<?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-6514560522195782910</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:45:49.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@nu'$  $@nc+u@ry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16252252669452442165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-1883821210386961249</id><published>2009-07-08T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:03:10.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day at UM</title><content type='html'>oh my god!!!!, today's my 3rd day n i am oredi feeling as though i av been in UM for ages... so many things to do d... n so many crazy and wacky events in 3days oni... bt the one tat i wud never ever forget is wat happened today... we, me, gowrey and shamy were late for our assessment class.... OMG!!! oredi tat 'Dr' told on the 1st day itself tat no latecomers, bt twas nt our fault at all....  the bus is to be blamed..... we went 7minutes late and then knocked, he did not open the door, we waited outside (thank God) we din leave, we were praying hard tat he wil allow us in... and then suddenly after bout 10minutes of waiting, the door opened... n i was seated right in front of the 'Dr'... he told me tat am to answer one question... me went into shock, ;why me???....&lt;br /&gt;bt lucky us, he actually called my name to answer a question and twas wen he realised tat i am nt in the class n my fellow coursemates told him tat we r outside... thank god... he asked me, 'did, u knock' n i told him 'yes'... he just nodded... man i was scared... n worried... bt ntg happen... i answered some crap and he told us to read topic one again.... after tat the class started being more like a class, ppl start pouring out their view point and the 'Dr' seem to be nt as 'evil-portrayed' anymore... he was in fact 'helping' us in choosing elective....  in fact he even winked at gow... =) cool man... am starting to like his style... ni better get bak to doing his summary... will update things more after this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i found a catch for shamy... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514560522195782910-1883821210386961249?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/1883821210386961249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514560522195782910&amp;postID=1883821210386961249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/1883821210386961249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/1883821210386961249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-day-at-um.html' title='3rd day at UM'/><author><name>AnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16252252669452442165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-6174859847522873014</id><published>2009-07-08T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:46:28.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SoRRy</title><content type='html'>Sorry for nt updating for like ages... been busy and lost touch in blogging d... neway now am bak n will keep updating my blog... tooo many events had happen recently... some were very sweet and some were very painful... it even hurts till now... am nt sure i wud like to write those stuff as i do not intend to remember them... or even recalling them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling very remorse for somethings that had occured bt i cannot do anything change it nw... let bygones be bygones... nw i am in University d... no more in maktab... things are different... people change according to time, place and situations... so i cannot blame anyone.... i have to adapt myself and  can now oni follow the flow and seek god's guidance n bless... =)&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless Me!!! n oso you!!!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514560522195782910-6174859847522873014?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/6174859847522873014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514560522195782910&amp;postID=6174859847522873014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/6174859847522873014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/6174859847522873014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry.html' title='SoRRy'/><author><name>AnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16252252669452442165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-4386126589250847453</id><published>2009-01-17T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T05:18:27.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;"Oh yes", said the son. "So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants to serve us, but they serve others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing ? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/perception.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Appreciate every single thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514560522195782910-4386126589250847453?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/4386126589250847453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514560522195782910&amp;postID=4386126589250847453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/4386126589250847453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/4386126589250847453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-day-father-of-very-wealthy-family.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>AnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16252252669452442165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-2277519566940370581</id><published>2009-01-16T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:42:46.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/two-angels.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/two-angels.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a space in the cold basement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/two-angels.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied... "Things aren't always what they seem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/two-angels.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/two-angels.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/two-angels.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel "how could you have let this happen!? The first man had everything, yet you helped him," she accused. "The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let their cow die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/two-angels.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/two-angels.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave her the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/two-angels.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes this is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; later.&lt;/span&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/6514560522195782910-2277519566940370581?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/2277519566940370581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514560522195782910&amp;postID=2277519566940370581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/2277519566940370581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/2277519566940370581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-angels.html' title='Two Angels'/><author><name>AnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16252252669452442165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-6306397149805336445</id><published>2009-01-16T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:20:16.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am BaK aGaiN!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow! it has been ages since I wrote something here....&lt;br /&gt;Guess i have been over-busy =)&lt;br /&gt;bt now that i am back-in-action..... i will be writing again, frequently and creatively.....&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have loads to tell here...&lt;br /&gt;about the whole of last few months[from the time i was 'MIA'(missing in action) till recently]&lt;br /&gt;looks like it is going to be a long one... but i will make it part by part.....&lt;br /&gt;till then... tc n av nice day....&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514560522195782910-6306397149805336445?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/6306397149805336445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514560522195782910&amp;postID=6306397149805336445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/6306397149805336445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/6306397149805336445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-bak-again.html' title='Am BaK aGaiN!!!!!!'/><author><name>AnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16252252669452442165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-1842793269450073686</id><published>2008-09-10T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:32:16.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAHOOOOO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Good Morning &amp;amp; Good day to all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Am up very early this morning.... am very excited.... can't wait.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;nO, nOt coz i gt class and am a good student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;bt.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My Dad's COMING to KL today!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yeah!!! i miss him sooooooo much.... it's been weeks since i saw him and had time to talk to him.....&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for it... hopefully my class finishes early today.... hope Mr.Kuru does go overtime....&lt;br /&gt;i gtg... catch up later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY GOD BLESS YOU!!!!!!!&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/6514560522195782910-1842793269450073686?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/1842793269450073686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514560522195782910&amp;postID=1842793269450073686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/1842793269450073686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/1842793269450073686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/09/yahooooo.html' title='YAHOOOOO!!!!!'/><author><name>AnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16252252669452442165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-2752934731762799819</id><published>2008-09-10T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:32:11.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NeW  FoUnD HoBbY</title><content type='html'>i have this habit of scribbling whenever am bored especially in class... you would believe me once you have seen my notes/notebooks.... but never have i thought that some of the scribbling would form nice poems... indeed it did... am surprised... but not bad.... i found an interesting hobby at the moment that can keep me occupied... it also allows me to release my stress... hahahaha......my very first one was ... erm...erm... i dunno when but my master piece  is entitled 'MYSELF'... i wrote it during my child psychology quiz... can u imagine? am supposed to be answering questions for the quiz and there i was writing some thing on the table which turned to be a nice poem.... i had loads of time left; either i had all my answers at my finger tips or i just wrote some crap (have to wait for the quiz marks to know that...hehehehe...) when the time was up and the lecturer collected the papers, i read what i have written on my table and left (had no feeling that time-something was wrong with me that time) the day after that on Monday when i went back to that same room, my legs started towards the very same table i was seated. i read what was on the table and then called someone(i don't remember who) to read it and that person told me it was very nice and asked who wrote it.... i did not admit at first but when i  got the same comment from a few people i admitted that it was my piece of work... i was motivated to persue poetry.... i always thought that poetry was something complicated but now that i am into it...... i find it interesting and am very comfortable with it.... My poems are mainly about stuff from the thin air...  'PLEASE DO NOT MISINTERPRET MY POEMS OK'. if anything get in touch with me; get clarification first, don't just come to your own conclusion.  PLease do leave your comments on my poems and writing(would help in improving my work)...... that's all from me for now....till then , GOD BLESS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514560522195782910-2752934731762799819?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/2752934731762799819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514560522195782910&amp;postID=2752934731762799819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/2752934731762799819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514560522195782910/posts/default/2752934731762799819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-found-hobby_10.html' title='NeW  FoUnD HoBbY'/><author><name>AnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16252252669452442165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-2071325077965597303</id><published>2008-09-09T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:36:14.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PaULeEn LiM HoOi FeRnG</title><content type='html'>she is a pig,&lt;br /&gt;she is a monkey,&lt;br /&gt;she is a donkey,&lt;br /&gt;she is a turkey,&lt;br /&gt;she is a psycho,&lt;br /&gt;she is a cracko,&lt;br /&gt;she is a weirdo,&lt;br /&gt;she is a clown,&lt;br /&gt;she is a clumsy pot,&lt;br /&gt;she is a cow,&lt;br /&gt;she is a .......&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on&lt;br /&gt;and on,&lt;br /&gt;and on,&lt;br /&gt;and on,&lt;br /&gt;she is anything&lt;br /&gt;but sane.....&lt;br /&gt;yet,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how,&lt;br /&gt;no matter why,&lt;br /&gt;no matter when,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;i will always TREASURE her .......&lt;br /&gt;your friendship is,&lt;br /&gt;beyond the seven seas,&lt;br /&gt;beyond words,&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate it....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Pauleen Lim Hooi Ferng..................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514560522195782910-2071325077965597303?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/2071325077965597303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-198384032209672984</id><published>2008-09-09T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:18:02.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.........Th@nk YoU.........</title><content type='html'>My deepest gratitude to you&lt;br /&gt;for always being there for me,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;no matter when,&lt;br /&gt;no matter why,&lt;br /&gt;i have always been like a lil' gurl,&lt;br /&gt;coming to you crying......&lt;br /&gt;complaining and making your life miserable,&lt;br /&gt;but you were always patient,&lt;br /&gt;full of love and care,&lt;br /&gt;you were there,&lt;br /&gt;to calm me and&lt;br /&gt;help me regain my composure.....&lt;br /&gt;lending me your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;for me to lean for support&lt;br /&gt;and wet it&lt;br /&gt;with my painful tears,&lt;br /&gt;help me to forget the pain and agony&lt;br /&gt;that am going through,&lt;br /&gt;giving me a new hope,&lt;br /&gt;as i know&lt;br /&gt;that no matter what others say&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;think about me&lt;br /&gt;that no matter what happens to me,&lt;br /&gt;you will always be there for me,&lt;br /&gt;reassuring me,&lt;br /&gt;encouraging me,&lt;br /&gt;loving me&lt;br /&gt;supporting me,&lt;br /&gt;for me to carry on  with my life........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                              -anu-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514560522195782910-198384032209672984?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSk7o5qqClM/SXHZM5HG2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q57Bvk7R7dA/S220/Image010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514560522195782910.post-756059320823758358</id><published>2008-09-09T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:40:12.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MySeLf.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Am not a creature,&lt;br /&gt;born out of nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Am also a human,&lt;br /&gt;born in this world,&lt;br /&gt;It's just that,&lt;br /&gt;am not like any other human......&lt;br /&gt;Am a very rare one,&lt;br /&gt;Am one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE,&lt;br /&gt;full of surprises and care,&lt;br /&gt;that others would not understand,&lt;br /&gt;that others would make fun of......&lt;br /&gt;But am not going to get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;or even get a bit bothered,&lt;br /&gt;Because, i realized something........&lt;br /&gt;They are doing stupid things,&lt;br /&gt;to make me look like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;to make me look like the black-sheep,&lt;br /&gt;coz they are actually very JEALOUS of me......&lt;br /&gt;coz they cannot accept that i can be who i am,&lt;br /&gt;and still be HAPPY...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514560522195782910-756059320823758358?l=anusanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anusanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/756059320823758358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514560522195782910&amp;postID=756059320823758358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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