<?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-2869810363117846179</id><updated>2011-10-12T18:14:21.836-07:00</updated><category term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>♥ Ann Varughese</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-2412291767664257409</id><published>2011-09-03T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T06:15:09.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I love you book review</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMARY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you has captured the hearts of many teenagers leading into adulthood about what is it to live with love. Here’s the story of how we learn to grow emotionally from a weak to a stronger person when life doesn’t bring us to what we want.  Holly was a young, beautiful and intelligent woman and she had found Gerry, her childhood friend and then her husband. He was smart and a very good looking Irishman. During her first years of their marriage, Gerry fell ill. Gerry complained about migraines when he was working and soon, he was diagnosed with brain tumour when they soon realised that he hadn’t needed glasses. There was no hope to Gerry’s life. Days passed by and Gerry was then bedridden. Holly, his wife never left his sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed as poor Holly lived a month through her lonely life without her soul mate around. She lived by sleeping half a day, not eating and basicly a very unhealthy lifestyle. All she did was watch TV and laze around the house. She would cry till her eyes were all puffed up crying the sorrow that Gerry had left. Holly woke up by the phone calls from her mother every morning reminding her of the parcel that is addressed to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a day that Holly decided to take a step further to come out from her sorrowful zone. She took a cab to the hairdressers and got her hair neatened with a new hair colour. She took a ride back to her parents’ house where she was always welcomed to. She had dropped by to catch the parcel that have been awaiting her for a long time and even more, to see her parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly changed throughout the two months of her recovery. She went shopping as two letters of The List that Gerry passed was read boy her. She felt like he was back. Sharon, her best friend was always by her side and as for her family, they had dinner together. They had mixed characters and none of them could agree with one another but still, Holly felt like she was home, for good. She had gone shopping for her karaoke competition that was pre organized by Gerry before his death. Holly was afraid of singing in front of people for her last experience wasn’t really good. But then, Gerry gave her  the courage through the letters of the packaging that he had left  and she was then gradually becoming a more confident person as she was before. Life is about living one step at the time, its about love that brings us through many circumstances in life on a rough, grey pavement but if we’re strong we can surely pull it through. So it was the same for Holly’s life. She was as happy as she was surrounded by supporting friends and family. Holly had to let go as time went by. She had to leave the thoughts of Gerry would come back. It was more of the emotional part than the physical part that she was longing for.  Days passed and Holly fell in love. She went for parties with her friends all drawing closer to her family and getting involved with her family. Gerry’s letters were her source of motivation making her a better and more confident person that she is. Holly was no more lazing around thinking of her past in Gerry’s sweaters. She took up a job and had then become a very responsible person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story speaks about LIFE! And nothing less the lost of love to grow, mature and to learn. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-2412291767664257409?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/2412291767664257409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/09/ps-i-love-you-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/2412291767664257409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/2412291767664257409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/09/ps-i-love-you-book-review.html' title='P.S. I love you book review'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-3957602074341174013</id><published>2011-09-02T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T05:48:16.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When you are hurt by someone, u can retaliate, get depressed, defensive, or u can let the love of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Jesus manifest through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shyju Mathew :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-3957602074341174013?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/3957602074341174013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-you-are-hurt-by-someone-u-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/3957602074341174013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/3957602074341174013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-you-are-hurt-by-someone-u-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-7268651455638761121</id><published>2011-09-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:20:24.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Hey people! &lt;br /&gt;I'm currently away from town, getting back to Seremban to meet with none other than the person that inspires me the most,atta Jerry :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-7268651455638761121?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/7268651455638761121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/09/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/7268651455638761121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/7268651455638761121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/09/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-2526297350933446346</id><published>2011-08-25T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:21:48.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiness In My Eyes</title><content type='html'>Hey people! Its up for a time of an update :) I miss blogging but seriously, can't keep up to it. Medical students don't have time, I have lost the interest to write too! All I think about is the times that I'm gonna spend in Russia. Being all idle at home has left an impact. What other than laziness! :D LOL! Oh and btw, I have a new pair of glasses and I'm getting my hair dyed too, something close to golden brown and blonde...Shall update soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-2526297350933446346?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/2526297350933446346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/08/happiness-in-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/2526297350933446346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/2526297350933446346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/08/happiness-in-my-eyes.html' title='The Happiness In My Eyes'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-1286099682603314624</id><published>2011-08-24T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:06:55.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I shall never stay the same....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-1286099682603314624?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/1286099682603314624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-i-shall-never-stay-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/1286099682603314624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/1286099682603314624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-i-shall-never-stay-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-8864215759055538746</id><published>2011-08-18T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:33:47.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could Speak of Love</title><content type='html'>Leaving to Russia makes me a little worried of situations. Sadness and loneliness resides deep in my heart. I always imagined myself by the window on a snowy Christmas morning with a cup of coffee (koafe, in Russian).  Thinking about the things that I’ll definitely miss in Malaysia, the food, my warm family, my besties-Bal, Luke, Abi, Mel, Vaishu, Lava, and everyone else in April Intake. Foundations moved really fast for me but sometimes I wish it didn’t. Time has always been the missing factor. As for me, I’ve never been away from home for more than two weeks and trust me, 10 months is gonna be tough for me. Looking at the lives of other  medical practitioners in my family, they have been really strong mentally  and I have been reminded that the medical field wouldn’t be easy  but I was also told that the key to hold on is nothing less than to not give up. Atta Jerry, my cousin. He has always been a great example or rather a mentor. Studying Medicine in Indonesia is never easy but yet, his never ending hard work pulled it through. Being inspired is not the key to be strong. I guess being inspired is just the beginning or the starting point to where it really is. Paediatrics Oncology- Children die everyday of uncontrolled mitosis that leads to cancer. Cancer cells are mostly influenced by the genetic stage in the childhood or teenage stage. The compassion I have for kids has drawn me to this. I’ve had attachments at General Hospital and looking at kids in the paediatrics ward always pushed me forward. The years of being away from home and studying will pay back to my society and is more important than anything else. I thank God for the opportunity that God has given me together with everything that which is in His will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-8864215759055538746?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/8864215759055538746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/08/leaving-to-russia-makes-me-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/8864215759055538746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/8864215759055538746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/08/leaving-to-russia-makes-me-little.html' title='If I could Speak of Love'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-8141718678775624938</id><published>2011-07-14T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T06:34:22.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>Sweetness! :)</title><content type='html'>If I stand up and tell myself 'No, thats not how I choose it to be' then I'll stand strong for myself. I don't need anyone to tell me what I should do or even bullying me when I just sit there and do nothing but lie to myself in fear and low esteem. After 7 months of suffering with that, I finally realised on my last day of college, That my esteem, my confidence, my pride/dignity is way more precious. My friends always remain the same importance, I love them &amp;lt;3 Abirami Mogan, Balminder Singh, Melvinder Singh, SuPing Yam, Lavanya Ravi, and Vaisnavi Kumarasamy &amp;lt;3 And the others too, You guys rock! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-8141718678775624938?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/8141718678775624938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweetness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/8141718678775624938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/8141718678775624938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness! :)'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-4534516786106211589</id><published>2011-06-07T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T03:11:52.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints I leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg9_DR_wL3o/Te34W5hE19I/AAAAAAAAABA/RwRLpNAR47E/s1600/Photo1591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg9_DR_wL3o/Te34W5hE19I/AAAAAAAAABA/RwRLpNAR47E/s400/Photo1591.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A bright new day in college, with friends and a good laugh to the 'pirework' filipino guy :) Something did boosts me up this very day and I guess its Jesus, I was actually doing Math :D *pats shoulder*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL! I told myself that I'm gonna work hard, each my footsteps is gonna leave a full print and not partial, I'm gonna work hard. Loves....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-4534516786106211589?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/4534516786106211589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-petaling-street-phenomena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/4534516786106211589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/4534516786106211589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-petaling-street-phenomena.html' title='Footprints I leave'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg9_DR_wL3o/Te34W5hE19I/AAAAAAAAABA/RwRLpNAR47E/s72-c/Photo1591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-5896391567656656069</id><published>2011-06-06T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:39:54.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thought,</title><content type='html'>I knew it from the look of his face, that something wasn't right. It was a depressing moment for me, I took a second to flashback of how days with him were spent. Being where I am today makes me realises the good of being in school. I miss the days where me and my friends just hang out at the back of the canteen having a small chat or merely &lt;strike&gt;gossiping&lt;/strike&gt;. The stress I face at college always taught me to be stronger. It was the courage that brought me up from my first semester till where I am now. Chocolate bars were only partial help, Jesus was there for me. There were days where I forgot the need of him with me and yet, He was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-5896391567656656069?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/5896391567656656069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/5896391567656656069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/5896391567656656069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/thought.html' title='The thought,'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-8372002729088505390</id><published>2011-06-06T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:19:46.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Rolles eyes* WHAT?</title><content type='html'>Advantage? What do you even understand by that word? It can be taking advantage, benefits or even superiority. But most of the time it applies to human as taking advantage which means taking opportunity of someone and being superior. I have met &lt;strike&gt;spoiled kids&lt;/strike&gt;. For the lack of words, spoiled is best described. I was thought when I was younger that appreciating someone for their good deeds is very important. For caring, loving and respecting. I wouldn't consider myself as a perfect example to this phenomena but I have known and will always know the boundaries that I carry. I have learned since young that helping a blind man cross a road, giving a seat to a pregnant or old lady is a seat in the LRT is a deed but is it practical to do all as stated and soon after that behave rudely to someone that cares? Loving, sharing, caring. What is the world without this three simple words that CANNOT be applied to the real world, no matter how much we're taught to apply the values that has been taught to us, it shall not come to pass till we start appreciating the hands of others that bless us because I'm sure, if you help a blind man today, tomorrow, he would definitely still remember you. But if you hurt the person whose close to you, then believe me, it would be a very bitter experience for who is loved is loved at heart and who is need is cared by the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-8372002729088505390?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/8372002729088505390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/rolles-eyes-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/8372002729088505390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/8372002729088505390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/rolles-eyes-what.html' title='*Rolles eyes* WHAT?'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-5152973624290731234</id><published>2011-06-06T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:04:24.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things I really want at this very moment</title><content type='html'>1. Time&lt;br /&gt;2. My cousins with me&lt;br /&gt;3. My friend to be less paranoid&lt;br /&gt;4. Ps, I love you..Cecilia Ahern.&lt;br /&gt;5. A BIGGG MAC&lt;br /&gt;6. My time test results to be good *except Math*&lt;br /&gt;7. Jesus to be with me &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-5152973624290731234?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/5152973624290731234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/7-things-i-really-want-at-this-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/5152973624290731234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/5152973624290731234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/7-things-i-really-want-at-this-very.html' title='7 things I really want at this very moment'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-2949799503535326428</id><published>2011-06-06T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T03:50:27.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet chocolates</title><content type='html'>There were days that just dragged me down from my class to just get to the store to get CHOCOLATES. I should say the stressful days always added bittersweet chocolates to my life. Assignments, CALL! PHYSICS, CHEMISTRY AND MATH! Dreaded! Sitting back, relaxing and just listening to the cries and laughs of babies (my nephews and niece) just makes me feel so chilled down. Oh did I say that I kinda lost my old blog? Just consider this as a continuation of the old one. Oh, I have no idea who reads all this, but seriously....Just don't take me seriously or sensitively cause I crap almost every other day :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have fun! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-2949799503535326428?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/2949799503535326428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/bittersweet-chocolates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/2949799503535326428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/2949799503535326428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/bittersweet-chocolates.html' title='Bittersweet chocolates'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869810363117846179.post-857202150661021132</id><published>2011-06-06T02:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T02:22:35.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your life and the World Today</title><content type='html'>I'm a typical 18 year old with big dreams and yet my personality just leads me to something I don't wanna be. I'm someone that many call the 'people' person. I like fun, socializing, serving the poor and WRITING! I self learned myself when I was younger that the failures I go through are not failures but failures that make me a better person. Failing in your exam doesn't make you a bad, problematic person but a person that is willing to do better. My mummy once told me that being smart is not just the key to success. Being equal on every side is SUCCESS. Socially, Mentally and Spiritually. I face problems everyday of my life and some people just expects me to be down and all moody I guess, But maybe that is not what I am. :) Failures, How do you define them? I think the meaning of failure is none other than our attitude to the failure itself. Colonel Sanders, the awesome person behind Kentucky Fried Chicken. He was rejected more than a thousand times. And woah! At least he never once did give up that maybe would have lead to his failure. He was so determined that I guess if it wasn't for his determination, we wouldn't enjoy the fried chicken of his recipe. I failed many many times and even now. I never once stopped because of this story that I had in my mind. Colonel Sanders, The rejection that he got from the people around him never once made him stop but always did boosts him up. I don't want be known for the person that becomes sad for the problems and the rejection that I face. I want to be known as the person that still smiles regardless for what the world can offer. If the world thinks your weird, then tell them that its not them to judge you but God. Do you feel  annoyed when your friend just smiles after being in a total mess? I guess, its not the right feeling that you should be having or even the right attitude to that person. *I don't guess, I meant, IT IS NOT RIGHT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can never say anything good to someone, don't say bad, cause that is nothing than bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living according to certain philosophies just doesn't reach my head. I wanna live to how my personality is. I wanna live to how God has made me with. Its what he has made me as, is what I am. Who am I? I'm what that God has made me to be. I don't live for anyone to judge cause only hypocrites do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I love dancing when I'm miserable but I never had the chance to do so :( LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just add to add one more thing is that if someone can influence you, that means your not strong in your own inner character. Be what you are, don't let situations of others take over you cause trust me, that is typical selflessness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869810363117846179-857202150661021132?l=annvarughese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/feeds/857202150661021132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/your-life-and-world-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/857202150661021132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869810363117846179/posts/default/857202150661021132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annvarughese.blogspot.com/2011/06/your-life-and-world-today.html' title='Your life and the World Today'/><author><name>Ann Varughese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955348999302384614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcLKXcqt0rw/TeyJkDaklqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ivB3GcNxQ1Q/s220/66419_1339923233060_1680543824_664384_4556913_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
