<?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-24684533</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:01:33.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just like that</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115734805489662760</id><published>2006-09-04T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:34:14.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 dont' after a meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 dont's after a meal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't smoke&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Experiment from experts proves that smoking a cigarette after meal is comparable to smoking 10 cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(chances of   cancer is higher).                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;*     &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Don't eat fruits immediately&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/b&gt; Immediately eating fruits after meals will cause stomach to be bloated with air. Therefore take fruit 1-2 hr after meal or 1hr before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;meal.                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't drink tea&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/b&gt; Because tea leaves contain a high content of acid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This substance will cause the Protein content in the food we consume to be hardened thus difficult to digest.           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't loosen your belt&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/b&gt; Loosening the belt after a meal will easily cause the intestine to be twisted &amp; blocked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;*   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Don't bathe&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/b&gt; Bathing will cause the increase of blood flow to the hands, legs &amp; body thus the amount of blood around the stomach will therefore decrease.  This will weaken the digestive system in our stomach.               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;*    &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't walk about&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/b&gt; People always say that after a meal walk a hundred steps and you will live till 99. In actual fact this is not true. Walking will cause the digestive system to be unable to absorb the nutrition from the food we intake.                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;*    &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't sleep immediately&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/b&gt; The food we intake will not be able to digest properly. Thus will lead to gastric &amp; infection in our intestine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&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/24684533-115734805489662760?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115734805489662760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115734805489662760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115734805489662760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115734805489662760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/09/7-dont-after-meal.html' title='7 dont&apos; after a meal'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115734786997598576</id><published>2006-09-03T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:31:09.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beware of mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Beware of Mirrors in Hotels! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How to determine if a mirror are 2 way or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a Joke!) Not to scare you,&lt;br /&gt;but to make you aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policewoman who travels all over the US and gives seminars and&lt;br /&gt;techniques for businesswomen passed this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  HOW TO DETECT A 2-WAY MIRROR&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt; When we visit toilets, bathrooms, hotel rooms, changing&lt;br /&gt;rooms,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How many of you know for sure that the seemingly ordinary&lt;br /&gt;mirror hanging on the wall is a real mirror, or actually a 2-way&lt;br /&gt;mirror(i.e., they can see you, but you can't see them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There have been many cases of people installing 2-way mirrors&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;female changing rooms. It is very difficult to positively&lt;br /&gt;identify&lt;br /&gt;the surface by just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, how do we determine with any amount of certainty what&lt;br /&gt;type&lt;br /&gt;of mirror we are looking at? Just conduct this simple&lt;br /&gt;test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Place the tip of your fingernail against the reflective&lt;br /&gt;surface&lt;br /&gt;and if there is a GAP between your fingernail and the image of&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;nail, then it is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GENUINE mirror&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; However, if your fingernail DIRECTLY TOUCHES the image of&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;nail, then BEWARE, FOR IT IS A &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2-WAY MIRROR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So remember, every time you see a mirror, do the&lt;br /&gt;"fingernail&lt;br /&gt;test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't cost you anything. It is simple to do, and it&lt;br /&gt;might save you from getting "visually raped"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is a really good thing to do. The reason there is a gap&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;a real mirror, is because the silver is on the back of the&lt;br /&gt;mirror&lt;br /&gt;UNDER the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a two-way mirror, the silver is on the&lt;br /&gt;surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ladies: Share this&lt;br /&gt;with your girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Men: Share this with your wives, daughters and/or girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;friends. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115734786997598576?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115734786997598576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115734786997598576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115734786997598576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115734786997598576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/09/beware-of-mirrors.html' title='beware of mirrors'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115691145471675070</id><published>2006-08-30T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:17:34.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Too Busy for a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of theother students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a spacebetween each name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each studenton a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday she gave each student his or her list.Before long, the entire class was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever mentioned those papers in class again.She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exercise had accomplished its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin.The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded: "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you can see, Mark treasured it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And we don't know when that one day will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tell them, before it is too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115691145471675070?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115691145471675070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115691145471675070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115691145471675070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115691145471675070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/08/touched.html' title='touched'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115682656339783264</id><published>2006-08-29T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:45:05.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my feelings</title><content type='html'>maybe my feelings for you have change or maybe yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we just break, i thought that i can change for you and you can too. but after alot of thinkings of what your friends said, i still believe that we can still be together. i strongly want to be with you. but u actually rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said that u need time to heal your broken heart that was torn into many pieces by me. you don't have confidence in our relationship. i was disappointed and blame myself for what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that it was all my fault and cried every single night, maybe i thought that that was what i can only do. stayed up late every single night in school, till 10pm plus then return home. so that i am really exhausted and sleep as soon as i reach my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practise in the practise room and cried while practising. and the song did really matches my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my phone not because i want it. but because i can pick up the line when u call. read the msg too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realise that it was not the phone itself only. but the phone should be placed at a particular place so that there is receiption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but every time we talk, your attitude was not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are not who u are the first time i saw u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i decided that i should not be the emotional me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i must do what i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never replied your msgs or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also need time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u can survive without me, its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that u can do it, with your friends around u .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we just don't suit each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that we don't want to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so much quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a goodbye is something that we should give each other, the best presents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have given . you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115682656339783264?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115682656339783264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115682656339783264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115682656339783264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115682656339783264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-feelings.html' title='my feelings'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115682533830199781</id><published>2006-08-29T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:24:04.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very touching story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think that this is a very touching story, most likely a really life one.&lt;br /&gt;got it from an email. i have read it and found that it is a very meaningful one.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it will happen to you and me, or already happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;One day. . . When you were 8 years old, your dad &gt;&gt;handed&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;all over your lap.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 9 years old, he &gt;&gt;paid for&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;piano lessons. You thanked him by never even&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;bothering to practice.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 10 years old &gt;&gt;he drove&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one &gt;&gt;birthday&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;party after another. You thanked him by&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;jumping out of the car and never looking back.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When &gt;&gt;you were 11 years old, he took you&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;and your friends to&gt;&gt;&gt;the &gt;&gt;movies. You thanked&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;him by asking to sit in a different row.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 12 years old, he warned&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;you not &gt;&gt;to watch certain&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;TV shows. You thanked&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;him by waiting &gt;&gt;until he left the house.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 13, he &gt;&gt;suggested a&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;haircut that was becoming.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;You thanked him &gt;&gt;by telling&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;him he had no taste.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you &gt;&gt;were 14, he paid for a month&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;away at summer camp. You thanked &gt;&gt;him by&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;forgetting to write a single letter.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;When you were 15, he came home from&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;work,looking for a hug. &gt;&gt;You thanked him by&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;having your bedroom door locked.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 16, he taught you how to&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;drive his &gt;&gt;car. You thanked him by taking it every&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;chance you could.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 17, he was expecting an&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;important &gt;&gt;call. You thanked him by being&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;on the phone all day&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;When you were 18, he cried at your&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;high &gt;&gt;school graduation. You thanked him by staying&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;out partying until &gt;&gt;dawn.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 19, he paid for your&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;college tuition, drove you to campus carried&gt;&gt;&gt;your&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;bags. You &gt;&gt;thanked him by saying good-bye&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;outside the dorm so you wouldn't &gt;&gt;be embarrassed in&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;front of your friends.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;When you were 25, he helped to pay for&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;your wedding, and he &gt;&gt;cried and told you how&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;deeply he loved you. You thanked him &gt;&gt;by&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;moving halfway across the country.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When &gt;&gt;you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care &gt;&gt;&gt;of&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;him. &gt;&gt;You&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;their&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;children.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;And then, one day, he &gt;&gt;quietly died. And&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;everything&gt;&gt;&gt;you never did came &gt;&gt;crashing&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;down like thunder on your heart.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;If you love your dad, send this to as many people&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;as u can.if &gt;&gt;you don't... then shame on you&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; One day. . . When you were 8 years old, your dad &gt;&gt;handed&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;all over your lap.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 9 years old, he &gt;&gt;paid for&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;piano lessons. You thanked him by never even&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;bothering to practice.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 10 years old &gt;&gt;he drove&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one &gt;&gt;birthday&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;party after another. You thanked him by&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;jumping out of the car and never looking back.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When &gt;&gt;you were 11 years old, he took you&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;and your friends to&gt;&gt;&gt;the &gt;&gt;movies. You thanked&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;him by asking to sit in a different row.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 12 years old, he warned&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;you not &gt;&gt;to watch certain&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;TV shows. You thanked&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;him by waiting &gt;&gt;until he left the house.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 13, he &gt;&gt;suggested a&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;haircut that was becoming.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;You thanked him &gt;&gt;by telling&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;him he had no taste.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you &gt;&gt;were 14, he paid for a month&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;away at summer camp. You thanked &gt;&gt;him by&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;forgetting to write a single letter.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;When you were 15, he came home from&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;work,looking for a hug. &gt;&gt;You thanked him by&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;having your bedroom door locked.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 16, he taught you how to&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;drive his &gt;&gt;car. You thanked him by taking it every&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;chance you could.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 17, he was expecting an&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;important &gt;&gt;call. You thanked him by being&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;on the phone all day&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;When you were 18, he cried at your&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;high &gt;&gt;school graduation. You thanked him by staying&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;out partying until &gt;&gt;dawn.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When you were 19, he paid for your&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;college tuition, drove you to campus carried&gt;&gt;&gt;your&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;bags. You &gt;&gt;thanked him by saying good-bye&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;outside the dorm so you wouldn't &gt;&gt;be embarrassed in&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;front of your friends.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;When you were 25, he helped to pay for&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;your wedding, and he &gt;&gt;cried and told you how&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;deeply he loved you. You thanked him &gt;&gt;by&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;moving halfway across the country.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;When &gt;&gt;you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care &gt;&gt;&gt;of&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;him. &gt;&gt;You&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;their&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;children.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;And then, one day, he &gt;&gt;quietly died. And&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;everything&gt;&gt;&gt;you never did came &gt;&gt;crashing&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;down like thunder on your heart.&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;If you love your dad, send this to as many people&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;as u can.if &gt;&gt;you don't... then shame on you&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;maybe thats life.&lt;br /&gt;u have to be really, lost it then will you treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;every time i read this type of message, i will always suddenly realise that every one in front ofme is a treasure and i cannot don't have them. even those people that i dislike. i will suddenly think that isn't it better to be friends? it is actually a burden to hurt or dislike someone.&lt;br /&gt;it is a kind of kind when u treat some one well. you will be happy yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;isn't it amazing that people are kind of weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just love everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115682533830199781?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115682533830199781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115682533830199781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115682533830199781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115682533830199781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/08/very-touching-story.html' title='a very touching story.'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115620824327524459</id><published>2006-08-21T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:57:23.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people?</title><content type='html'>Morning;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas, cause yesterday i do journals until quite late, just cannot think of anything to write for the funny questions like; What are the reading techniques i learnt?. basically i didn't learn anything, as in reading techinques. and every one is also finding funny answers for this question in every journals. i reached home at around 11.20pm. too tired then slept. then can't wake up for the mondays chorus. slept untill 11am then i finally called myself to go school for the chinese ensemble at 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practise awhile, 1 hour then went for the chinese ensemble. the songs are quite fast. then it ends at around 4pm. went to practise for 1 hour, then went to com lab to print out the history journals, but the journals just can't go through the system to print. hahas, but i saw Laurel, he manage to help me in printing. lucky!! then i saw jason, the syco people, then they ask me to go with them to the syco practise, then i agreeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached SCH at 645pm. then i didn't know that the conductor was Lin Siang Pin. hahas. he kind of look like the You Guo. the way he talk and the pattern just the same as You Guo. hahas. i wanted to msg Dedric to tell him, but after thinking better not la. the combine was kind of boring, cause the songs are Mambo no5 and Perhaps^3. then we spent 2 hour2 to practise this both songs. then i was informed by mic that there are scetions in wednesday. i do not know that i should go. cause i think that are nothing to practise already. but for the past few practise only mic and hui rong went, i suddenly felt so bad. but after thinking, i only have 2 songs to play. the performance is on the 10 or 9th Septmeber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told that people in the chinese orchestra are not trustable. i thought he-b was ok, but after what my friend- a told me, i found that b is not a good person that i thought he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is just like that. people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115620824327524459?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115620824327524459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115620824327524459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115620824327524459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115620824327524459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/08/people.html' title='people?'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115607880208105509</id><published>2006-08-20T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T06:11:00.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>master class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Morning;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up at 6a.m. wait for my sister to bath finish, at around 6.30 then get to use the toilet. then let home for school at 6.50a.m. my sister left before me, but when i went to take the 900 bus i saw her there! hahas. then she whistle at me, but i didn't wear my contact lens so i did'nt know that she was calling me. then when i reach the bus stop, then i sat beside her, then i know that it was her. so funny. hahas. then we took the bus. reach the mrt station then we decided that we go separate ways cause she likes to sit at the head of the train and i like the end. i was thinking are we sisters. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school at 8a.m practise for 1 hour, then Liu Yan LS came. then i was told to perform after the third person. then hui rong was good. after that i left to practise then do the history journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy doing the Lantern Festival thing, see who are able to go, many can't cause having exams, but in the end i manage to find 12 players to play. quite happy. this is the first time i volunteered to organize performance. i rather look forward to this small performance. because Mr Low will not be coming to conduct or anything. i like this type of performance cause it trains us to be quick in every thing. because we need to get Qs from every one. interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! just now i almost finish my entry of the blog, then it suddenly go missing, i have to re write my evening part. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found that i can't write much cause today i found that i am busy calling, msging, online regarding the performance thing. but i have confirm the people already so i am fine! tomorow i can pass up the history journals then i can put down some of the load, not so stress le. YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today while doing the journals, i went to see stella's blog, i like her blog skin, and i saw her entry about the chocolate thing, i have copied it. hahas it's right below this entry. very interesting, i think i have seen it before somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its the journey that is important, not where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be sucessful, but are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are friends really Your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115607880208105509?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115607880208105509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115607880208105509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115607880208105509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115607880208105509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/08/master-class_20.html' title='master class'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115607772583204892</id><published>2006-08-20T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:45:57.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;KNOW YOUR AGE BY CHOCOLATE MATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T CHEAT BY SCROLLING DOWN FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes less than a minute, work this out as you read ...&lt;br /&gt;Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out!&lt;br /&gt;This is not one of those waste of time things, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate (more than once but less than 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add 5 to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Multiply it by 50 (I'll wait while you get the calculator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1756, If you haven't, add 1755.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have a three digit number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first digit of the number was your original number (how many times you want to have chocolate each week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two numbers are YOUR AGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it!? Cool right!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115607772583204892?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115607772583204892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115607772583204892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115607772583204892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115607772583204892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/08/know-your-age-by-chocolate-math-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115581906642037201</id><published>2006-08-16T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T05:51:06.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to school at 730am, which was the first time i leave my house so late for school. cause i was very tired. i don't know why this time, i have difficulties waking up in the morning. maybe its because this time i watch the 11pm show on channel U. about the cops show, with complicated relationship in the show. only a 1 hour show, i don't know why i can't wake up at 6am lo. so funny. then i reach school at 830am. i went the the 6th floor toilet cause i am having stomach ache, and it was really painful and i can still remember the pain lo. then what i saw was that the toilet was occupied! i was feeling really damn it la. then i quickly went to the 5th floor toilet, damn it la, also occupied, so i just went to the normal toilet. the normal toilet was very smelly, i just don't want to go to these toilets. then waht i was thinking at that point of time was that how come every morning, i can get the toilet without waiting, but today, i was really urgent, and the toilet was occupied. things just don't always go fine. just like to make fun of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the isle cafe with grace, jane and tiffany. i had the mee goreng. ok, not bad. then talk about jane's boyfriend, they quarrelled. and i felt really very funny, cause the day before, jane was just saying that his boyfriend was cute, and she liked him alot, then the next day feels like breaking up with him. ironic. and that day, i forgotten which day, jane was coming to school, she stays at yishun, she came all the way till City Hall, then she felt unwell, she called joyce and told her, saying that she is joining back home. i felt that she wasted her time to travel until there then just 1 more stop, she will reach school, why not just come? hai. if it is me, i will sure come, if not i will stay at home, i will not travel all the way, dressed up early in the morning then go back home again. silly. joyce did not come school today.erm i also forget the reason behind it. oops.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Night;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to eat my favourite 'gong bao ji ding' with grace and jane. we talk alot about the tiffany(T). grace and jane just couldn't stand her, keeping talking about her, hahas. then jane just can't take it, called joyce and talk. until i and grace and i finished the dinner, she haven't even finished. then we went to the soya place and drink the soya drink. we went back nafa to practise. grace went to my practise room and played the competition piece. then we just plyed around. jane came in, told us that her bf came to find her, and is in his room now. then we went to see his bf, i and grace were shocked, cause he looks old, and we thought that she is good and pretty enough to get a better looking bf, but i think maybe is the love in them that made their relationship a long one. 1 year. is alot lo to me, i never had before. and i think that her bf treats her very well, like a princess. and i am quite envy her. hahas. then i and grace went home first at 840pm. we took the train and talk about quite a few classmates. mostly are praises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now watching the show about the cops, hope that i can wake up at six tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends ! i know that they are the supports that i need. without them i will still be in the 'type' of mood. thanks to all. i love u all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115581906642037201?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115581906642037201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115581906642037201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115581906642037201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115581906642037201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/08/morning-today-went-to-school-at-730am.html' title=''/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115555443419928708</id><published>2006-08-14T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:20:34.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sch. do jounals</title><content type='html'>Morning;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school at 830am. reached at 930am. i took a mrt instead of a bus. i always thought that taking a bus is better. but i found that it was not. the mrt is actually faster. because i think that by taking a bus, i can choose the seat, taking a mrt will have to stand. but today i actually got a seat. i slept all the way till City Hall. next time i will take a mrt to school le, no more bus. actually the bus takes 1hour plus to reach bugis and sometimes 1.5 hour lo. and the bus is very crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached bugis, went to the hawker, bought myself a breakfast, noodles with a hotdog. spent like $1.50 only. i ate that for breakfast and lunch. so cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the chorus, joyce and grace call me to accompany them to the cafe at the Sunshine Plaza. so i accompany them, bought a tea and some fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the Chinese Ensemble at 2pm. kind of boring. practise a song called "a bird". the name sounds funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed in the com lab to do my journals. i think the lab can be my second home. as in really lo. i spent most of the time in here. as in now also, writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look around my blog, went to see severals blogs, like justina, stella and many more. their's are really nice. i mean blogskins and upload several pictures, making their blog nice to read and look at. i should do that do. but i am lazy to upload the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115552417838461079</id><published>2006-08-13T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T19:56:18.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do journals</title><content type='html'>Morning;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at home, sleep until 10am. practise pipa like until twelve, went to groom up then left home at 12.30pm, return yan ting's pipa then headed to fuchun cc to print some of the scores. luckily my mother be my driver, saved me alot of time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon and Night;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to Nafa to do my history journals. have to be passed up on the wednesday, four journals. have to do it quickly and done with it. i hate them. i have finished 2 today and 1 the past few days, left with 1 only. tomorrow have to finished it so that i can practise my pipa, and go for PS lesson. meet LY at Nafa, passed her my scores for the competion, sothat she can check for me. she dressed very pretty to day, cause she is going with her daughter for some piano thingy. then i finished my work at around 7pm. mum fetched me home. thanks mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, audrey help my mum to dye her pathetic head which was like blond, with the new black hair coming out, was like shit and ugly. then we watched tv ubtil 1030pm, went to sleep le.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my hair that my sister, audrey dyed for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115552417838461079?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115552417838461079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115552417838461079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115552417838461079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115552417838461079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-journals.html' title='do journals'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-115552311385392178</id><published>2006-08-12T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T19:48:12.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks</title><content type='html'>Morning and Afternoon;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mco in the morning at 9am-1pm, then quickly went to the Grand Plaza Hotel at City Hall for a talk. at there saw many Syco member, peiqian, jonathan, jessly, joyce, audrey and many more. the name of the orchestra is call ICO which means something like i love chinese orchestra. the they talked like 1 hour plus and i was very tired to hear them talk, with nothing i should absorb, cause they are nothing regarding the performance. i was like falling alseep. then it ended then i clapped hard. and there was food. then i found out that i did't eat from the morning to 5pm. i got myself some food, and happily eat them all up, cause i am really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;then cc msg me to ask me if i want to go watch the foreworks, i said yes. then i went home to get some sleep cause i am really sleepy. reached home at 6.10pm, slept to 7.30pm. get dressed then went for the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with cc and his friends cf and another guy which i don't even know his name to watch the fireworks by france. we went to a expressway, but i did't know what expressway it is called. he came to fetch me at around eight plus a little and we reached there at around eight forty. there was kind of very very crowded lo. every bodys is going to the same place and the traffic was heavy. then all the motorcars are like squeezing in the same small lane, hamburgering between the cars which i am very afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we they parked their motor at a place then we walked like ten minutes to reach the expressway that faced the suntec city there. then before we reached, on the way walking, cc placed his right hand on my shoulder, i don't know what this means but i thought he said that we are friends. i asked him :"huh?". he was like saying :"why?" . i don't know if this means what to him. after we reached the expressed way, we found that the expressway was jam. the cars don't want to move, cause they want to catch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the taxis were like horning non-stop. but they just stop there. one pathetic traffic police then arrived, carrying wth him a camera, showing to the car drivers that if they don't move then he will take their car numbers with it. it was kind of funny to see that. then the fireworks started. i and cc took video of it with our phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it lasted for around 12 minutes. then we went to find their motors. cc brought me to yishun, with alot of his friends, around 8 ba. they started smoking, and i was couldn't take in O2. then we sitted there like more then 30 minutes. then cc was impatience cause some of his friends are late, and he wanted to go malaysia to pump oil, cause he has to help his mum the next day. and so he told his friends that he send me home first then meet him later.&lt;br /&gt;so i reached my block, he bought food from the pa sa ma lam, and i brought drinks. then he send me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy to see the fireworks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-115552311385392178?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/115552311385392178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=115552311385392178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115552311385392178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/115552311385392178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/08/fireworks_12.html' title='fireworks'/><author><name>- AntheA -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433288288003036440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24684533.post-114343784000535042</id><published>2006-03-26T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:50:07.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai.. i really don't know why i look into faults of people even in very small things and i just look at the faults like it is a very big thing. why am i like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my closest friends or important people in my life, i am really sorry that i make things difficult for you. maybe the things that you do make me felt uncare of me or what. i am taker lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. this few days when i go back home my dog, girl girl, keep waiting at my door or when i reached home she will run towards me immediately. maybe she really missed me alot. since i work and go school, i seldom have the time to accompany my girl girl and family. my sister often says that she only has sister on weekends. hai. very sad hor. she sometimes wants me to help her with her work like amaths, but i hardly have time for her. i will try lar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-114343784000535042?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/114343784000535042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=114343784000535042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/114343784000535042'/><link rel='self' 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NAFA. in case you all don't know what the heck i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really miss all my secondary school friends. i really know how sad it is to leave wgs. the teachers too. that day saw ms nicole ng on the 962 bus but i saw her too late, cause when i am alighting then i saw her, didn't get to talk to her lol. really miss her alot sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i felt loss when i wake up in the morning, don't know what to do sometimes. at least when schooling, can go school spent time. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finish work, my leg very pain. wore the black high heels i bought at charles and keith. very nice. shiny shiny one, with sharp tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now went to see my friends blog, all quite nice and read some of their life. some withe relationship problems, some happy in their new college, some same as me, miss secondary school lifes, some happy to get out of secondary school. i just wish that they are always happy and healthy lol. really miss you all..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really late le. go sleep lol. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24684533-114323352807340479?l=antheasee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/feeds/114323352807340479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24684533&amp;postID=114323352807340479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/114323352807340479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24684533/posts/default/114323352807340479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antheasee.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-create-this-blog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>- AntheA 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