhQ/s1600-h/view+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRlQ705OI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dejJI1PaBhQ/s320/view+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272608595642737890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the view at night, really really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRlNFkZUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mwzjBUCe0g4/s1600-h/view+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRlNFkZUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mwzjBUCe0g4/s320/view+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272608594609857858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;told you this place was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRk7K7XvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vDq1rcDpU-o/s1600-h/S1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRk7K7XvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vDq1rcDpU-o/s320/S1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272608589800496882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't look so good here, but I love this picture =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRkr9gVjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1Ls5NlbxIiI/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRkr9gVjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1Ls5NlbxIiI/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272608585717667378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flying fox....freaking high! by the way, to all those who helped me, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bruises all over my leg, I am sunburned, I have a leech bite on my foot, and my body aches all over. BUT, I am one step closer to overcoming my fear of heights, I am now not afraid of millipedes and I met a bunch of wonderful people. There was kayaking, flying fox, jungle trekking, obstacle course, telematch activities and a lot more. I had loads of fun. WE had loads of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: more pictures on facebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-160622303927365424?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/160622303927365424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=160622303927365424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/160622303927365424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/160622303927365424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/11/rotaract-camp-2008.html' title='Rotaract Camp 2008'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSwRkWn8MSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tXtw9p7N4UU/s72-c/amanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-54280575832597763</id><published>2008-11-16T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:56:40.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fire truck...</title><content type='html'>So it was a normal Sunday night. We were all watching this movie on Starworld. It's called "Outsourced". It's a really good movie. Funny, yet at the same time, a bit of an eye-opener. It's about this guy from America who has to go work in India. At first he finds it really hard to adapt to the traditions and customs of the Indian people. Eventually he learns to adapt and realises that life in another country is not too bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm straying off topic. So yeah, like I said, we were all watching TV, when suddenly I hear something that sounds very much like a mini explosion, and I see this orange flash outside. So we went out to see what had happened, and we saw a fire truck outside. My dad guessed that maybe the transformers blew or something. But whatever it was, my question is, how is it the fire truck was already there? And how come we didn't hear the truck coming? I mean normally you would hear the sirens and everything, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! It's like the mystery of the fire truck or something......OK, no, scratch that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSA0gJWuzKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Xv8tSlkKKQA/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSA0gJWuzKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Xv8tSlkKKQA/s320/Image050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269269290895199394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ze fire truck, best picture I could get&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-54280575832597763?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/54280575832597763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=54280575832597763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/54280575832597763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/54280575832597763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire-truck.html' title='A fire truck...'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SSA0gJWuzKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Xv8tSlkKKQA/s72-c/Image050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6783607177967373469</id><published>2008-11-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:27:37.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is Jitz's 18th birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had bought a cake for him and we did our best to make sure he did not know about it. At least I thought we did...but turns out he knew all along...HAHA! So much for keeping it a surprise.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but we did cream his face...pretty bad....ahahahahhahah! I doubt he saw that coming. Poor guy &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had cream in his nose. And he can still smell the cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nice right the smell of the cake?? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is officially the last week of college for this semester. In just 2 days time I will be sorta free. :D&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll be having my AS AND A2 next year........argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, all the best to those sitting for SPM and STPM! gambate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-6783607177967373469?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/6783607177967373469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=6783607177967373469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6783607177967373469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/6783607177967373469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1110281909914355806</id><published>2008-11-07T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:56:53.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the caribbean</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xulEl6V7opY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xulEl6V7opY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1110281909914355806?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1110281909914355806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1110281909914355806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1110281909914355806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1110281909914355806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/11/pirates-of-caribbean.html' title='Pirates of the caribbean'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-8885919500870334752</id><published>2008-11-03T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:11:59.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBF0GB3r6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/mVlSQ1P3IeI/s1600-h/DSC02274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBF0GB3r6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/mVlSQ1P3IeI/s320/DSC02274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784725670080418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBFzwIHv3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Es_IaI-Khdk/s1600-h/DSC02273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBFzwIHv3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Es_IaI-Khdk/s320/DSC02273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784719790718834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more food.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBFztCIGjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/u632Q2S6hKk/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBFztCIGjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/u632Q2S6hKk/s320/DSC02272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784718960269874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EVEN MORE food............. thus the extra pounds   :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBFzXhS-II/AAAAAAAAAUU/hp2pILi2WfQ/s1600-h/DSC02242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBFzXhS-II/AAAAAAAAAUU/hp2pILi2WfQ/s320/DSC02242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784713185425538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No I was not bored, I like flowers :D (who doesn't..... LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBFy6wVg6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/EaGr2uw5G-o/s1600-h/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBFy6wVg6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/EaGr2uw5G-o/s320/DSC02212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784705463878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The skies were beautiful, it was nice to take a walk while looking at the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQ63f_bX-eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/X8mWH_67j1U/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQ63f_bX-eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/X8mWH_67j1U/s320/DSC02261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264346774672767458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AH! These seem to be a must every year during the festive season, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQ63fsuubUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RK8FxZh3eAs/s1600-h/DSC02253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQ63fsuubUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RK8FxZh3eAs/s320/DSC02253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264346769653656898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My youngest cousins! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQ63fSCH--I/AAAAAAAAAT0/xtD0PxL4xkI/s1600-h/DSC02245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQ63fSCH--I/AAAAAAAAAT0/xtD0PxL4xkI/s320/DSC02245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264346762487266274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES, I STUDIED! Ahaha...despite all the excitement I managed to find a quiet spot to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQ63enAZt-I/AAAAAAAAATk/lt5u5JyKyK8/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQ63enAZt-I/AAAAAAAAATk/lt5u5JyKyK8/s320/DSC02224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264346750937315298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't find my pictures from Ikano. Oh well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-8885919500870334752?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/8885919500870334752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=8885919500870334752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8885919500870334752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/8885919500870334752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SRBF0GB3r6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/mVlSQ1P3IeI/s72-c/DSC02274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2397640589526629821</id><published>2008-11-02T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:26:05.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free balloons</title><content type='html'>The semester exams are over. What a relief. Finally I get the time to take things a bit easier, do things at my own pace, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was at Ikano. Working. Hehe. Yeap, you read right, I was working. From 10am - 6pm. I was giving out free balloons. Hehehe. It wasn't so bad. It was actually a lot of fun. I eventually enjoyed the idea of giving out balloons to little kids. There was this girl, for some reason she was crying, she couldn't get something or other, so I walked up to her and gave her a balloon, and she smiled at me with the sweetest smile and said thank you with the cutest voice ever. Even the parents are happy when you give their kid a balloon coz in a way the kid settles down for a bit. But I have to admit, it was tiring. Gawd, I'm so tired right now. Skipping college tomorrow. Its just one day! Heheh...I honestly need the break. I want to sleep without having to worry about waking up early the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEEP!!!!!!!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2397640589526629821?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2397640589526629821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2397640589526629821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2397640589526629821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2397640589526629821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-balloons.html' title='Free balloons'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4795248764392666444</id><published>2008-10-30T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:14:24.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Twilight. A movie I definitely want to watch. I've always liked stories about vampires. Ever since I read all Darren Shan books. LOVE vampire stories. I saw the trailer. Got so excited :P&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to go with me???? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQnArboB56I/AAAAAAAAATc/F0OdDkI7ZHk/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQnArboB56I/AAAAAAAAATc/F0OdDkI7ZHk/s320/twilight1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262949491941697442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali pictures coming soon. Camera battery died so I haven't transferred the pictures. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : All the best to those who are having exams! (AS people and SPM people and INTI people....hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-4795248764392666444?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4795248764392666444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4795248764392666444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4795248764392666444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4795248764392666444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SQnArboB56I/AAAAAAAAATc/F0OdDkI7ZHk/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4934114431123208163</id><published>2008-10-19T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:17:06.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><content type='html'>Diwali (or more commonly known as Deepavali) is around the corner. My mum and aunts have started baking!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mum and sis went to my aunt's place to make "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balushai&lt;/span&gt;" This is how you make "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balushai&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtImrm_2tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/h5-SXXuArdg/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtImrm_2tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/h5-SXXuArdg/s320/Image043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258876819263707858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so first you mix flour, and ghee......and....er....water......that's all I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtImLUuI3I/AAAAAAAAASs/OC5Xs7FgpO4/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtImLUuI3I/AAAAAAAAASs/OC5Xs7FgpO4/s320/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258876810597114738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtImfFo3wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FQdy8O3zbak/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtImfFo3wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FQdy8O3zbak/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258876815902564098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you make little circles, and you press the middle a little to get the shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These round balls of dough are then deep fried.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtJzT_FgOI/AAAAAAAAATM/L6lqdbmmtQA/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtJzT_FgOI/AAAAAAAAATM/L6lqdbmmtQA/s320/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258878135772217570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that's not fattening enough, you then proceed to coat it with loads of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;(see the sugar coating on it???......excuse the pixel quality, i blame it on the lighting  :P   )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven :) I can eat a whole tupperware full of these every year and still not get sick of it. I want some more!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtJzp1HJ1I/AAAAAAAAATU/GtDKkAHbCm4/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtJzp1HJ1I/AAAAAAAAATU/GtDKkAHbCm4/s320/Image042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258878141635962706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! My mum baked cookies as well. I think it's butter cookies with icing on the top, and the design is coffee....YUM!  I LOVE this time of year. Bring out the FOOD people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "77a6cb057bd67dec98b9c0886a929792";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-4934114431123208163?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4934114431123208163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4934114431123208163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4934114431123208163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4934114431123208163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPtImrm_2tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/h5-SXXuArdg/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-5306137709254523526</id><published>2008-10-12T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:43:26.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Pie! :D</title><content type='html'>My mum made apple pie today. Or something like that. Hehe. Its basically bread with apple filling in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPH5lGpYfgI/AAAAAAAAARc/OzzvMen_5oQ/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPH5lGpYfgI/AAAAAAAAARc/OzzvMen_5oQ/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256256655952739842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh out of the oven&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPH5lAvJJrI/AAAAAAAAARk/9RjlP3JGwuo/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPH5lAvJJrI/AAAAAAAAARk/9RjlP3JGwuo/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256256654366287538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the apples inside... YUMMY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPH5lb_LVYI/AAAAAAAAARs/aqge9Xky0Jc/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPH5lb_LVYI/AAAAAAAAARs/aqge9Xky0Jc/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256256661681296770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm good at taking pictures of food, yes? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw this video on Youtube. It's a really good video. I admit, the sound quality is terrible. But its the purpose of the song and the lyrics that made me fall in love with this song&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCbKeeWTdqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCbKeeWTdqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Through it all, just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Time has really flown. In just a few more weeks, the second semester will be ending. This year really flew by for me. A lot has happened. I went places, started college, met an awesome bunch of people. I used to be afraid of change. I liked the way things were. To me, I felt like I wanted things to be just the way they were. Maybe it was because I did not know what to expect. I was afraid that things would change for the worse. But, I've started to appreciate change. Life is boring without change. Life is boring if you don't take chances. So now, I can't wait to see what else in my life is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PS: ALL THE BEST TO PMR PEOPLE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(why are my words underlined??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5805580120829079144-5306137709254523526?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/5306137709254523526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=5306137709254523526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5306137709254523526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5306137709254523526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-pie-d.html' title='Apple Pie! :D'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SPH5lGpYfgI/AAAAAAAAARc/OzzvMen_5oQ/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-1209515723962907687</id><published>2008-10-07T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:33:43.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie season</title><content type='html'>Mamma Mia is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SOtk-PN43mI/AAAAAAAAARU/2OBOyVG18Kg/s1600-h/mamma+mia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SOtk-PN43mI/AAAAAAAAARU/2OBOyVG18Kg/s320/mamma+mia.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254404410657267298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really good musical. I like the storyline. And not forgetting the songs. ABBA songs are really nice! I wanna watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamma mia, here I go again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Eye is out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SOtg4Y_6lpI/AAAAAAAAARM/5Xg9iOkuAo8/s1600-h/eagle+eye+the+movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SOtg4Y_6lpI/AAAAAAAAARM/5Xg9iOkuAo8/s320/eagle+eye+the+movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254399912157288082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shia Labeouf has really changed! From the goofy kid who always gets in trouble in Even Stevens to.....THIS!  And, if I may say so, he's quite cute now..haha! The trailer of this movie itself is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was being pretty random just now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis : What's worse than finding a worm in your apple?&lt;br /&gt;Me : umm.........&lt;br /&gt;Mum : *stares at my sis*&lt;br /&gt;Sis : Finding HALF a worm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! It took my mum about 10 seconds to get it! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-1209515723962907687?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/1209515723962907687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=1209515723962907687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1209515723962907687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/1209515723962907687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-season.html' title='Movie season'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SOtk-PN43mI/AAAAAAAAARU/2OBOyVG18Kg/s72-c/mamma+mia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-2119296214498207514</id><published>2008-09-22T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:34:13.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInwYzfBI/AAAAAAAAARA/4HaPZ-8WayM/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInwYzfBI/AAAAAAAAARA/4HaPZ-8WayM/s320/DSC01086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249588163494771730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chemistry experiments are colourful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInWdnjJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/n34lSnSyoN0/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInWdnjJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/n34lSnSyoN0/s320/DSC01081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249588156535639186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see? nice rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInSw4hWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cC-9IfHS8Ss/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInSw4hWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cC-9IfHS8Ss/s320/DSC01083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249588155542701410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInKBR6EI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7m587_Doe4U/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInKBR6EI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7m587_Doe4U/s320/DSC01075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249588153195554882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, these are not so pretty. In fact, its far from pretty. When you pour out the white one, it honestly looks like puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInw3ERtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EZZ3_v8QLTw/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInw3ERtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EZZ3_v8QLTw/s320/DSC01084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249588163621701330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Copper sulphate is so pretty! I love the colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNes3qlqQVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0T_mdpmPZ0Y/s1600-h/Class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNes3qlqQVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0T_mdpmPZ0Y/s320/Class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248853963048632658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happens when the teacher is late for class....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNes3w0TmsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ehv3kSJkKY0/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNes3w0TmsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ehv3kSJkKY0/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248853964720675522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway coffee is GOOOOOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNes4NRLu8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/bhD1rXtsTOk/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNes4NRLu8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/bhD1rXtsTOk/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248853972357987266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Physics experiment. a LOT of wires. Can be confusing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to one of the Old Folk's Home in Klang today. The first thing that spooked us when we got there was the fact that the home was located right next to a cemetery. I don't know about ya'll but to me it was like saying, "You're going to go soon, might as well stay some place near". Harsh. The old folk's were friendly. But there wasn't much I could do because of the language barrier. Yeap, they all speak Chinese. So many of us just tagged along and did what we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a pretty organised system there. There's a president, a vice president, that sort of thing. The president was telling us that they don't take in those who don't have kids. Basically those who are alone. My heart went out to this one lady, who was sold off by her parents at the age of 10. The people who bought her abused, causing stunted growth. I'm just glad her suffering has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang songs. It was fun, it brightened up their days. We saw them smile. What more could we ask for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing about these kinda trips is that you end up stuffing yourself with junk in the bus. Argh! Why must junk taste SOOO goood????? Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-2119296214498207514?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/2119296214498207514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=2119296214498207514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2119296214498207514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/2119296214498207514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNpInwYzfBI/AAAAAAAAARA/4HaPZ-8WayM/s72-c/DSC01086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-9158274305039319552</id><published>2008-09-17T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:22:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNEEHaE33sI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OMR6eJnTUEQ/s1600-h/bday10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNEEHaE33sI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OMR6eJnTUEQ/s320/bday10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246979566168694466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy (belated) birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to have you as my friend. Sure,  we may have had our little misunderstandings, but what's a friendship without misunderstandings? In any relationship, misunderstandings are bound to happen. We got over them, that's all that matters :) I'm glad we became friends. I'm glad we sat next to each other during moral class in form 3  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, when you get a boyfriend, I must be the first one you call okay? :P  And stop planning to go to the movies and ditch me last minute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I know you're eyes are closed, but I don't have any other picture of the two of us. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-9158274305039319552?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/9158274305039319552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=9158274305039319552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/9158274305039319552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/9158274305039319552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-belated-birthday-i-am-lucky-to.html' title='FRIENDS! :D'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SNEEHaE33sI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OMR6eJnTUEQ/s72-c/bday10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3321148698154125788</id><published>2008-09-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:38:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quotes that inspire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man met the Buddha on the street one day and began to call him mean and ugly names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Buddha listened quietly and thoughtfully until the man ran out of epithets, and had to pause for breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; "If you offer something to a man and he refused it, to whom does it belong?” asked Buddha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; The spiteful man replied, “It belongs, I suppose, to the one who offered it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Then Buddha said, “The abuse and vile names you offer me, I refuse to accept.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; The man turned and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you feel like cursing someone face-to-face, I suggest you think twice about what you're gonna say ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean he was really friendly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; So I asked, ‘Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call ‘The Law of the Garbage Truck.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump it on you. Don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Don’t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; The bottom line is that successful people don’t let garbage trucks take over their day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ‘Love the people who treat you right. Forgive the ones who don’t.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-3321148698154125788?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3321148698154125788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3321148698154125788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3321148698154125788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3321148698154125788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/09/qoutes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7080584002793343868</id><published>2008-09-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:03:47.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Lynnshane</title><content type='html'>1. What is the relationship of you and her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best buddies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funny, cute, friendly, understanding, helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable thing she has done for you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable things she have said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erm....can't think of any :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If she becomes your lover, you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So not going to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Force her to be my friend again. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she becomes your lover, she has to improve on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGh! She's not going to be my lover lah! Stupid question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she becomes your enemy, the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why would anyone want to be my enemy?? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. The overall impression of her is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All nice things I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adventurous in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tend to think too much about something and I'm very untidy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best I can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love ya'll so much from the bottom of my heart :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;KAWANs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to tag&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Ee Von&lt;br /&gt;2. Melissa&lt;br /&gt;3. Su Yi&lt;br /&gt;4. Carissa&lt;br /&gt;5. Sean Chua&lt;br /&gt;6. Shiang Leit&lt;br /&gt;7. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;8. Ikram&lt;br /&gt;9.Ping Yee&lt;br /&gt;10. Shin Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no. 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the moment, I think no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no. 3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEMALE hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no. 7 and no. 10 were together, would it be a good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nah uh, can't happen, i don't think they know each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no. 5 and no. 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why all also asking about relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no. 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about no. 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesome friend :D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I miss you girl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7080584002793343868?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7080584002793343868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7080584002793343868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7080584002793343868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7080584002793343868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-lynnshane.html' title='Tagged by Lynnshane'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-3448826675029818726</id><published>2008-09-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:40:52.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a simple hug can represent</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video brought me to tears. I was honestly touched by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be hard. We all go through stress. We all go through heartbreaks. We all face challenges in life. And there's no guarantee that everything will go well. Sometimes things turn out so badly, all you want to do is lock yourself up in the room and cry your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple hug does not make our troubles vanish. But, it definitely helps. A hug can help you rise and move on. A hug can make you smile, even if its just for a little while. A hug can mean a lot, even to a stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-3448826675029818726?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/3448826675029818726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=3448826675029818726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3448826675029818726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/3448826675029818726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-simple-hug-can-represent.html' title='What a simple hug can represent'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-7347693866146818840</id><published>2008-09-03T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:45:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What stress does to people</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with a friend who was sitting right next to me in the library.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me       : Hey. I think you are cute&lt;br /&gt;Friend : I know&lt;br /&gt;Me       : I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;Friend : I miss you too&lt;br /&gt;Me       : You're really hot&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our conversation (edited here and there).The WHOLE conversation was typed out by friend. Hahahahahah! I was laughing so hard! She was running back and forth typing messages to herself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perasannya&lt;/span&gt;! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked scones today. It's quite therapeutic.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-7347693866146818840?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/7347693866146818840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=7347693866146818840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7347693866146818840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/7347693866146818840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-stress-does-to-people.html' title='What stress does to people'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4556541925442986058</id><published>2008-09-02T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:29:18.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who started all these tags??</title><content type='html'>RULE #1People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oo....erm....i don't have a lover, so.....I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;to have an idea of what I want in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;no one, I'm nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oo let's see...buy a huge car, a huge mansion, travel the world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;there goes a billion dollars :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;no! haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;being loved by someone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't think I will wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Move on I guess, nothing I can do about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;No "thing" makes me happy, it's the people I'm with that make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Losing a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Enjoying life...hopefully :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She's a lot like me in a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I say married but poor. Why have all the riches in the world but have no one to share it with? I would rather face the challenges in life with a loved one than be lonely in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Switch of the stupid phone and go back to sleep...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yeap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't think that will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;After a while, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you suffer now and enjoy later or the opposite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Suffer now enjoy later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. List 8 people to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't tag people..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-4556541925442986058?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4556541925442986058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4556541925442986058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4556541925442986058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4556541925442986058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-started-all-these-tags.html' title='Who started all these tags??'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-4467493144299176664</id><published>2008-09-01T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:13:32.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bbq's are fun</title><content type='html'>I went for part of Emerge 2008 yesterday. First time going for Emerge.  Basically, it's a 3-day event (I think) where Christians from many churches come together. We had pastors from Singapore as well as from Taiwan. Later on I found out that there were actually Taiwanese stars in the front row as well. I kid you not. City Harvest's Pastor Kevin was preaching in Taiwan, which explains the humble presence of the stars...haha. It was fun. It was like any normal service, except that there was much more energy around us. It was...powerful...and amazing. You have people from all over come together for one purpose. I loved every moment of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I went to my cousin's house for BARBECUE! :D It was my aunt's birthday that day. The food was oh-so-good. Compliments to the chef ;) There were sausages, chicken, corn, lamb kebabs, cake and chocolate eclairs. I had so much meat in one night. Let's see, 4 sausages ( or was it 5?), a drumstick, chicken wings, and i don't know how much lamb. Oh well, it's not like I go for a bbq every night right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvsieslvAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DUBkaF6o0-w/s1600-h/31+aug+2008+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvsieslvAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DUBkaF6o0-w/s320/31+aug+2008+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241042668475497474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jehan. My cheeky yet adorable nephew :) He was pouring water all over the garden! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvsipEUqEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_-uInlN4hgQ/s1600-h/31+aug+2008+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvsipEUqEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_-uInlN4hgQ/s320/31+aug+2008+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241042671259396162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh....mojito! It was good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvsizz3zEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VnI-9PA2yeY/s1600-h/31+aug+2008+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvsizz3zEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VnI-9PA2yeY/s320/31+aug+2008+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241042674143185986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jehan and LB the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to take pictures of the food. Basically I gobbled it all down before I got the camera out...hehe. No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, I was just too lazy to take pictures of the food. I mean, who in their right mind would patiently take out the camera, get a good picture of the food, and only then start to eat??!! I mean in restaurants yeah I do that, but not at bbq's. The sausages were too tempting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvtcxJR68I/AAAAAAAAAOk/q3p2OJ9CMxU/s1600-h/patch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvtcxJR68I/AAAAAAAAAOk/q3p2OJ9CMxU/s320/patch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241043669860084674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just some random pictures of my dogs. Patch and Pixie.  &lt;3&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvsjBEBWMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/roUKVwZAKCI/s1600-h/pixie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvsjBEBWMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/roUKVwZAKCI/s320/pixie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241042677700581570" 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/5805580120829079144-4467493144299176664?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/4467493144299176664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=4467493144299176664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4467493144299176664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/4467493144299176664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-went-for-part-of-emerge-2008.html' title='Bbq&apos;s are fun'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLvsieslvAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DUBkaF6o0-w/s72-c/31+aug+2008+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-5959510942544697989</id><published>2008-08-23T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:15:32.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeee~~~~~~</title><content type='html'>A day well spent :) I had 5 hours with the best friends ever. We spent 5 hours in Taipan! I know, of all places right? It turned out to be quite fun. All in all, we went to 3 restaurants and 4 boutiques I think. We ate quite a bit! We had coffee and a calzone and a huge bowl of spaghetti and gelato! Ok it doesn't sound like much, but trust me, it felt like a lot! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH....don't it look good :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLAaNmQmsqI/AAAAAAAAANs/ExNWL9BS_QM/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLAaNmQmsqI/AAAAAAAAANs/ExNWL9BS_QM/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237715187542700706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLAaNoi9tbI/AAAAAAAAANk/AI5AJxbNT0s/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLAaNoi9tbI/AAAAAAAAANk/AI5AJxbNT0s/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237715188156577202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLAaNy4OXpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AignCZjrCpE/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLAaNy4OXpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AignCZjrCpE/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237715190930103954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't laughed this much in ages! HAHA! The silly conversations and the clumsiness and the ridiculous visions of the future and the gossips and the silly jokes! :D These are the moments I won't forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5805580120829079144-5959510942544697989?l=ancage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/feeds/5959510942544697989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805580120829079144&amp;postID=5959510942544697989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5959510942544697989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805580120829079144/posts/default/5959510942544697989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancage.blogspot.com/2008/08/weeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeee~~~~~~'/><author><name>anusha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944969482869793056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/TAZIznDLlbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZiI3aw-kwbU/S220/23090_766719833_7356_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SLAaNmQmsqI/AAAAAAAAANs/ExNWL9BS_QM/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805580120829079144.post-6621582356402922804</id><published>2008-08-20T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:26:48.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikano, Ikea, and the Curve</title><content type='html'>I went to all 3 places today. And I must say, I think Sunway Pyramid is so much better. Honestly, the number of shops was......slightly pathetic. Walked from Ikano to the Curve and back to Ikea. The only thing I enjoyed about this (besides finding this awesome pair of black heels....which I didn't get in the end)  was Ikea's food. Oh, the gravy is so freaking awesome. BUT, THERE WAS NO DAIM CAKE! The whole day, all I could think about was,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ahh! I want that Daim cake!&lt;/span&gt; And then I got there, took my tray, and saw NO Daim cake.   :(    Ah well, at least the food was good   :D   I was so full though! I took a bit too much   :P   Had difficulty getting up from the chair what more walking all the way back to the Curve. Hahah. After spending the whole day there, we spent solely on food. OH! OH! I also found this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SKvmIQItJZI/AAAAAAAAANc/5X4fX6APxxc/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5fSh_n3n10/SKvmIQItJZI/AAAAAAAAANc/5X4fX6APxxc/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236532021193155986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green tea ice-cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As yucky as it sounds, it actually tastes really good. At one time, it was everywhere. I used to see it at almost all herbal shops, but didn't have the guts to try it. One fine day I thought, what the heck, I'm never gonna know until I find out. All of a sudden, none of the shops sell it. Honestly, typical Murphy's Law situation. It's freaking extinct. Right now, to my knowledge, there's one shop in the Curve selling this, and one in Ipoh Parade. Hahah. 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