<?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-6863674163113366481</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:57:33.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Nothing in Particular</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863674163113366481.post-5788065203911333485</id><published>2007-05-06T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:39:01.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IpaAduYz9I/Rj1b1wthWKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cxPUMABMBqQ/s1600-h/Alimanju%27s+drawing+2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IpaAduYz9I/Rj1b1wthWKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cxPUMABMBqQ/s320/Alimanju%27s+drawing+2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061302535401330850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was drawn for me by my little niece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-5788065203911333485?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5788065203911333485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=5788065203911333485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5788065203911333485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5788065203911333485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/05/beautiful-picture.html' title='A beautiful picture'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IpaAduYz9I/Rj1b1wthWKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cxPUMABMBqQ/s72-c/Alimanju%27s+drawing+2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863674163113366481.post-2172766280308308221</id><published>2007-04-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:51:17.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing tooth!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I got an sms from my sister yesterday telling me that my youngest nephew has lost his first tooth... at last! He wants me to put it up on my blog so NOW YOU KNOW! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Isn't it great being a kid? I mean, that's the only time in life I'd think I'd be happy about losing teeth!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my books now. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-2172766280308308221?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2172766280308308221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=2172766280308308221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/2172766280308308221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/2172766280308308221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/04/missing-tooth.html' title='Missing tooth!!!'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-1589787098079155855</id><published>2007-04-25T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:21:50.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest we forget</title><content type='html'>They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old,&lt;br /&gt;Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.&lt;br /&gt;At the going down of the sun and in the morning&lt;br /&gt;We will remember them.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the Fallen&lt;/span&gt;, Laurence Binyon (1869 - 1943)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-1589787098079155855?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1589787098079155855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=1589787098079155855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/1589787098079155855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/1589787098079155855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/04/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest we forget'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-404457812105219486</id><published>2007-02-28T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:43:39.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the war is over</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to John Farnham tonight. I read last night of a boy having drowned off Surfers Paradise. That is so sad. His mate couldn't help him as they had been caught in a rip. His body was finally found at Mermaid Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss looking at the Pacific Ocean. I can't imagine how many lives have been lost to the waters there. John Farnham's magical voice always reminds of the Pacific. I miss watching the sun rise over the ocean. The scene always brought peace to me. I miss hearing the waves crash onto the shore in the dead of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burleigh Heads was my fave beach though. I loved climbing the rocks and looking for stones in the puddles. I wish I could go back there one day to just breathe in that ocean air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-404457812105219486?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/404457812105219486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=404457812105219486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/404457812105219486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/404457812105219486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-war-is-over.html' title='When the war is over'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-8549953763737036001</id><published>2007-02-27T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:37:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here...</title><content type='html'>I hadn't written in a long time, eh? Well, it's just that there hasn't been much to say. I've been kept busy and I've been reading a lot but I've taken a break the past week. It was my birthday a week ago and my best friend sent me something I absolutely love... a Tom Jones cd set! hehehe She knows me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a short one. Hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-8549953763737036001?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8549953763737036001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=8549953763737036001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/8549953763737036001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/8549953763737036001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here...'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-8316896299418412733</id><published>2007-02-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:49:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had coffee with a friend a couple of days ago. It was loads of fun. We walked around and looked at the shops for a bit too. It was nice to go out and just enjoy the company of another human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't watched 'Borat' which is a shame because  I doubt I'd have this much time on my hands next week. So perhaps I should go to the movies on Monday. I never like going to the movies on the weekend. The cinema tends to be dreadfully crowded and noisy. I hate that. Perhaps I'll watch "The Queen'. I heard it's quite good. I watched 'The Mummy II' for the millionth time last week. I never get tired of watching it. I think Brendon Fraser is sooooooo cute. That's more than enough reason to watch his movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get a haircut this weekend. My hair is growing really quickly and it's all over my face right now. I feel like Cousin It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-8316896299418412733?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8316896299418412733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=8316896299418412733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/8316896299418412733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/8316896299418412733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/02/it.html' title='It'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-4578602850322829081</id><published>2007-01-29T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:01:03.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel, are you reading this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've had another lazy weekend. I didn't do much apart from some housework. You know, I enjoy doing the ironing. I know, many people hate it. It's just that once I get started, I can't stop. So today, when I got through the entire ironing pile, I started ironing the bedlinen. Ha ha, how anal is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ate a little too much today. I had a heavy lunch, light tea and huge dinner. Darn! There goes my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to meet a friend for tea on Wednesday. I'm looking forward to that. I always enjoy a cup of tea and it's doubly fun when I have someone to talk to whist drinking it. We haven't decided where we'll have tea at. I want to some place where I can have nibblies like sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for jelly beans now but I haven't got any at home.  I like the green ones the most. I like the ones by Allens which you can get from KMart. But there isn't a KMart where I live now and so, no Allens.  I hope my best mate is reading this and so she'll post me some Allens jelly beans from KMart for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my birthday, it's not so far away. In about three weeks, I'll be a year older than I am now. I was watching America's Funniest Videos yesterday and this kid made this fabulous discovery whilst looking at the calendar. At the top of his voice he shouted, "Hey Mom! I was born on my birthday!" That just cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,  time to go to sleep and dream of talking doughnuts. It's true, I really dreamt of a huge talking chocolate doughnut the other afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;8-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-4578602850322829081?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4578602850322829081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=4578602850322829081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/4578602850322829081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/4578602850322829081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/lazy-weekend.html' title='Mel, are you reading this?'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863674163113366481.post-796155075857304662</id><published>2007-01-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:42:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who hears my voice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I got my voice back today...okay just a little bit of it. But I can be noisy again...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-796155075857304662?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/796155075857304662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=796155075857304662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/796155075857304662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/796155075857304662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-hears-my-voice.html' title='Who hears my voice?'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-4169236958315827353</id><published>2007-01-26T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:33:43.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad broadband service can be a nuisance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am very annoyed right now. I have spent a good part of this evening trying to connect to the internet. The signal keeps getting lost and this is supposed to be broadband! Heavens, even Telstra provided better broadband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So today is Australia Day and I suspect fireworks are going off somewhere now. I remember the beautiful fireworks over the Swan River. Absolutely spectacular. Was is by LotteryWest? I can't recall but the Gold Coast fireworks can't ever hold a candle to what you get in Perth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's rainy today. I slept for a long time this afternoon and it was nice to wake up to the rain. Do you guys like the rain? All I need now are a warm throw and some chocolate. Yum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I finished reading "Mercy" during the week. I didn't like the ending. If you know me well enough, you'd know why. I'm reading the Harry Potter series again now. I borrowed the ones I didn't have from my nephews. I like those books. Every time I read a Harry Potter book, I think of one of my best mates from uni. He's the funniest guy I know. He used to do this thing to make me smile; he'd pretend to be a teddy bear in a microwave oven. Okay, before you start thinking I'm some kind of lunatic who thinks teddys in ovens are funny, it was the way he spoke that make me crack up. He would do this little teddy bear voice (well, just pretend you know what they sound like) and it never failed to make me smile. I know he'll be enjoying himself at the fireworks. Oh, wait I'm going all over the place. He likes Harry Potter too and when I went for the first screening of the latest movie outside the States, he tried to put a hex on me. Oh well, he tried. It didn't work! I still watched the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do you know that I like to go for movies by myself? I think I'll go see Borat next week. I mean, if I wait and wait for someone to go with me, I'll be older than I already am. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And talking about being older, I'm less than a month away from my birthday. Not that I'm looking forward to it. I'll be missing Cass a lot. She came two years ago to see me for my birthday and last year, she was my only friend who actually posted me a birthday present. I mean, I got lots of smses and stuff but it's entirely different to get a present in the post. You know, I tried to call her on her birthday. The whole world was celebrating Christmas that day but it was Cass' birthday to me. I didn't know she was already gone by then. I miss my friend a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-4169236958315827353?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4169236958315827353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=4169236958315827353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/4169236958315827353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/4169236958315827353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-broadband-service-can-be-nuisance.html' title='Bad broadband service can be a nuisance'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-2848906186958542107</id><published>2007-01-22T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:00:44.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still voiceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hey there! I'm still without a voice so I spent a good part of yesterday writing. I wrote to my best friend and you know, it's really therapeutic to do so. I can always tell her things that I tell no one else. And it really helps that she listens and doesn't try to fix my problems. I hate it when I sometimes need to just get things off my chest and someone tries to fix them. The process of unloading helps me to heal. I don't know if that is the same with other people. I also wrote some poems. I don't know if they're any good but I enjoyed writing them all the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I watched the Tyra Banks Show this morning over breakfast for there was nothing much to read in the papers again. She is very down-to-earth for someone so gorgeous, isn't she? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am off to read the online news now. Hopefully there'll be something intelligent to read and not some more rubbish about Big Brother. I'm sick to death about that! I'll probably write more later. See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-2848906186958542107?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2848906186958542107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=2848906186958542107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/2848906186958542107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/2848906186958542107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/still-voiceless.html' title='Still voiceless'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-3004764168722041712</id><published>2007-01-21T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:33:12.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Ned?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hello all. Sorry I've been away from my computer for a while. It's been very difficult to write. I found out last week that a very good friend had died and it was too shocking for me. And it was a nightmare not knowing where and when she was buried. Do you know how many cemetaries they have in Victoria? It's crazy. I guess I will ahve to make that trip to Melbourne one day, after all. I still see her face when I shut my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I got a comment on my last posting. I haven't the faintest idea as to who posted it. Oh well, my poetry blog is still out there but I haven't updated it for a while. (Deviation... one of my neighbours is cooking chicken curry. Smells real good.) Ned, if you tell me who you are and show me where your blog is, I'll send you my poetry blog address. I hope you enjoy reading my blog. Also, I haven't started on Wuthering Heights as yet. I seem to have misplaced the book. I'm currrently in the middle of reading two books. Jodi Picoult's "Mercy" is starting off pretty slow and it's getting a bit tedious to read it. I read her other book 'Vanishing Acts" last week. That was a bit better but I sort of expected that ending. I'm also reading Nathaniel Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter". Oh, I haven't read Bronte's poetry but I like Emily Dickinson's. I especially like "Almost!" and each time I read it, I see it in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;I should spend some time today taking photographs of my designs. I should but my head is feeling especially heavy. I woke up this morning with a really nasty headache and sore throat. I've also lost my voice so this would be a good time to give me a call...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make myself a nice cup of tea. If my head feels better later in the day, I'll write some more. Till then, take good care of yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-3004764168722041712?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3004764168722041712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=3004764168722041712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/3004764168722041712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/3004764168722041712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/ned.html' title='Who is Ned?'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-7963059990368950690</id><published>2007-01-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:34:23.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's already the fifth day of the new year and I've still not written anything in my dairy. I guess I could put in the essential things like my blood group and who needs to be informed in the event I'm in an accident. That's kind of gross, isn't it? I mean, that's almost like putting down in writing who has to collect your body from the morgue. I used to know someone who wanted very much to be assasinated. He wasn't popular or infamous. I guess though, in hindsight, that being a philosophy student was reason enough for many people to want to knock him off. Why do people dislike philosophy students? I always found them very interesting to speak to. If I live to be 50, I'd like to do a second degree in philosophy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I miss my uni friends a lot. I miss the conversations we used to have. I especially miss my best mate. She's a great deal younger than I am yet she is an absolute reservoir of knowledge. And compassion. That's important because it's useless to be really smart of you're heartless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was awake from 1.30 last night till almost 5 in the morning. I should get some sleep now. But chances are I'll lie in bed for hours with words dancing in my head. I had a brilliant new poem in my head last night but I made the horrendous mistake of not writing it down immediately. I'll think I'll write some more in my poetry blog now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Goodnight and sweet dreams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-7963059990368950690?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7963059990368950690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=7963059990368950690' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/7963059990368950690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/7963059990368950690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='The new year'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863674163113366481.post-591147761138571489</id><published>2006-12-31T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:36:44.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I haven't been writing for many days because I've not been well. I am feeling a little better today and I had a small glass of wine. That was nice. My parents and I decided to bring in the new year a little earlier in the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I watched the news yesterday but it was purely by accident that I switched on the telly. You see, I usually spend some time in the morning reading the papers but the papers these days have got nothing really interesting in them. So after breakfast, I switched on the telly, looking forward to a lazy day to be spent resting on the couch. And there was Larry King saying that the hanging was going to take place soon. I don't know. I didn't feel any sadness at his passing. Say what you want about the trial, but at the end of the day it wasn't a saint who went to the gallows. I think if you live and breathe violence, you don't get a pretty end. I just hope that peace will one day come to that land. It was the cradle of civilisation at one time. You know, not everyone is given that much power to exercise over so many people. He could have done good with it if he had chosen. He blew it big time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm going to watch 'Borat' with a mate when I get better. I am looking forward to that so much. I've seen the shots and I think they're hysterically funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh, my good friend sent me an sms last night saying that she needed to go on friendly dates and to set her up with eligible men I know. She also said to play down the desperate element. I thought it was so cute that I sent it out to all my friends. One friend smsed back almost immediately with two guys in mind. One seems too shy and the other too young. But then, should I be fussy? I do like someone but he lives far, far away. He's cute. Real cute. We've been friends for some years. But nothing more. Oh well, he is far, far away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My mum made this fabulous curry today and I think I'm going to have more of it in a bit. Maybe there are good things to look forward to in the new year after all. Like getting off this stupid medication that's causing all my pains, for starters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh, I've set up my poetry blog. but I've only put in one poem as yet. I'll put in more later. Okay, I'll sign off now. I hope you have a brilliant new year and take care of yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-591147761138571489?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/591147761138571489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=591147761138571489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/591147761138571489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/591147761138571489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-day-of-year.html' title='Last day of the year'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-8426386890860414951</id><published>2006-12-24T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:38:22.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mind is not an organ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm feeling like I've just been run over by a truck. My head is hurting terribly and my eyes are runny. Or should my nose be runny? Well, you get the picture. I'm not feeling well and that's just fine because it fits perfectly with my mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I don't particularly enjoy the end-of-the-year festivities. In fact, I dread them. I hate parties that take place especially on New Year's Eve. I don't understand why people feel the need to wish one another "Happy New Year". With the way the world is going, what is there really to be so happy about a new year? More pollution? More crime? More children forced into prostitution? More animals being harmed? More people to die of some wretched illness? More misery? More loneliness? I don't know, I really don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I know I'm whinging. And I'm enjoying it. You know what's even better than being in a foul mood? Spreading it!! Haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I should take this time on my hands to sort out my books. I have bought books through the year that I haven't had the time to read. I should be able to finish "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" by tomorrow at the latest and then I plan to settle down with "Wuthering Heights". I know, that's quite a change in scenery but I'm like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Perhaps I'm a serial bookiser. You know how there are people who flirt from one person to another? Well, the difference is that I love my books. Every single one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-8426386890860414951?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8426386890860414951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=8426386890860414951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/8426386890860414951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/8426386890860414951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/mind-is-not-organ.html' title='The mind is not an organ'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-4778406707323432367</id><published>2006-12-23T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:40:06.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mind is an abstraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;It has been a long day. It started off with my having to consistently walk behind people who chose to take up the entire path. I don't get that. I just don't. It's terribly annoying and really gets on my nerves. And somehow "excuse me" just doesn't cut it with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And then I got into the train. Isn't it really funny how every person in the train (well, almost every one) looks like a terrified little bunny being dragged to the slaughterhouse? Not that that would be funny if one was talking of real bunnies indeed because that would just be very sad. But why do people look so scared when a person stands at the doors and looks into the train? Where does it say that when you stand in the train, you must only look down or outside but never into the train and God forbid, even smile???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was just watching tv again. Zee was repeating the finals yet again. Well, I still think that Sharib and Bonjoytsna should have won. They are heaps better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My little niece has just smsed me to tell me that her front tooth in the bottom row has just fallen out. It's her first one and it's happened before her twin's got the chance to lose any. So he's very very cross right now. She's thrilled about it and has instructed me to tell everyone I know about it. She's such a delight. Actually, they both are. I also have three other nephews who say the craziest things things sometimes. They are so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Okay, I shall need to rest now. Goodnight all. I shall set up my poetry blog tomorrow. Yes, the torture awaits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-4778406707323432367?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4778406707323432367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=4778406707323432367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/4778406707323432367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/4778406707323432367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/mind-is-abstraction.html' title='The mind is an abstraction'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-3350572332207831536</id><published>2006-12-22T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:22:31.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was watching MTV again today and I nearly fell off my chair laughing when I saw Donny Osmond doing the geekiest dance ever. If you're clueless about which video I'm talking about, it's Weird Al's "White &amp;amp; Nerdy". Watch it, it's hilarious. It's even funnier than "Smells Like Nirvana".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-3350572332207831536?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3350572332207831536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=3350572332207831536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/3350572332207831536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/3350572332207831536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/funniest-video.html' title='Funniest video'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-2554947073341591467</id><published>2006-12-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:35:02.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I have a really pathetic life. I smsed my sister yesterday and I think she must have fallen off the chair laughing when she read it. You see, I was watching MTV whilst having tea. There was this video by Il Divo. Those guys are so cute, aren't they? Who cares what they're singing about! They are just so cute. Anyway, after that video was one with Clay Aiken in it. I think I've been off the dating scene for too long. I think Clay looks hot. I mean, he does look incredibly better than he did when he first auditioned for American Idol. Nevertheless, my love live is really absolutely positively non-existant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But then again, I can't really think of anyone I'd like to go out with. Does it matter at the end of the day? I mean, I do have lots more fun reading my books than I ever do being in conversation with someone. Perhaps that's my problem. It's just that books are a lot more interesting and stable. You always know where you stand with a book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I watched The Road Runner Show this morning. I wonder how many other people still laugh out loud at cartoons. I introduced my Dad to I.R. Babboon this arvo. It was nice to see him laugh. Maybe I'll be able to catch Johnny Bravo now. Goodnight all. Kisses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-2554947073341591467?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2554947073341591467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=2554947073341591467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/2554947073341591467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/2554947073341591467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-getting-late.html' title='It&apos;s getting late'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-3971242706285352515</id><published>2006-12-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:42:08.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I have just returned from the temple after the Athma Shanti pooja for my Grandma. I was very sad this afternoon because the prayers tonight are the last for my Grandma after her passing. I still miss her very very much. I just wish I could give her one more hug and she could squeeze my cheeks one more time and knock my glasses off my nose. She was very cheeky and always made me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I miss my Naughty Pati. She was so cool. She had real tattoos! On both arms! She got them when she was quite young. Apparently, she earned the wrath of her dad when he eventually found about about the tattoos. Well, I think my mum would flip if I ever got tattoos! It's just as well that I wouldn't want tattoos on my body in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Rest in peace, Granny. I love you lots. Thank you for loving me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-3971242706285352515?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3971242706285352515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=3971242706285352515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/3971242706285352515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/3971242706285352515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/prayer-for-grandma.html' title='Prayer for Grandma'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-6217238017075142849</id><published>2006-12-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:39:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Isn't it sad when someone passes on? Especially when it's someone who's brought laughter to millions? I still love watching The Flintstones, Tom and Jerry and Scooby Doo. Sometimes when it's late at night and I get lonely, I turn on the cartoon channels and hope that they're showing some old classic. I don't like the new ones. I still laugh at Wile E. Coyote. He's either really dumb or a forerunner to Nike's slogan. Bring back the old cartoons. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And may all the cartoonists of long ago rest in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-6217238017075142849?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6217238017075142849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=6217238017075142849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/6217238017075142849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/6217238017075142849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-5197765800261271132</id><published>2006-12-20T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:03:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That annoying song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm watching Zee tv now and they're showing a music video of that really annoying song. It's the one where this guy keeps singing out my middle name. Usually I hear my first name being used in songs but this one never fails to make me cringe. Nails on a blackboard sound better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-5197765800261271132?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5197765800261271132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=5197765800261271132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5197765800261271132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5197765800261271132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-annoying-song.html' title='That annoying song'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-5869805813372474850</id><published>2006-12-20T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:45:31.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer is 42...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I have had a truly hard time since I last wrote here. I had the misfortune of seeing someone very close and dear to me be very ill over the weekend and it scared me that she would never be better. I guess it is at that point that one realises how fragile life really is. Isn't it almost funny how life never fails to give us blows beneath the belt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I've been seriously stuffing my face with copius amounts of butter cookies. Tonight I feel like fruit cake. My sis told me yesterday about this absolutely fantabulous cake that she had baked. It seems though that it has mysteriously disappeared. Methinks me nephews had something to do with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished that book. No, I shan't tell you whether the little girl had indeed be speaking to God. That's something you need to discover for yourself only by reading the book. I found out from someone that strange things happen when you least expect them to. I wonder though whether God needs anti-depressants seeing the mess human beings have created on this planet. I think some of us should never have come down from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rereading "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". That's a book that never fails to cheer me up. I remember reading it in Brisbane, having borrowed it and the rest of Adam's books from my then-landlord, the Robert Plant fan. If you haven't read it, you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considering setting up another blog for my poetry. No, it's not as bad as Vogon poetry - not even by a long shot! But I have second thoughts (about setting up the blog and not the standard of my poetry) because I don't want some oddball out in cyberspace lifting my poems and saying it's his/hers. So, if you want to read my poetry and not compare it with Vogon poetry, email me and let me know. If I'm in a good mood, I'll send a poem off to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fruit cake time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-5869805813372474850?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5869805813372474850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=5869805813372474850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5869805813372474850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5869805813372474850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/answer-is-42.html' title='The answer is 42...'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-6797595414660188116</id><published>2006-12-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:05:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I think I shall have to be really strict with myself and restrict myself to no more than one cookie a day. I had six! I couldn't help it! :p I have been good for quite a while; several months, in fact. It's just that for some reason, I just couldn't stop myself tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have decided that I shall have to get back to exercising. I have made up my mind. I just have to stick with it. I could do it earlier this year so I don't see why I can't go back to it. Okay, here's a promise. Ten sit-ups by the middle of January. Let's see, that could pose a problem but then again, that's my problem to deal with. So, if you're reading this, remember to tap me on the shoulder on January 15th of next year and make me do ten sit-ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-6797595414660188116?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6797595414660188116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=6797595414660188116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/6797595414660188116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/6797595414660188116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/butter-cookies.html' title='Butter cookies'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863674163113366481.post-1991603420375316283</id><published>2006-12-16T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:04:52.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;It has been a lazy, lazy, lazy Saturday for me. I spent a good part of last night curled up in bed with my book. It's called "Keeping Faith" and it's by Jodi Picoult. It is a really good book. I had to tear myself from it at about 1.30am. In the dead of the night, my mind just kept going on and on, thinking about the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a little child who speaks to God. The thing is that not everyone thinks she's really seeing God. Or rather the God they know. It's really good. I'm about three-quarters through the book so I'm planning to finish it tonight. I don't like finishing a good book though for I then suffer from withdrawal pangs. I read another of her books a couple of months ago and I remember thinking that the story would just continue in some other book. Or rather, I wished it would have. That book, by the way, is "My Sister's Keeper". I won't spoil your fun and tell you what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's really nice to be lost in a good book. My sister had been telling me so much about these books (she's got the entire series) and when she voluntarily allowed me to borrow them (without my having to beg) I thought I had struck gold. Actually I did. This lady Picoult is able to create characters who are so realistic. That's nice. It's almost as though she's writing about your next-door neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another book I had read a few months ago that was thoroughly enjoyable. It's by the woman who wrote "Mistress of Spices". This one was about two cousins who grow up in Calcutta. It's quite funny and sad at times. I read it over the weekend and when I was done with it, I felt like I had just had a conversation with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my best friend, she reads more than I do. She's real smart and has gone back to uni for a second degree. And the best thing is that her present studies require her to read so many many many books every single week. How lucky is she????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stalk the Kitchen Goddess now and get some butter cookies. I absolutely love butter cookies. Yes, I know they're terribly sinful to have at night, but I'm human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, talk to you later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-1991603420375316283?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1991603420375316283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=1991603420375316283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/1991603420375316283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/1991603420375316283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-3071691457475951385</id><published>2006-12-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:12:55.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loooong day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;This has been an extremely long day, for some reason. I can't really figure out why I'm so tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of having lunch with my Girl Guide mistress today. She finally remembered me. I guess there is only so much one could forget of a noisy student who couldn't keep still. :)&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice chat with her and it was nice to speak to a former teacher. It made me think of my little French boy. He's now a teenager but it so sweet that he still remembers me. I guess one tends to keep their teachers, especially their special ones, close at heart. Which reminds me, I must call my sociology lecturer next week. She's a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice surprise this afternoon. I was up in the office doing some work and my boss came over with some milk and a cream cookie for me (there goes all hope of my losing some weight...), oh and a grin, too. It got me thinking of how my former partner (aka turdbreath, greek non-god, dufus) used to do that everytime I was studying. That put me into a foul mood for just a second. I told myself that it's nice that this time around it was a friend who is sincere and kind who did it. So I enjoyed the cookie and milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something strange is going on in my room. Everytime I walk into the room, the fan is turning round and round. What's so strange about that? Well, simply because I keep on switching it off!! Spooky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the battery is beginning to run low on the lap top and so I'll sign off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people. Hugs and kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-3071691457475951385?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3071691457475951385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=3071691457475951385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/3071691457475951385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/3071691457475951385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/loooong-day.html' title='Loooong day'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-9073191780297211455</id><published>2006-12-13T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:28:52.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have just set up my new blog. I'll need to take some photos of my designs and put them up ever there. I think that's going to take a couple of days. Or it might take a couple of hours. But I'm just too lazy right now to get the camera and the wires out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-9073191780297211455?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/9073191780297211455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=9073191780297211455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/9073191780297211455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/9073191780297211455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-6539566633976112390</id><published>2006-12-13T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:07:42.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarian food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;So how has everyone been? It's beeen a while since I logged on to write here. It's been a hectic week and I finally got the chance to have a bit of a rest this arvo. But then again, I almost passed out... let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Damn Bloody Stupid place today. Was the queue never-ending! I thought it'd be good if I got out of the place by the end of the week. Well, my mum and I needed to have lunch soon after so we set off on our little adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmph! Everywhere we found vegetarian food, there were suspicious-looking dishes. I don't get this but why do vegetarian stalls feel compelled to make food look like meat? I mean, it doesn't work the other way. I've yet to find a place that does meat to look like vegetables. Can't the vegetables and tofu just remain as they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I had lunch, I came back home to have a nap. I'm not sure if a 2-hour snooze qualifies as a nap but I was dead tired. When I got up, I saw spots all over. It was quite scary. I guess I've reacted to the annoying msg. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long day at work tomorrow. I should get some more rest. But I'm pretty tempted to make another necklace tonight. I've made 3 sets so far this week. One is for a young chappie who walked into the shop a couple of days ago. My mates think the necklace looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I recognised my Girl Guide mistress from my secondary school days. She didn't recall who I was but I don't blame her. I look very different from the teenager I was. Nevertheless it's quite shocking to see someone after more than 2 decades and realise that they still look like their photos in the old school mag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay beautiful people, I shall love you and leave you. I am contemplating setting up a separate blog to sell my designs. If I have time tonight, I shall get down to setting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-6539566633976112390?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6539566633976112390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=6539566633976112390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/6539566633976112390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/6539566633976112390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/vegetarian-food.html' title='Vegetarian food'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-5599826393621527171</id><published>2006-12-05T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:32:03.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink mind games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Haha! I have a pink blog now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-5599826393621527171?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5599826393621527171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=5599826393621527171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5599826393621527171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5599826393621527171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha-i-have-pink-blog-now.html' title='Pink mind games'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-5615743678778651041</id><published>2006-12-05T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:32:37.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;And so this a new day. I went back to work today and it was good to be able to do that. Oh, someone walked into the shop today and bought one of my pieces. Isn't that cool? So someone is going to be walking around Newcastle wearing one of my creations... :) That just makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching tv whilst having dinner. I think Dewey is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grandma a lot. I was thinking of her fabulous smile today on my way back home in the bus. I also thought of her yummy fruit cake which I won't get to taste again till I get to Heaven. My granny was such a fantastic cook. She gave me her biscuit press earlier this year. I was very surprised when she gave it to me. She told me that my granddad had bought that for her years ago. Well, considering my grandpa passed away almost 20 years ago, that was a very long time ago. I will bake some biscuits for her greatgrandchildren so that they will always remember her too.&lt;br /&gt;Can I get this post in colour? I'm going to try and figure out if I can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-5615743678778651041?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5615743678778651041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=5615743678778651041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5615743678778651041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/5615743678778651041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-this-new-day.html' title='Sold!'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-6682533460759730305</id><published>2006-11-26T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:09:04.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well, I've survived this week. It has been truly horrible, to say the least. I guess it's always hard to see a grandparent pass on but this was the only grandparent I ever knew. I miss her terribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-6682533460759730305?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6682533460759730305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=6682533460759730305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/6682533460759730305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/6682533460759730305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-day-another-life.html' title='Another day, another life'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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-6863674163113366481.post-2498571699403547571</id><published>2006-11-22T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:09:23.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;And so I have finally set up my blog. Let's keep our fingers crossed and hope that I'll be able to remember my password later! Heheh... been having a bit of trouble with that lately.&lt;br /&gt;So, I now have a foot in cyberspace. I'm not planning to change the world; just planning to put a little bit of grammar back into cyberspace!&lt;br /&gt;I am off now to check on dinner. I'll be back later to write some more about nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863674163113366481-2498571699403547571?l=ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2498571699403547571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863674163113366481&amp;postID=2498571699403547571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/2498571699403547571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863674163113366481/posts/default/2498571699403547571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashwinibrinda.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>bellabrinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053333909175561240</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></feed>
