<?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-3780675847902942729</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:57:10.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official Blog of Anis Amyra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anis Amyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16707168611920637958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/TMdUIBhkZ5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jhx1D-WQtB8/S220/BB+image+5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780675847902942729.post-8500070452589796531</id><published>2010-02-09T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:43:12.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Too Shall Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S3E3eF5BjrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ix3IRnDDC-4/s1600-h/DSC07653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S3E3eF5BjrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ix3IRnDDC-4/s320/DSC07653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436187215329857202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Babe, although this up here may just seem like a workart due to boredness, but I really mean every shit that I wrote on it. And lastly, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;sick and tired of arguing with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;. So please, bare in mind that I really really do want things to get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S3E2PMr4atI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dsAApm729Cs/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S3E2PMr4atI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dsAApm729Cs/s320/DSC01119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436185859944114898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;As for yesterday, we watched 'Adnan Sempit' at OU. I wasn't actually the type who enjoys watching malay movies. But however, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Abg Azry&lt;/span&gt; convinced me to go and watch it as it was hilarious and funny. So eventually, I was willing to waste some money on it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;And thnks &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ayinn&lt;/span&gt;, for escorting me all the way from home to OU and vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S3E1uMRTLvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz3d6FT-nlk/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S3E1uMRTLvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz3d6FT-nlk/s320/DSC01109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436185292896939762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S3E1YV_D5XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0NnjXGKscd0/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S3E1YV_D5XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0NnjXGKscd0/s320/DSC01113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436184917547672946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again:&lt;/span&gt; I don't feel like talking to you at the moment. So I think its best we stay put and just keep quite for a moment aite? Ily &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780675847902942729-8500070452589796531?l=anisamyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/feeds/8500070452589796531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-too-shall-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/8500070452589796531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/8500070452589796531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-too-shall-past.html' title='This Too Shall Past'/><author><name>Anis Amyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16707168611920637958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/TMdUIBhkZ5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jhx1D-WQtB8/S220/BB+image+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S3E3eF5BjrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ix3IRnDDC-4/s72-c/DSC07653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780675847902942729.post-5870966265514942392</id><published>2010-01-30T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T13:32:21.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was the busiest day I had so far since I started working with Secret Recipe. Moreover, there were only 4 staffs who reported for duty yesterday. My legs were aching most of the time. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ashraff &lt;/span&gt;was on leave yesterday, so I had to help out Kak Nadia with the kitchen. Although it was very tiring, but I gained a lot of new experiences and knowledge :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt;After completing the closing 'procedures', we punched out and ready to head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Shaz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt;went home first because her dearest mom was already waiting outside, while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;"&gt;Kak Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt; went home a lil late that night as her man arrived late. As for me, I had to ride home with our dearest supervisor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;"&gt;Abg Azry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt; on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;"&gt;motorbike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt;! Hahah. We wore no helmets at all during the ride but it was only a short ride after all :p Thanks bro, 'sap my corn'! HAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt;Btw : You're the most sympathetic girl I've ever met! You're just another &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bimbo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt;that corrupts the mind of all the people around you. It's like you're a brainwash machine or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt;Not to mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;"&gt;a maniac &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;STALKER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;"&gt;too ahha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780675847902942729-5870966265514942392?l=anisamyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/feeds/5870966265514942392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2010/01/numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/5870966265514942392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/5870966265514942392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2010/01/numb.html' title='No More Doubt'/><author><name>Anis Amyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16707168611920637958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/TMdUIBhkZ5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jhx1D-WQtB8/S220/BB+image+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780675847902942729.post-1623534470686144004</id><published>2010-01-28T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:54:21.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Cake Counters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F3u9ELJoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dS8jWuSDtuw/s1600-h/Secret+Recipe+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F3u9ELJoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dS8jWuSDtuw/s320/Secret+Recipe+red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431754274135287426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am now proud to tell the world that I am now &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMPLOYED&lt;/span&gt;! After all the beggings and the rebelling (the kinda thing I usually do when I want something real badly, you can even count in the 'suicide attempt' if it's a 'must-have or die' stuffs) I finally get to work! Thanks to my dad. Well, it would've been 'THANK YOU SO MUCH, ILOVEYOU DAD!' here if I didn't have to do the beggings and all. He's holding me back from applying for a job before this and I don't even know why. Anyhow, I got my place here at Secret Recipe. The staffs here are all cool and fun. I'm glad. The best thing about working here, I get to taste a lot of different foods everyday! :p I also get to learn how to prepare all those foods and drinks that previously got me thinking whenever I dine in a Secret Recipe restaurant , "This shit must've been freaking hard to prepare".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F3Yg5-cLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hee_eM0WeQk/s1600-h/DSC07756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F3Yg5-cLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hee_eM0WeQk/s320/DSC07756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431753888619196594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Right, and that happens to be my supervisor there . He's pretty cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F22iDZT5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/gKnD9lycD04/s1600-h/DSC07761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F22iDZT5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/gKnD9lycD04/s320/DSC07761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431753304811589522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; in the trainee uniform. But i only wore it for about 3days. Oh oh and I'm dutied under the service department (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F1Mf7zMkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LSlUJsKP58Q/s1600-h/DSC07755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F1Mf7zMkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LSlUJsKP58Q/s320/DSC07755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431751483176727106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Now this is our dearest supervisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Abg Azry Iskandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;As you can see, he's a bit shy when actually he's NOT ! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;His job is freaking stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;He's in charge of everything and anything in the outlet :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F0ax13vBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SfXXHZabMKY/s1600-h/DSC07758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F0ax13vBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SfXXHZabMKY/s320/DSC07758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431750628990237714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Zulkifly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; (service department) Ahha this one here can also be called as my 'sifu'. He teaches me how things around the premise works and handled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2Fz_WjpjeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qd7v-awKYqc/s1600-h/DSC07748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2Fz_WjpjeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qd7v-awKYqc/s320/DSC07748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431750157809585634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ashraff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(kitchen department) the man behind the cookings. He's real good at his job, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2Fzl-C72cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qFVO-iOQ-gY/s1600-h/DSC07752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2Fzl-C72cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qFVO-iOQ-gY/s320/DSC07752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431749721733192130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shazliana &lt;/span&gt;(barista department) the lady behind all the drinks and beverages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2FzSajQu6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6xS43hLO8Do/s1600-h/DSC07754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2FzSajQu6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6xS43hLO8Do/s320/DSC07754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431749385787587490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kak Nadia &lt;/span&gt;(kitchen department) the lady behind the cookings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd7c19536fded253" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd7c19536fded253%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032407%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21FE1DC34F30FD242D01569C82D74F0DAAD0531B.567226E3C4A578B44A99A4CBAA610F83CFAC284%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd7c19536fded253%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBNr16e_1GppJ312EE9l53vFnD58&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd7c19536fded253%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032407%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21FE1DC34F30FD242D01569C82D74F0DAAD0531B.567226E3C4A578B44A99A4CBAA610F83CFAC284%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd7c19536fded253%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBNr16e_1GppJ312EE9l53vFnD58&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;This video shows how silly and playful the staffs are when there aren't any customers around :p (in this video, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Abg Azry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kak Nadia&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780675847902942729-1623534470686144004?l=anisamyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/feeds/1623534470686144004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/1623534470686144004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/1623534470686144004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-recipe.html' title='Behind The Cake Counters'/><author><name>Anis Amyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16707168611920637958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/TMdUIBhkZ5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jhx1D-WQtB8/S220/BB+image+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S2F3u9ELJoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dS8jWuSDtuw/s72-c/Secret+Recipe+red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780675847902942729.post-9189354736248945575</id><published>2010-01-16T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:13:41.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J3OR9efMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wvv-vliv_lY/s1600-h/dyesebel_cast__by_Deric-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427531588157996226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J3OR9efMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wvv-vliv_lY/s320/dyesebel_cast__by_Deric-O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am currently addicted to this drama, 'Dyesebel' which is being aired on Astro Prima every Mon-Wed at 2pm . The first thing that caught my eye when I first watched this drama, was the mermaids. Yeapp, the story is really interesting. Basically, it tells us the love that Dyesebel (a mermaid) is having towards a human guy named Fredo. Dyesebel had saved Fredo from drowning. This is how she first met Fredo. Dyesebel had met the sea witch to echange her fin for human legs just to get ashore to meet Fredo. However, there was a lot of complications and troubles which folllowed her due to her reaction of getting those human legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J3D6OXIuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7JyTbc3Nveg/s1600-h/mari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427531409987674850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J3D6OXIuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7JyTbc3Nveg/s320/mari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Marian Rivera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;plays Dyesebel. Although she may seem like a gentle and a soft young lady, but I'm telling you, in this drama, she can be quite harsh sometimes but in a funny way of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J2yBbnRiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Cp6VKvfkneM/s1600-h/dingdong_dantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427531102684661282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 250px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J2yBbnRiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Cp6VKvfkneM/s320/dingdong_dantes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dingdong Dantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; plays Fredo. He's a really kind and good hearted man in this drama. However, he was forced by his father to marry Betty to settle some family debts or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J2mP2d8XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dOW4nzT3QoE/s1600-h/396c1e63d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427530900396962162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J2mP2d8XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dOW4nzT3QoE/s320/396c1e63d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bianca King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  plays Betty, Fredo's so-called girlfriend and fiancee. She's very mean  towards Dyesebel as she's jealous of the attention that Fredo's giving &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; tow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ards her (Dyesebel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J2XsKPNTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NNfaXV4_YTA/s1600-h/jean-garcia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427530650298037554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 218px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J2XsKPNTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NNfaXV4_YTA/s320/jean-garcia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Jean Garcia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; plays Dyesebel's biological mother. She was the queen of Sirenea at first, but after she transformed into a human, she was replaced by the evil Dyangga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J18voQH3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/QoI_n_qu6XQ/s1600-h/michelle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427530187372765042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 190px; height: 278px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J18voQH3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/QoI_n_qu6XQ/s320/michelle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Michelle Madrigal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;plays Queen Dyangga's daughter, Princess Berbola. She's a total brat in this drama who also falls for Fredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J1tl1ugdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Va8cjiSwrx0/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427529927046889938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 242px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J1tl1ugdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Va8cjiSwrx0/s320/340x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mylene Dizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;plays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;evil &lt;/span&gt;queen Dyangga who rules Sirenea, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kingdom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mer-people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780675847902942729-9189354736248945575?l=anisamyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/feeds/9189354736248945575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-boundaries_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/9189354736248945575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/9189354736248945575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-boundaries_16.html' title='Love Boundaries'/><author><name>Anis Amyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16707168611920637958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/TMdUIBhkZ5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jhx1D-WQtB8/S220/BB+image+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/S1J3OR9efMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wvv-vliv_lY/s72-c/dyesebel_cast__by_Deric-O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780675847902942729.post-678811335411257789</id><published>2009-09-03T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:45:58.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing For The Upcoming Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/SqC5c4-wOGI/AAAAAAAAABg/AfG1cyW6kBI/s1600-h/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377501861063440482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/SqC5c4-wOGI/AAAAAAAAABg/AfG1cyW6kBI/s320/prom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Awhhh c'mon mom, can I please please pleaseee have this dress for prom? Of course, it will be better if you can get me one that looks exactly like this! Heee :D They're simple but yet, so classy and elegant. Yeahh, I've seen one that's almost similar to this one at Midvalley but still, ahaha (; I'm tellin ya, this will go perfectly well with a pair of peeptoe or platform heels. When it comes to dresses, I like them mini coz I just love baring my neck, shoulders and legs. This may sound funny, but I'll feel like a total superstar walking down the red carpet with a shorter-than-me partner walking by my side! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*ahaha sorry b! (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyhow, I am still on the hunt for a prom dress, a clutch, and a pair of heels that will go really well with the dress that I'll be getting. There's just won't be a full-stop to the lust of shopping for the girlsss aitee? Haha. Goshhh, I just can't wait till' prom.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3780675847902942729-678811335411257789?l=anisamyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/feeds/678811335411257789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2009/09/preparing-for-upcoming-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/678811335411257789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780675847902942729/posts/default/678811335411257789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anisamyra.blogspot.com/2009/09/preparing-for-upcoming-prom.html' title='Preparing For The Upcoming Prom'/><author><name>Anis Amyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16707168611920637958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/TMdUIBhkZ5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jhx1D-WQtB8/S220/BB+image+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFe6WcCTq6g/SqC5c4-wOGI/AAAAAAAAABg/AfG1cyW6kBI/s72-c/prom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
