<?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-7225280117040829141</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:13:52.894+08:00</updated><category term='noctural'/><category term='I am wanting to learn it'/><category term='People change'/><category term='The pain is killing me .'/><category term='Mr Superman .'/><category term='I want them so badly :('/><category term='I want to party please .'/><category term='tired'/><category term='Its part of my life as a student'/><category term='Love it .'/><category term='It have always been about you .'/><category term='I wish I could tell the truth but I am afraid of the consequences'/><category term='STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.'/><category term='Much Misses'/><category term='My chest is in pain .'/><category term='Saya bosan :('/><category term='I had a very bad nightmare last night .'/><category term='stop giving me problem'/><category term='Mat rep to dancer'/><category term='Boy'/><category term='tomorrow :)'/><category term='I swear i hate you .'/><category term='Boredness'/><category term='Am still waiting'/><category term='Shagged'/><category term='Danish Kakak hope you are doing great ~'/><category term='FI1102'/><category term='1 more week :)'/><category term='I am hungry'/><category term='I am really sorry .'/><category term='I&apos;ll miss the world .'/><category term='Imy :)'/><category term='I know you know'/><category term='3rd post of the day'/><category term='Promises are not suppose to be broken'/><category term='We&apos;ll see how it goes'/><category term='Good night :)'/><category term='Danish kamu sungguh comel'/><category term='I&apos;m sorry~'/><category term='Handsome get well soon :)'/><category term='Let it go ~'/><category term='I feel so good :)'/><category term='I am not in a good mood'/><category term='Pig day'/><category term='I can be your melody'/><category term='You kept me wondering'/><category term='This is what I wanted .'/><category term='Give the best shot'/><category term='Don&apos;t trust me'/><category term='Wednesday.Wednesday.Wednesday.Wednesday.Wednesday.Wednesday.Wednesday.Wednesday.Wednesday.Wednesday'/><category term='Happy Birthday Mohd Rizman'/><category term='This is from the bottom of my heart'/><category term='You taught me the meaning of love'/><category term='Forever alone'/><category term='I&apos;m sorry'/><category term='I&apos;m a study freak ~'/><category term='&apos;m still in pain'/><category term='&quot;GILER&quot; I miss you a lot .'/><category term='He lied to me .'/><category term='Self-centred ~'/><category term='It&apos;s gonna go to a finishing'/><category term='Time to go'/><category term='I&apos;ll need to party'/><category term='Shawty&apos;s like a melody in my head'/><category term='Looking at your face make me feel damn sick .'/><category term='Let&apos;s dance'/><category term='tell me straight into my eye .'/><category term='STALKER .'/><category term='Better for a change .'/><category term='Missing those moments'/><category term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIANA .'/><category term='Happy Birthday to me .'/><category term='Starting to love poly life'/><category term='scary . . .'/><category term='Missing the Hongkies .'/><category term='Hell lots of fun with cuzzin .'/><category term='Happy Birthday Firdaus .'/><category term='Awesome date with my scandal :)'/><category term='Mr superman i miss you even more .'/><category term='i&apos;m sorie . 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Yes, I can say when I decide to leave you, I felt the loneliness. I don't mean to leave you but I just need some time to get over you. You make me fall in love with you. Yes, I am falling for you. Things happened and your feelings for me start to change. I can't accept the changes in you. After what we been through together. Remember when you say that you don't want to lose me. You don't want to be apart from me because we've been through a lot together and I was there when you were having problems or at your lowest. Think back of what you say, did your action shows it? I am doing this because I don't want to get myself hurt. From what I see, you don't even care about me already. No more text or calls from you. It's been three days since I log in to Facebook. Just to avoid disappointment. I know you've been crushing on this girl. I've been keeping track on you. Well, even if my feelings towards you won't change, I still have to move on. Things won't be the same and I have to be strong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-6840788510757766777?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6840788510757766777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-are-getting-harder-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6840788510757766777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6840788510757766777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-are-getting-harder-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-5610754917261811055</id><published>2011-11-13T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:45:35.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Things happen just like that. Up until today I still can't accept the fact that he make me like this. What did I do that I deserve to be treated like this? After what we been through for this past months. Whenever you're facing problem, I never fail to be there for you. NEVER. Why oh why must you do this to me? You told me its a mistake for leaving me but why are you still leaving me? Yes, I've been treating you harshly but you should know the reason why. Atleast I am still talking to you. I am still talking to you because I still want you in my life. Even if I can't have you, please stay. Whatever I do, wherever I go reminds me of you. Those plans that we make, just make me misses you even more. I miss you. I miss us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-5610754917261811055?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5610754917261811055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-happen-just-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5610754917261811055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5610754917261811055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-happen-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-9161389209449136840</id><published>2011-10-09T03:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T04:22:25.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You taught me the meaning of love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYU0v8ONDg4/TpChm5WnX1I/AAAAAAAAA00/Gprm-oBoKvc/s1600/pizap.com13181486312772.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYU0v8ONDg4/TpChm5WnX1I/AAAAAAAAA00/Gprm-oBoKvc/s400/pizap.com13181486312772.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661202421207490386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So sweet of Firdaus to make a collage out of my pictures taken yesterday. I thought he went to sleep but when I check my facebook, there he was. Yes, we went out yesterday. We hang out around town. Saw many familiar faces and some were unexpected. I'm just happy that we're back as before. What surprise me was, he kiss my cheek before he left. We were on the train with another friend of us. Indeed I am happy because he makes me feel special even infront of a friend when we're not even together. I'm just glad that you still treasure me. I'm looking forward for our outings to oversea. I'm excited for it. I'm not giving up on us like how you waited for me for months. When I say I'm not giving up on us, I really won't. Even if we're gonna stay like this forever, I know I want to be there right next to you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-9161389209449136840?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9161389209449136840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-sweet-of-firdaus-to-make-collage-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/9161389209449136840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/9161389209449136840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-sweet-of-firdaus-to-make-collage-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYU0v8ONDg4/TpChm5WnX1I/AAAAAAAAA00/Gprm-oBoKvc/s72-c/pizap.com13181486312772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-427068002347577446</id><published>2011-10-05T03:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T03:51:38.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is from the bottom of my heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ksoDiNMETo/TotawDQvGUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Pry8dfju_zI/s1600/248494_234037589945091_100000165548251_1168648_3468851_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ksoDiNMETo/TotawDQvGUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Pry8dfju_zI/s400/248494_234037589945091_100000165548251_1168648_3468851_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717138276882754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm getting very emotional as day goes by. I keep reflecting on my life and rather stay out from others. I have never been like this before. Everything happen so fast and when I know I found my happiness but things ruin because of my own mistake. How bad can that be? I was so foolish. Yes, I am! How sad can this be. Oh my, seriously. I didn't expect that such things will happen. Well, like what others say "Expect the unexpected". I have to learn to talk things out and never keep things to myself. I have to clear my doubts and not assume things. I spend day and night thinking about the same thing. Is this called love? Why does it affect me so much? I really don't know. Years past by and everyone kept saying about me. Am I fussy or what that I don't accept any guys into my life but fact is, I just don't know if I should because I don't want to end up hurting myself. Maybe I was but I never let anyone in. When I met you, I thought we will just be friends. Even during our first meet up, we were so close. I am comfortable whenever I'm with you. I still remember our first conversation. Names that we call each other. Literally, I can remember every details since we first met. Everything about us is so coincidence. Yes, you're the sweetest guy that I ever known and I really mean it. Our sweet memories come haunting me back. Whenever I think about that, I would smile to myself and wish that I will have those moments again in the future. You know you're the guy who opens my heart. When I say I want to be your girlfriend, I was convinced enough. There's no other guy that manage to convince me but you. My friends were happy for me because finally they could see me happy with someone. I go through alot all by myself. I get hurt by others problem after problem and I am still standing strong. I manage to handle it on my own even when I was at my lowest. People see me as that cheerful girl who don't know the meaning of hardship or heartbreaks or whatever they call it. Reason being, I keep everything to myself and doesn't want to be a burden to anyone. I always care about how others feel but not me. I put others first before me. For once, I want somebody to be there to love me for who I am. I want someone to show me the true meaning of love. Every 10 of October reminds me of something. This year 10 October means 4 years of independent. Yes, for four years I've been leaving like this and  no one knows how I feel throughout this four years. Maybe I am too young to talk about love but look I'm getting older. I will just have to accept what god has for me. If I am meant to be with the guy above, Insya'allah we will be. Md Firdaus Bin Jumari, I just want you to know that you're the guy who make me feel special the guy that I won't regret knowing even if you were to leave me one day. I love you :')&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-427068002347577446?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/427068002347577446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-getting-very-emotional-as-day-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/427068002347577446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/427068002347577446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-getting-very-emotional-as-day-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ksoDiNMETo/TotawDQvGUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Pry8dfju_zI/s72-c/248494_234037589945091_100000165548251_1168648_3468851_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-100099863084759340</id><published>2011-10-04T02:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T02:34:08.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m sorry~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Md firdaus bin jumari'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's sad when things have to happen and whatever you were looking forward for vanish just like that. Few days have past but I still can't get over it. Disappointed with myself over what happen. Never felt this sad of my own action but yea I did. Well,  what to do. Things happened and there's no way to change it. I'll just have to accept whatever comes in my way. I can say that it is my fault. Never expect such things to happen. Day and night I keep thinking about the same thing. I once thought that we would be together. I've decided on that because I know you're the one who can make me happy and I don't want to lose you neither. Now I know how it feels like to be loving someone that doesn't love you back. I will just hope for the best. I love you and it is from the bottom of my heart :')&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-100099863084759340?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/100099863084759340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-sad-when-things-have-to-happen-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/100099863084759340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/100099863084759340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-sad-when-things-have-to-happen-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2217191799760403868</id><published>2011-09-17T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:42:54.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I really mean something to you. You say you love me but look at the recent incident. I get all confuse. If you love me, why you have to do that. It hurts alot. Why do you need to hide things from others? I just don't understand why. I am trying so hard to convince myself that you've changed and whatever I heard from others are all your past and not your present. I have never ever thought of you being like this. It's not that I don't trust you but look at what you have done. I don't want to end up hurting myself. I have enough and I hope you really prove it to me. You know that it's hard to gain my trust. Better work hard for it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2217191799760403868?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2217191799760403868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-i-wonder-if-i-really-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2217191799760403868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2217191799760403868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-i-wonder-if-i-really-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-204056382239684053</id><published>2011-08-13T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T02:51:07.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I didn't expect things will turn out this way. At moment like this, I need someone to talk to but I just don't want to tell others what I feel. Those memories keep haunting me back. Sometimes I wish that you won't enter my life. This is not a matter of heartbreak but with your situation like this. Haiss :/ How long will it last? As you wish, I'll fulfill what you want. I will have to make myself busy with studies. How am I suppose to when I know my mind is somewhere else thinking about you?! Have you ever wonder if it will affect me badly? I am trying myself to stay strong. It's been a week. I know you're the one suffering. You're the one handling all the pain. I'm just over here hearing your problems. I just don't want to add to your burden. I will have to learn to be alone right now. Without having to complain anything you and stuffs. I shall tell my problems or whatsoever to this blog. As a replacement of you for the time being. I hope you are doing fine. I know you've been sick for past few days. Please takecare of yourself. I'm looking forward to hear from you soon. Remember I'm always here to give you my support. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-204056382239684053?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/204056382239684053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-didnt-expect-things-will-turn-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/204056382239684053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/204056382239684053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-didnt-expect-things-will-turn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3651607908346535558</id><published>2011-08-11T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T02:35:48.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFAONm5gxI8/TkLMumZrXiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LtxgL2XMlRE/s1600/280284_263249300357253_100000165548251_1282073_7441350_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFAONm5gxI8/TkLMumZrXiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LtxgL2XMlRE/s400/280284_263249300357253_100000165548251_1282073_7441350_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639294784375578146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know you never choose to be this way. I can't talk much about what's happening because I never know what's going to happen when you reader know about this. Md Firdaus Bin Jumari, wherever you are please do takecare of yourself. I miss you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-3651607908346535558?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3651607908346535558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-know-you-never-choose-to-be-this-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3651607908346535558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3651607908346535558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-know-you-never-choose-to-be-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFAONm5gxI8/TkLMumZrXiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LtxgL2XMlRE/s72-c/280284_263249300357253_100000165548251_1282073_7441350_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7732916063230681744</id><published>2011-07-28T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:41:41.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kenape semua orang tak boleh tengok keluarga aku senang. Keluarga aku pun ade masalah. Fikir kita jual rumah beh duit belambak uh. Babi la. Keluarga aku jadi tailong pe. Pinjam duit kalau bayar balik tak ape. Buto la. Sedare sini nak pinjam duit , sedari yang sane pun nak pinjam duit. Kalau duit semua pergi dengan korang , kalau keluarga aku da tak ade duit , siape yang nak tanggung aku adik beradik , korang semua nak tanggung pe. Sumpah bingit gile. Aku terpaksa tipu bapa aku pasal duit bursary aku. Dapat $1800 tapi cakap dapat $800. Ini pasal aku tak nak duit aku pun jadi mangsa. Sumpah annoying ini semua orang. Tak boleh tengok orang ade duit. Ade aje. Pergi jahanam la. sesiapa yang baca ni, minta maaf ye. TAPI SUMPAH SAYA GERAM GILE ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7732916063230681744?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7732916063230681744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/kenape-semua-orang-tak-boleh-tengok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7732916063230681744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7732916063230681744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/kenape-semua-orang-tak-boleh-tengok.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4029598391675954406</id><published>2011-07-19T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:01:09.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Why I must feel like this at the wrong timing. Look at the clock, It's going to be 12am and I have to do my assignment. With this feelings how am I suppose to do my work. Damn it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-4029598391675954406?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4029598391675954406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-must-feel-like-this-at-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4029598391675954406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4029598391675954406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-must-feel-like-this-at-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2143323491436796177</id><published>2011-07-18T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T01:49:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day when I'm the "orang besar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I wish I could rewind yesterday. How I fucking love the moments. If only I had a camera with me. I would capture every single thing that happen yesterday. I want another day like that please. Eventhough the waiting part was long but I still enjoy myself. Thanks for the awesome day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2143323491436796177?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2143323491436796177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-when-im-orang-besar_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2143323491436796177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2143323491436796177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-when-im-orang-besar_18.html' title='A day when I&apos;m the &quot;orang besar&quot;'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-674002467015692061</id><published>2011-07-10T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:17:28.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d912e6f8cd34a090" 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" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7275270239769860000</id><published>2011-07-05T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:57:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's sad when someone in your class hates you for being yourself. Its sad how people say things about you without knowing your true story. I do have problems but I don't show it to people. Unlike you who tell the whole world about it. I'm not the type of person who wants attention from others. Stop talking shits about me when you actually don't know me. I'm not going to compete for attention with you. I would rather be the lonely girl in class than asking for attention from the rest. Talking about lonely, it's sad when there's no one you can talk to. Not even your close friends. People say I've changed and yes, I admit I've changed. I use to be very active in school activity and CCA but not anymore. Dancing is my passion but it seems like I don't feel like going to CCA anymore. I have this mindset that I should be alone and do my own things. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7275270239769860000?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7275270239769860000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-sad-when-someone-in-your-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7275270239769860000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7275270239769860000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-sad-when-someone-in-your-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7110296520056692673</id><published>2011-06-24T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:18:01.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suhaimi.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QihVOgvDu-Y/TgR9cJw40XI/AAAAAAAAAxs/QM_cUNvwuKY/s1600/60475_437900316357_667086357_5048420_8264579_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QihVOgvDu-Y/TgR9cJw40XI/AAAAAAAAAxs/QM_cUNvwuKY/s400/60475_437900316357_667086357_5048420_8264579_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621756157476000114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's our first and only picture together. I am sorry for what happen. I know you're kinda upset at first but not anymore because you found someone else to replace me and I'm glad about that. I am glad because I don't want you to be hurt. All this while I know you're hurt for what I did. You know I didn't mean it. Situation make me do all those choices that I've made. I take you as a friend but you're taking me more than a friend which I don't want that to happen. You say that you're wasting time on me. You can jolly leave me alone if you think that you're wasting time on me. It's been nearly a year and I have never leave you alone. As promise, I won't leave you. Like how you say months ago that you want someone to be there whenever you're down. I've done my job as a friend and I'm glad that now you found the suitable girl for yourself. Soon you're gonna leave me and no worries I will be ok. When I'm gone, remember that I choose to leave because you have your own life to lead. Whenever you need me, I'll be here for you my dear friend. I appreciate your presence in my life. Look, I'm not upset because of this but I'm happy that I've kept my promises. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7110296520056692673?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7110296520056692673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-our-first-and-only-picture-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7110296520056692673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7110296520056692673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-our-first-and-only-picture-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QihVOgvDu-Y/TgR9cJw40XI/AAAAAAAAAxs/QM_cUNvwuKY/s72-c/60475_437900316357_667086357_5048420_8264579_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8070163746908594432</id><published>2011-06-23T06:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T06:28:51.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am being me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You can't expect me to give all my attention on you. I have others things to do too. I once was close with you but not anymore because I decided not to. Look at the way you treat me. I've been nice to you but you treat me like shit. Please, doesn't mean I'm nice to you, you can step on my head. You want to see the bad side of me, now you get it. See, are you hurt enough with the bad side of me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for revenge, it's just that life teach me not to be nice to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8070163746908594432?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8070163746908594432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-cant-expect-me-to-give-all-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8070163746908594432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8070163746908594432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-cant-expect-me-to-give-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7029541653286721755</id><published>2011-06-10T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:53:05.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sw7Eih-PdGU/TfD3bJZ7W6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/U38UvwA_rrQ/s1600/me.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sw7Eih-PdGU/TfD3bJZ7W6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/U38UvwA_rrQ/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616260781084203938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Life is not getting any easier. I'm thankful that I do have my two babes with me. Those two are the ones who always here me out. Listening to all the rants watching those tears coming out from this precious eye. I am glad that no matter how far we are and how rarely we meet , we do still have time to text/call each other almost everyday. Girls, don't worry about me. I am fine being just me. No one can understand me neither do I. I know its weird when you don't even understand what you want or feeling. My girls, always have to hear me scolding myself for being like this. Truth is I really don't understand myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7029541653286721755?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7029541653286721755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-not-getting-any-easier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7029541653286721755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7029541653286721755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-not-getting-any-easier.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sw7Eih-PdGU/TfD3bJZ7W6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/U38UvwA_rrQ/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2498569439661480888</id><published>2011-06-05T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T02:00:22.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It have always been about you .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVeuYoZS38c/TepvteHODJI/AAAAAAAAAxc/D4OcP0FjX_E/s1600/Snapshot_20110503_57.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVeuYoZS38c/TepvteHODJI/AAAAAAAAAxc/D4OcP0FjX_E/s400/Snapshot_20110503_57.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614422712438885522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I went out with this guy just now. We were suppose to catch X-men but tickets were selling fast and so we didn't get to watch it. I met him after work and I have to wait for Fucking 30 minutes for him. Thanks alot.  It is ok, I don't mind waiting for him. We ate at burger king and I don't know why I just can't eat. I'm hungry but my stomach cannot take in anymore food. I wasted alot of food. I give frolick a miss because he insist on treating me and everything was on him and I feel bad. So, I decide not to have frolick. Everytime I'm with him, he will definitely treat me. Annoyed you know. He even want to buy a ring for me at flea because I was engrossed with it. I manage to pull him away. He went shopping just now. Sad life I don't have money with me. I'm broke. We hang out in town for the whole day. We met lots of people today. His skate mate which is actually my friend too. Some even suspect that we have something on. No people, we're just friends. Before we left for skatepark, he bought famous amos and end up I have to eat it. He just eat one of it. Pathetic much right. In the train I get upset by his words. I swear I feel like crying but I manage to control. I hope those won't happen. I know you miss me boy because you will always do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2498569439661480888?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2498569439661480888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-went-out-with-this-guy-just-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2498569439661480888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2498569439661480888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-went-out-with-this-guy-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVeuYoZS38c/TepvteHODJI/AAAAAAAAAxc/D4OcP0FjX_E/s72-c/Snapshot_20110503_57.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4803333849461428252</id><published>2011-06-02T03:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T04:17:39.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s not the end'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bK8nuT2Sv68/TeaY5eIYWBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ruHoWUMDKQc/s1600/Snapshot_20110503_76.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bK8nuT2Sv68/TeaY5eIYWBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ruHoWUMDKQc/s400/Snapshot_20110503_76.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613342098672080914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This guy make me cry early in the morning. Not literally make me cry but somehow there's a reason I'm crying because of him. Look at the pictures above, aren't we cute? I have hundreds over picture of us webcam on my desktop. I was on the phone with him for hours and something happened. I didn't expect actually I did la but I didn't expect it to happen too soon. Lots of things happen within this two months and I thank god that I met you. I'm glad that I was there for you during your rough times. I was able to cheer you up when you were crying so hard. I don't want things to end just like this. I want us to share stories about others almost everyday. I want to wake you up every morning. I want you to be the one scolding me like my mum. I want our random meet up. I just don't want you to change after what had happened. It's hard to be staying with your heartbroken. I'm not forcing you stay but life is like this. It goes on and on. This happen to me before and I know what's going to happen next. It is a routine in my life. I thank god because he teaches me to be strong as day goes by. I wonder until when I have to suffer like this. I'll suffer when someone leaves. After which I will have to let them go and accept the fact that they entered my life. Bring colors into my life and left like that. I'm suffering with the feeling that I'm having. I don't want to go around, leaving scars on others. I don't want more and more people hurting because of me. Yes, I don't want them to fall me but I'm the cause of everything. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-4803333849461428252?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4803333849461428252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-guy-make-me-cry-early-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4803333849461428252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4803333849461428252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-guy-make-me-cry-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bK8nuT2Sv68/TeaY5eIYWBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ruHoWUMDKQc/s72-c/Snapshot_20110503_76.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3658743616497913266</id><published>2011-05-24T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T02:40:33.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Firdaus .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgqZV7gMqWI/TdqnUs7E3fI/AAAAAAAAAxI/xyCIftM5oyA/s1600/Snapshot_20110503_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609980259941539314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgqZV7gMqWI/TdqnUs7E3fI/AAAAAAAAAxI/xyCIftM5oyA/s400/Snapshot_20110503_17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Hey Mr Cute , HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY ! May god bless you and have a blast :) I bet no one will believe you if you're say you're 20 . 20 but still the small cute guy . Why you so cute ?! Small people like you are the most annoying ones . Yes ANNOYING . Oppps .Thanks for cheating my feeling yesterday . I freak out damn badly because of you . I did manage to wake up on time and wish this guy on time . He have been asking me when he can meet me but sadly I'm too busy with school and dance . Eventhough we live near but still its hard for me to meet him . He always end school late and I'm always busy with assignment . We use to meet almost everytime since I have the time but now not anymore . Oh , I don't miss him but he misses me ALOT . I am still thinking what should I get him . I wanted to buy the bag that he have been wanting but I don't know if I should . Another option is , I want to make a card and buy a small cake for him . Afterwhich I'll meet him later but plan canceled because he ends school at 6pm while I have dance at 6.30pm . I cant possibly meet him on weekends . He is working on weekends . Our plan of going johor have to postpone because he is workng on weekends . I wonder when he'll be free . Boy , you promise to go johor with me makesure you do alright .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/7225280117040829141-3658743616497913266?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3658743616497913266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-mr-cute-happy-20th-birthday-may-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3658743616497913266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3658743616497913266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-mr-cute-happy-20th-birthday-may-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgqZV7gMqWI/TdqnUs7E3fI/AAAAAAAAAxI/xyCIftM5oyA/s72-c/Snapshot_20110503_17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6586048214740423226</id><published>2011-05-19T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T04:10:42.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Much Misses'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIu61COKwT4/TdQY4uah0UI/AAAAAAAAAxA/fWz8Bctx2Vk/s1600/Snapshot_20110503_121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608134798794150210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIu61COKwT4/TdQY4uah0UI/AAAAAAAAAxA/fWz8Bctx2Vk/s400/Snapshot_20110503_121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It is 4 am and I'm here killing my brain cells doing my web application project. It is so stressing. There's alot of things to do for this project. Basically we have to design a website on internet bank. It is not just designing this includes implementing the actual internet bank. Hard right ?! As for my group, there's alot more to do while some of the groups have completed with the design preview. Currently I have to design a form for users to apply for membership on our bank. Afterwhich I have to design the Login page. Quite hard but its exciting though. I like doing this stuffs but I don't know why. I've been sleeping late just because of this project. Designing that and suchs. Yesterday I only have one hour of sleep before school start abd I manage to survive in school but with not a proper me. Embarrassed myself early in the morning. It seems like my brain doesn't function well when I have lack of sleep. As for now, I'm awake because I slept for four hours just now and now I have to complete the rest of my task before going to school. I am haf way there. Only half way . there's lots more to do. 5 more hours till school start. I feel like sleeping but I dont want to be late for school. Besides that, I am an alarm clock to few of my friends. I have to wake them up on time or else all of them will be late for school. I'm a good friend I know. Teehee^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;See that guy in the picture. That small little kid who is turning 20 next week. Yes, he is turning 20 but he doesn't look like right? I'm glad that I was able to cheer him up last night. First time in my entire life, i comfort a guy when he is crying. I think it's my first time, I can't remember. I'm glad that I actually make him laugh like one bitch. ME + HIM = FULL OF NONSENSE. You guys wondering who is he right ? He is just a friend of mine but some thought we have something to do with each other. No; there is not and we are just friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-6586048214740423226?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6586048214740423226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6586048214740423226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6586048214740423226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIu61COKwT4/TdQY4uah0UI/AAAAAAAAAxA/fWz8Bctx2Vk/s72-c/Snapshot_20110503_121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-5022500228465410275</id><published>2011-05-10T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:27:35.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hhf2Gf3Xh4/Tci-KmPvbhI/AAAAAAAAAw4/pqZRk_23yig/s1600/Snapshot_20110504_21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604938825537121810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hhf2Gf3Xh4/Tci-KmPvbhI/AAAAAAAAAw4/pqZRk_23yig/s400/Snapshot_20110504_21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Until when I have to feel like this . Trying so hard to hide all the feelings . Crying to sleep is the only way . Hoping that someone would understand me when I don't even need to explain to them . The feeling just sucks a lot . Fuck you feelings for making my life miserable . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-5022500228465410275?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5022500228465410275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/until-when-i-have-to-feel-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5022500228465410275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5022500228465410275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/until-when-i-have-to-feel-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hhf2Gf3Xh4/Tci-KmPvbhI/AAAAAAAAAw4/pqZRk_23yig/s72-c/Snapshot_20110504_21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6278321806194238023</id><published>2011-05-07T21:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:49:15.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starting to love poly life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNsi21a91sc/TcVNqQ_J02I/AAAAAAAAAww/xpJKlwQ5CBE/s1600/Snapshot_20110430_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603970699842147170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNsi21a91sc/TcVNqQ_J02I/AAAAAAAAAww/xpJKlwQ5CBE/s400/Snapshot_20110430_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's saturday and I'm in Macdonald studying (Y). I was suppose to go out since it is saturday but I decide not to so that I can study for the upcoming test. I don't want this test to pull down my GPA for the module itself. I slept at 11am and wake up around 3pm. I know it's weird. This is because I reach home around 7 yesterday and went to sleep before 8pm. My cutest boy called me while I was sleeping. He is the main reason why I wake up in the middle of the night. He texted me that he cannot sleep and misses me a lot. He always miss me whenever we never get to talk or text for the whole day. I decide to wake up and not to be lazy. Talked with esty on the phone. After that I did my school related stuffs till the next morning.Everyone was shock when I stay up until 11am. I did sleep before that or else I would go to sleep latest at 5am. I want to do like this again. Sleep for a while, wake up do work than sleep back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thrusday I went for audition for my school street dance group, foreign bodies. There was lots of people. I was nervous and I make a fool of myself on our first try. The jugde was like smiling at me . I did great for my second try and I hope I get into the group. Not just me but my friend Nisa to. Atleast I won't be lonely. Anyway, Nisa and I share the same hobbies and we have the same laptop. Cool right. I know. She's the only one that I can talk cock with besides the other two malay girls in my class. I've been hanging out with her for this week. Atleast I have a friend who can crap with me. We going for a study date again at the school library on monday. She have to thank me because I'm the one who motivate her to finish up her work before going home because for sure when she's at home she won't do her work so I decided to ask her to study with me at the school library till the library close which is at 9pm. See, I'm a good friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to work again on next sunday. My money in the bank is reducing that's why I have to work. I decide to work on every weekend for atleast a day and I can spend another day of my weekend to complete my assignment and study. I have to learn to manage my time well. I'll be very busy. Sorry friends because I don't have time for you guys. Some are complaining about this issue. It feel so great when people complains about this. Hehe :)&lt;/strong&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/7225280117040829141-6278321806194238023?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6278321806194238023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-saturday-and-im-in-macdonald.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6278321806194238023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6278321806194238023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-saturday-and-im-in-macdonald.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNsi21a91sc/TcVNqQ_J02I/AAAAAAAAAww/xpJKlwQ5CBE/s72-c/Snapshot_20110430_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2526092058679460545</id><published>2011-05-03T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:46:06.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo kid'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCL-ANkXVLk/Tb-wJX0eARI/AAAAAAAAAwo/YXkZp8xtrkQ/s1600/Snapshot_20110503_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602390136531583250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCL-ANkXVLk/Tb-wJX0eARI/AAAAAAAAAwo/YXkZp8xtrkQ/s400/Snapshot_20110503_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hi . I'm currently in school right now with Huiping(my classmate) trying to finish up my group proposal . Today is a sad day in school for me . It's more to mix feelings of sadness and disappointed . The story goes like this , I was having the first lesson of the day and were having a hard time with my group members . We are behind time on completing our project . We have projects and slides to do by thrusday and it seems like we done nothing productive . Not we but there were two of them . Sadly they have to redo everything again . Lucky us , due date is extended to next week . I am lucky that Huiping is in my group or else I'm going to die alone I guess . Gilbert Chan , my favourite tutor was worried for my group . I did not choose to be in the same group as them but I have no choice . I have to give in to my classmates since most of them are self-centred . I'm not complaining but I feel like so stress up for this project . I even slept at 3am just to finish my part of the project . When the lesson ended I wanted to switch off the plug but I press Jonathan's plug instead and his laptop shut down straight away . His work was not even saved in the laptop . I swear I feel so bad because he has to redo everything . Luckily , his laptop autosave but 2 slides are missing . I still feel so bad after what happen . After that was our break time . I usually hang out with my malay classmate but they left just like that without informing me . I dont know why today I so emo . I get upset because of my friends leaving me but it's not the first time tough . I have to fit in with the rest of my classmate . I's not that I;m not used to be with them but look , all of them are chinese and whenever they talk I'll be there with questions mark everywhere . Lesson learnt : It's time to be alone . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2526092058679460545?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2526092058679460545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2526092058679460545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2526092058679460545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCL-ANkXVLk/Tb-wJX0eARI/AAAAAAAAAwo/YXkZp8xtrkQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20110503_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7501231945041168736</id><published>2011-04-22T09:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:15:53.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvqd7Ivp8K4/TbDgYm_ANBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eM9YvKN_b6I/s1600/216833_10150161249532476_585407475_7044363_7007832_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598221050207810578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvqd7Ivp8K4/TbDgYm_ANBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eM9YvKN_b6I/s400/216833_10150161249532476_585407475_7044363_7007832_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hey boy , I'm sorry for what I've done recently but seriously I find you annoying . Stop acting like you care when you actually dont . Why must it happen now . After 7 months why must it be now ? Two days straight we argue over the same thing . Please , I want the old you back . The old you whom never care about me . Ignore every text message from me . Now I am busy with my life than you want find me . Please , where were you when I needed you back then ? Did you even care if I had no one to talk to ? Did you even know that I was relying on you ? Now that y0u feel the same thing like how I do back then , than you start to realise . I need you to respect my decision . I dont like it when you have to text me 24/7 . I feel so annoying when you did that . I need some time on my own . I need some space for myself . I hope you understand . I'm doing this not because I'm avoiding you . I just hate it when everyday you have to make me angry over some stupid thing . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My cutest friend is away to Jakarta and I miss him . I met him the night before he go to Jakarta . Now that I have a new friend who lives near me , I wouldn't be lonely anymore . He ask me to sleep at his house with his mama just to accompany him . Unfortunately , I have school the next day . I don't know if I should follow him to his friend's wedding dinner on next tuesday . I end school at 3 and I have to rush after that . If I were to follow , I don't know what I'll be wearing . He really wants me to follow and so does he friend . Will have to wait for him to come back on Monday than I'll decide . When I say my cutest friend . I really mean it . HE IS SO DAMN CUTE ! He like to stare at me and make me blush but he so sweet . Mangkok ! Please come home faster ! I need to complain more things to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've not been coping well in school . It's only the fourth day of school and I can feel the stress already . I've not been going to school for months and now when I'm back I just can't put my brain to work . I have to start studying . Project coming up but I don't like it just because of my class attitude . I love my class but their attitude towards doing a project sucks a lot . I feel like killing them la plese . 3 years with them . I don't know if I can survive . I hope I can . I've back to mugging till late night . I'm going to start all the stressful work today . Besides that I'm back to dancing . YAY me ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7501231945041168736?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7501231945041168736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-only-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7501231945041168736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7501231945041168736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-only-beginning.html' title='It&apos;s only the beginning'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvqd7Ivp8K4/TbDgYm_ANBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eM9YvKN_b6I/s72-c/216833_10150161249532476_585407475_7044363_7007832_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-40506530807643769</id><published>2011-04-10T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:29:36.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my Classmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/photo.php?fbid=10150146293421541&amp;amp;set=t.667086357&amp;amp;theater"&gt;Siti Nuurainy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-40506530807643769?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/photo.php?fbid=10150146293421541&amp;set=t.667086357&amp;theater' title='Meet my Classmate'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/40506530807643769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/meet-my-classmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/40506530807643769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/40506530807643769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/meet-my-classmate.html' title='Meet my Classmate'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-5803713278997957400</id><published>2011-04-10T20:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:55:20.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FI1102'/><title type='text'>Meet My Classmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;School starting in a week and I don't know if I should look forward for it .I went for the orientation last few days . I've met my classmate and my coursemate and my schoolmate . They were awesome I guess . There's none in my class that are like me . As in , you know my hyperness and stuffs . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593936857921816274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6t5zmMzz3so/TaGn7zBlBtI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3Ghuho1kfpo/s400/217252_10150155703771358_667086357_6539982_551555_n.jpg" /&gt;This is Qiwen . She has a doll face . So pretty and cute . I like the way she talk . So cute la please . She is damn nice I tell you . She is from Malaysia and she is my senior . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593936498955095330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FzYXVSMLeKc/TaGnm5xPjSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YVfzthuysh0/s400/206632_10150155704736358_667086357_6539994_6734825_n.jpg" /&gt;This is Jason . He is my senior . He is tall and skinny and he laugh to almost everything that I have to say . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593935441958325586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkeRx2Zkan4/TaGmpYJkzVI/AAAAAAAAAwI/vpyFTpqz_H8/s400/208020_10150155705431358_667086357_6540012_452773_n.jpg" /&gt; This is Amalina . She's a shy and quiet person . I talk to her "kite , awak" . We so cute right . Her voice is damn soft . I don't want to be a bad person to always disturb her when school starts but there's a friend of mine who always laugh at her for no reason . She say she admire my hyperness . Weird but true . She say she will try to talk more in class . Omg , she so cute la . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593932760548729762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zgd2RGaLHyI/TaGkNTHtY6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/PbuMJs5La0Y/s400/206226_10150155697436358_667086357_6539934_799762_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This is Jonathan . He stays near me but I dont know which block . He is a fun person to hang out with . He pronounce my name as "FERRARI" . It's fucking funny . He went on the first day of orientation only . All the way we were laughing . Thanks to him that I laugh a lot on the first day of orientation . We were making fun of people names . Everytime I sing "everyday I'm shuffling", both of us will go dance like nobody business . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593931600135823794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6aOMFlzaCE/TaGjJwPtobI/AAAAAAAAAv4/NSQdTyXiyT0/s400/205759_10150155699076358_667086357_6539951_7452903_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This girl is too friendly and her name is Fatin , I'm not trying to talk bad about her . She's my classmate afterall . I find her too friendly , she can't stop talking from the first day she step into the school but sometimes I find her annoying . I don't know why I find her annoying but still am grateful that there's her in my class or else , I'll be the only one who will go crazy alone . On side note , my classmate are all those good kind of people . I'm the vulgar type of girl , every minute they will hear all the vulgarities . I feel so bad saying all the vulgarities but I can't help it . They will have to get used with hearing all those words . That's about it . I love my class . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/7225280117040829141-5803713278997957400?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5803713278997957400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/meet-my-classmate_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5803713278997957400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5803713278997957400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/meet-my-classmate_10.html' title='Meet My Classmate'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6t5zmMzz3so/TaGn7zBlBtI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3Ghuho1kfpo/s72-c/217252_10150155703771358_667086357_6539982_551555_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6206605402450936043</id><published>2011-04-03T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:44:31.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever alone'/><title type='text'>It's just me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S77MmppKwZg/TZg6kh-k_kI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pkyTRIafYIU/s1600/ani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591283336651013698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S77MmppKwZg/TZg6kh-k_kI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pkyTRIafYIU/s400/ani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've been wondering when will the day comes . The day when finally someone open up my heart . I'm just a weird girl who make weird decision when it comes to love . I don't want people falling for me but I want a guy who will always be by my side and takecare of me . I can't even tell if I'm actually in love but when that someone leaves me , that is when I know I have fallen in love . It's too late to change but to accept the fact that , that someone has left . It hurts so much when I came to think about this . Sometimes I cry at night thinking of things that I've been keeping it to myself . There's no one that I can turn to , I lay on the bed crying because I know the next thing when I wake up , I will be ok . I don't need someone who can actully listen to me and talk to me . All the tears help me a lot . Here , I know , it's the only place that I can let out everything . Everynight , I hope that the next day will be a better day . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-6206605402450936043?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6206605402450936043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-just-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6206605402450936043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6206605402450936043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-just-me.html' title='It&apos;s just me'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S77MmppKwZg/TZg6kh-k_kI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pkyTRIafYIU/s72-c/ani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6523189921933902022</id><published>2011-02-28T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:58:40.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really miss you . I miss those times back then . I miss the past when we were so close . Now , you got yourself a girlfriend and I don't want to be a burden to you . I have always been a burden to you . Even if you don't text or call me , I know you didn't intend to . I know I should atleast take the initiative to do so but I didn't want to because I don't want to depend on you anymore . You can't always be there for me anymore . You have your own life to lead . I am thankful to have a friend like you . The most awesomest . The one who never fail to hear me when I need to let out something . The one who never fail to give me encouragement . The one who always get pinch by me . The one who always have to see my retard face . Nazmi Asmuni I really miss you and now I feel like crying . Thanks for everything my friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-6523189921933902022?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6523189921933902022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6523189921933902022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6523189921933902022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks.html' title='Thanks :)'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6213153413683605930</id><published>2011-01-23T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T01:04:16.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazmi Asmuni :)'/><title type='text'>My sweetest awesomest friend :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Someone actually say this to me  ''You are not kpo okay. you are my super awesomest friend i've met. you  are strong fighting your weaknesses and i actually do look up to you'' . I feel like crying after reading this . Yes , he is so sweet . Yes , its a He and his my best ever guy friend . He is always there for me . His my bodyguard (Y) and and he say this to me too "Oh, you're the best i ever had." Why you sweet like sugar uh ? gosh . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-6213153413683605930?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6213153413683605930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-sweetest-awesomest-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6213153413683605930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6213153413683605930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-sweetest-awesomest-friend.html' title='My sweetest awesomest friend :)'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-680052040490914553</id><published>2011-01-17T18:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:46:29.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good night :)'/><title type='text'>When the world stops spinning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TTQcnbI87_I/AAAAAAAAAvc/gBnE88h2ioU/s1600/PB105361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TTQcnbI87_I/AAAAAAAAAvc/gBnE88h2ioU/s400/PB105361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563102903335186418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I just got home from work and I am really really tired . Not physically tired but mentally tired . I am having a slight headache now and will be sleeping soon . Mum warn me to sleep before she reach home . Reason being , I was on the way to work and I suddenly felt so different . I was standing near the door and I feel like falling . That was at Bishan station and I manage to stand until Toa Payoh . I alight at Toa Payoh because my vision wasn't that clear anymore . When I get off from the train , I was finding my way out to sit . I feel like fainting but I manage to sit down first . I sit at the platform for quite some time and took back the train towards marina bay . I alight at the next stop because I feel like vomitting . Eventhough it was cold but I still perspire and at that moment I was wearing a long sleeve shirt . It was really a frightening incident for me . Never in my whole life I feel like this when I'm alone but I do experience the same king of situation when I'm with my parents but that wasn't so bad . I spend almost 20 minutes sitting at the platform . I still head to work after that because I feel a lot better after resting for a while .  I met my long lost friend at work . She accompany me at work since Ain didn't come . I went for break alone . Eating alone is so not fun . There was a group of man disturbing me . Thanks eh -.- I am working tomorrow and I shall have some rest tomorrow . I'll be working with my boys tomorrow . Finally (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-680052040490914553?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/680052040490914553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-world-stops-spinning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/680052040490914553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/680052040490914553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-world-stops-spinning.html' title='When the world stops spinning'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TTQcnbI87_I/AAAAAAAAAvc/gBnE88h2ioU/s72-c/PB105361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3588987070614580583</id><published>2011-01-16T01:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T02:13:14.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independent girl'/><title type='text'>Ani is a big girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TTHiuaOGN4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/ysmCgHFOo_U/s1600/PB055275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TTHiuaOGN4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/ysmCgHFOo_U/s400/PB055275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562476301719582594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fuck shit . I don't think I can bear with my current job right now . It is an hourly paid job and if I am working at resort world it will be $6/hour and any other hotels will be $5/hour . The worst thing is , I am working for maximum 4 days per week if they need worker , if there's no event , there won't be any work for me for that week . I don't think it's worth it . Besides that I prefer to work during the morning shift since it is much more easier . I'll not work night shift again even if I were force to . I have make some planning . I am going to have two jobs for now till school start . When school start , I'll continue working but with one job only . I plan to find a weekend job which is much easier and the pay would be higher than my current job . I really need to save up my money from now on . You guys maybe wondering why I need to save up lots and lots of money . It's January and school starting in April . When school start , I have to buy lots of things for school which include a laptop for myself . Afterwhich is the school fees . I won't be asking my parents to pay for all this . It's not that my parents ask me to pay for all this by myself but I insisted to . I don't want to use my parents money anymore . I know they will need the money in the future even now . That money in their saving are becoming lesser . I don't want to add to their loss of money . Even if I don't have enough money , I will need them to pay for my school fees and will pay them back as I get my pay when school starts . I'll use my money to buy my laptop . I'll be selling some of my stuffs which I don't really need them anymore . I plan to sell my shoes but friends say its better not to because I may need it for work or something . I'll dig as much stuffs from my room and try to earn money from there . I suddenly have an idea to make a small business . I shall think of that . As for now , I aim to save atleast $500 by end of April . I'm going to make sure that I'll have that $500 in my bank account by end of April . I have so many plans coming up just to ensure that I have enough money for the future . Yes , I am concern about my future . I won't want to suffer again like how I did . I am proud of myself because I've not been asking my parents for money , not even a single cents for 2 weeks already . I survive using my own money . It's time to be independent . I know I can do it (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-3588987070614580583?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3588987070614580583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/ani-is-big-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3588987070614580583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3588987070614580583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/ani-is-big-girl.html' title='Ani is a big girl'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TTHiuaOGN4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/ysmCgHFOo_U/s72-c/PB055275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6853551516596234098</id><published>2011-01-14T03:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T04:40:19.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insya&apos;allah'/><title type='text'>If life was easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TS9i4HRTYpI/AAAAAAAAAvM/PwmujPOpnD4/s1600/PC216022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TS9i4HRTYpI/AAAAAAAAAvM/PwmujPOpnD4/s400/PC216022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561772780989670034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I've gotten back my results and it turns out bad . I was aiming for atleast 15 points but I get 18 points for my L1R4 . Even though I fail to meet my expectation , I am still happy that I did well in most of the subject except that I fail English . A D7 for english is really bad . I was lucky because I didn't get an E8 . If that grade appears on my result slip . I am sure to cry . I won't get any place in poly if I were to get and E8 for English . I pity some of my friends because they didn't get any place in poly . For those who are taking the major exam this year . Please do study hard . You will regret later on because this will determine your future . However , I was not discourage . I was so happy because I finally pass my combine science . I thought I'm going to screwed computer studies because I was late for the paper but I didn't . I get a B3 for computer studies and I am really proud of myself . I did study like mad and if only I pass my English , I would get a course that I want . The day before the result was release , I went to work . I reach home at 2am . I slept at 5am but woke up at 10am . Despite waking up early , I went to school late . I was happily going to school because I don't want to get worried and nervous . When I reach school some of my schoolmates have receive their results . I put down my bag and went to find by friends . After some time , the teacher call out my name . At that time , I didn't feel anything . When I was on the table , my English teacher held out a tissue . She was asking why I fail her English . At that moment , my heart sank . I was disappointed with myself . Like seriously . I was hoping to pass all the subject . I get 18 points but I fail my English . That was the sad part . I walk off from the table and didn't know what to do . I call Nazmi and walk to the back of the hall . My boys were asking my result but I ignored them . I was crying when I talk on the phone with Nazmi . I was expecting better result . I walk out of the hall and stay along the hallway . I feel bad for ignoring everyone . I even ignore Esty's mum . Afterwhich I head back into the hall . Take my bag and went to the library to settle some matters . When I went back to the hall , I met Mr Foo and I started crying . I don't know why I cry when Mr Foo ask me about my result . We have a short conversation and he ask me to look for him if I need some advice . I went back to the hall and I am back to myself . When people ask about my result I just smile and give them my result slip . I did have lots of poly courses to choose and I am happy for that . I was struggling to choose the course and thanks to Fadzil and Erdina for helping me in deciding the course . For now , I can only hope to get the course that I want which is financial informatics . I apply for the same course at all the poly except for republic poly . I really want that course so badly .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my dear friends , we're gonna go separate ways when school start . I am going to miss you guys . I am hoping to meet you guys soon . As for Diana , please don't be discourage . There's always other routes to success . I wish you the best of luck in choosing the path . No matter what we girls gonna love you . I know you were damn sad to see your results but you have to move on . I am glad you're fine now . Esty going Republic , Erdina going Ngee Ann while I'm going Nanyang . See , we are all in different campus . New environment , new people but you people gonna stay in my heart . I don't care we have to meet atleast one day per week to catch up on things . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to go Temasek Poly for some reason . I don't know how my life will turn out to be because at this time of point , I'm worried for my future . I manage to pull through during O'level but as for the coming years , I don't know if I can make it . I won't want to tell what's going happen after this but my mum have some plans coming up and suffering is on the way for me . As for now , I really have to save up for my poly education life . I know , I will have to find a stable job with a high pay not like the one I'm currently working at . Yes , I've been living in the world of hardships and I know god have never promise us a good living . Now I have to work hard in order to gain that good living of mine . Parents and siblings have high expectation on me and I can't let them down . I disappoint them with my O'level result and I can't afford to go on like this . I am actually crying while typing this out because I want to make lives for my family a good one . I don't want to suffer again . As for little sister , I see her suffer everyday . Having to wake up early and come home late . At a young age , she have to learn living in this kind of environment . Me myself did not suffer it at a young age . Sometimes she complains that she is tired of going to school . How I wish I can take over her place and go to school so that she won't need to suffer . It's all part of life and we have to face it . I am hoping for a better future for my Family and I . Let's hope for the best .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-6853551516596234098?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6853551516596234098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-life-was-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6853551516596234098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6853551516596234098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-life-was-easy.html' title='If life was easy'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TS9i4HRTYpI/AAAAAAAAAvM/PwmujPOpnD4/s72-c/PC216022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3475256845010102409</id><published>2011-01-05T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T01:04:18.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the best way to avoid urslf fm thinkg of ur bf/gf rght nw when they ddnt contact u for almost 3 days ? Because im v sad nw:-( and I miss him . Bt he doesnt care . He avoid my MESSAGES . He said hes tired of scoldg . I ddnt do any wrong .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;As for now , it's the best if you go to sleep . That is long for someone who is in a relationship . Why not tell him exactly how you're feeling . Just text him . He will surely read it but maybe wont reply . Avoid thinking about him , just occupy yourself with something . Anyway , can I know who are you ? and cheer up . I feel you .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nuurainy?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-3475256845010102409?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3475256845010102409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-best-way-to-avoid-urslf-fm-thinkg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3475256845010102409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3475256845010102409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-best-way-to-avoid-urslf-fm-thinkg.html' title='Whats the best way to avoid urslf fm thinkg of ur bf/gf rght nw when they ddnt contact u for almost 3 days ? Because im v sad nw:-( and I miss him . Bt he doesnt care . He avoid my MESSAGES . He said hes tired of scoldg . I ddnt do any wrong .'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4717934454842723576</id><published>2010-12-28T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:59:21.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PRETTAY? ANWAY, IM ONE OF YA FB FRIEND! i think you not so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;omg , this is so funny . I myself think that I'm not pretty too :) thanks for the compliment though . Anyway , why don't you leave your name here .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nuurainy?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-4717934454842723576?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4717934454842723576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-think-you-prettay-anway-im-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4717934454842723576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4717934454842723576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-think-you-prettay-anway-im-one.html' title='DO YOU THINK YOU&amp;#39;RE PRETTAY? ANWAY, IM ONE OF YA FB FRIEND! i think you not so.'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8686588682250536516</id><published>2010-12-27T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:58:44.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets make formspring more lively and ask each other questions. Hahaha! No, actually I'm just bored. So, whats your new year resolution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;To be a better person ? Actually , I have yet to set my new year resolution . But &amp;quot;a better person&amp;quot; . That's one of them .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nuurainy?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8686588682250536516?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8686588682250536516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-make-formspring-more-lively-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8686588682250536516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8686588682250536516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-make-formspring-more-lively-and.html' title='Lets make formspring more lively and ask each other questions. Hahaha! No, actually I&amp;#39;m just bored. So, whats your new year resolution?'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3787601951097404796</id><published>2010-12-24T03:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T03:53:52.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday to me .'/><title type='text'>I'm sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TROol4iH3mI/AAAAAAAAAuw/tyFnLIL7FXs/s1600/PC215948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TROol4iH3mI/AAAAAAAAAuw/tyFnLIL7FXs/s400/PC215948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553968134262087266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Finally , I'm already sixteen . Thanks to those who wish me . I didn't expect cute boy to wish me but he did . Whatever please . He still ignoring me . I don't care if he wants to ignore me . Sad thing is , I pity him . Like seriously . I don't want to tell the reason but it's funny . You know guys . They flirt with woman almost everytime . The way cute boy flirts with a girl is so funny . I didn't stalk him by the way . I have better things to do but when I go to his facebook profile , it make me wanna laugh harder . I know you guys find it weird when you know the real story than you'll find it funny . Cute boy , go find a girlfriend for yourself . You seem to have lack of love . You're so funny . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting to get lots of text sms on my phone but I only receive a few . I top up my card just because it's my birthday and sad thing is that I use my own money to top up . My $40 is now gone .  Left with a few bucks only . It's ok , I shall ask mum to pay for it since it's my birthday . I am tired of replying those wishes but I do appreciate it . Nazmi , made a video for me . It was hilarious . Thanks a lot Nazmi . He plan to meet me up just now but since I mangae to top up at night and so he can't meet me . Sad thing right , or else a birthday cake for me . So sweet of you nazmi . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going johor in a few hours time . I'm not going to sleep because I know I'll have a hard time wo wake up later on . I have yet to pack my bag and I have to do all those stuffs before mum wakes up or lese , I'll be dead . Brother not following us tomorrow and he's complaning since I don't want to talk to him . I'm going to be dead when I'm at johor since most of my relatives will be there . I am sure to get all dirty . I am sure it's gonna be fun . I want to go to pasar malam later on at cousin's house area . They sell lots of food and it's cheap . I went there the other time but only manage to buy mee goreng for myself and it's damn nice . I'm going to buy lots and lots of food later on . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to raffles city just now to meet Diana . I accompanied her and her sister for shopping . They bought nixon watch each . The watch which I wanted . Fuck yea , I am so jealous . Diana's sis bought a blue colour watch . So damn nice . I am waiting for someone to get me a nixon cap and a nixon wallet . Next year , I'll be buying nixon school bag that cost $100 . I know it's super expensive but I think it's worth it . I know care I want my nixon bag . After that Diana and I went to Eri's salon at marina square , chapter 2 . Diana wanted to cut her hair and we took almost 2 hour over there which is past her break time . She treat me subway cookies and I bought her something for christmas . I know I am very sweet .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone ask me out to wavehouse on the 25 december . I really want to go but I can't since I'll be in johor . Gosh ! serious shit . I am so jealous . Come on , it's wavehouse . A place that I've been wanting to go but I guess next time will do . You both enjoy your time at wavehouse . Next time , the three of us should go somewhere else and of course with me :)&lt;/span&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/7225280117040829141-3787601951097404796?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3787601951097404796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3787601951097404796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3787601951097404796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sixteen.html' title='I&apos;m sixteen'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TROol4iH3mI/AAAAAAAAAuw/tyFnLIL7FXs/s72-c/PC215948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7627453725570044965</id><published>2010-12-22T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:26:02.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want to party please .'/><title type='text'>When someone turning sixteen soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TRHuL9vs9KI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HeJTbJs3CU8/s1600/P8233756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TRHuL9vs9KI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HeJTbJs3CU8/s400/P8233756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553481704845145250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cute boy wants to ignore me . I don't know what happen to him . I log in to his account almost everyday and I know what he's been up to . I don't care what he wants to do but it hurts a lot when he ignore me . It been 2 days since we last talk and I think we're gonna continue to be like this . I wish things will continue to be like this and eventually we will end our friendship . I'll be happy if that happens . Back to strangers I guess . I have a very sad life , everything seems to be repeating . Still , I'm enjoying life staying at home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I was suppose to meet my babes and dudes today but I end up at home right now . They plan to meet me at esplanade at 7pm but I plan to go home by 8pm . Isn't it a waste of time if I were to meet them . It's ok , shall meet them soon . Since plan was cancelled . I went to the library . I was there for an hour and I read on a book "Working with karma" . I borrowed three books . I won't tell what books but people won't expect me to read on those kind of books . Bought polar and off home .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to turn sixteen . Like seriously . 2 more days . When I turn sixteen , I am going to underage party . Maybe I'm joining my boys during countdown . They planning to go smoove . Shall see about that . If not , I'll be going johor . Going somewhere with cousin but I'm scared because , johor is not a safe place to do such things that I'm planning with my cousin . It's not a bad thing but look , it's malaysia -.- Sure thing I'm not going to staying at home . Sister will be going to the countdown party at marinabay float . Worse to worse , I'll follow brother . Just hope that the last day of 2010 will be a memorable one . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7627453725570044965?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7627453725570044965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-someone-turning-sixteen-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7627453725570044965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7627453725570044965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-someone-turning-sixteen-soon.html' title='When someone turning sixteen soon'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TRHuL9vs9KI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HeJTbJs3CU8/s72-c/P8233756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-9039038162212074368</id><published>2010-12-21T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T02:45:05.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQ-jAELxcFI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2jpGA_Zcl14/s1600/P6223084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQ-jAELxcFI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2jpGA_Zcl14/s400/P6223084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552836087089557586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know for whatever reason you ignoring me . It's not normal for you to ignore me for that long .The weird thing is , I'm the only one you ignore . You didn't ignore your facebook friend but only me . It's a sad thing for me because you know I come back without even you looking forward for it . Yes , I was frustrated . I don't know how many text message that I send to you . I planned to ignore you completely if you didn't reply my text and since you reply to my long long text message and now I don't want to ignore you . Reason for all these is because you're busy . Same old excuse . I ain't a small kid . I have a brain to think and an eye to see . You were there to talk to "someone" but not me . I don't mind if you don't want to talk to me anymore for whatever reason but please don't make me wait . I seriously hate waiting . Since everything is back to normal but still I know there's something wrong that we're not like usual . I don't know what is wrong but I'll know soon . You ignoring me again for a friend of yours . Your friend is more important and I don't mind if you don't want to talk to me because you're talking to your friend but please just shut your mouth when I'm with my friend . I have never complain to you about how suckish your behaviour is . Just mind your own business . You really did what I told you . If I have the chance , I would slap you in the face and make you realise .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my bad bad night . I get angry for some reason , one after another . It is so annoying . I don't feel like going out anymore those people in facebook make me want to stay at home . I promised to go out today and so I will . As for tomorrow , I'll see how . As for my primary school mates . I wont organise any outings anymore . You guys should start planning not me . I've been doing it and I am tired of it . I have to cancel today's outing since there's only pathetic 5 that is going . As for the previous one , I asked someone to go ahead with the planning since I have to go kampong but none did . All you guys did was wait for me to plan if you guys lazy to go than don't go . After that complain about going somewhere with your body . I am referring to Mr Boncet here . I am sorry Boncet but I think I am mad at you .Whatever it is , I know you guys have your own reason for not coming but still I'm mad . I thank those who appreciate my effort . Will see you guys real soon . I am sorry for the harsh remarks over here . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazmi Asmuni , finally I am posting something about you with your real name here . You're always there when I need someone to talk to . I really do appreciate it a lot . At times I feel like I'm taking you for granted . As in I only come out to you when I need to talk to someone and at times I'll just vanish and no where to be found . I've been telling you everything that happens and I hope it's not a burden to you . Remember when I say I want to quit school and you were advising me not to and you feel like crying when I said that . You know , You're so sweet :) I love it when you admit that you were scared of me . I think it's because I always disturb you . Nazmi I am very grateful to have a friend like you . One year of friendship :) I know you miss hanging out with me , we shall hang out soon . Nazmi , you'll be taking O'level next year . I really do hope you will work hard and get to the poly you want . Interior design at singapore poly . It's good for you . Afterwhich I will ask you to decorate my house . NO MORE SLACKING . I've seen how you study for your N'level , better have a better studying strategy . Nazmi , I know I'm so sweet . Afterall I'm your beloved friend :) I'm done with this . I know I have a very bad english right teacher ? Enough for you . All the best nazmi . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-9039038162212074368?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9039038162212074368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/9039038162212074368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/9039038162212074368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-said.html' title='well said'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQ-jAELxcFI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2jpGA_Zcl14/s72-c/P6223084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8154494435506316356</id><published>2010-12-20T03:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T04:15:44.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am still waiting'/><title type='text'>sixteen on the go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQ5nd4AMrFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/lVQHbGZr4g0/s1600/PB105378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQ5nd4AMrFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/lVQHbGZr4g0/s400/PB105378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552489153541483602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You don't blame others when something went wrong . It's kinda irritating . You ignored me as though I did something wrong . You know how long I didn't meet you . How long I didn't talk to you . I got nothing to do with it and you making me feel like I'm included in the matter . Stop being so childish . If you are mature enough , you would find ways to solve it not blaming others . Get this straight into your head . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I'm bored right now . I went to johor on the friday . Met cousin at city square and we catch a movie . Aku masi dara . It's like syurga cinta but syurga cinta is better . It is not bad afterall . All I did there was to go riding with my cousin . We were at the traffic light and so have to stop . There's a car at the back and when I turn , there's two guys in the car pose like a cute small boy . So cute . I was laughing and didn't turn around again . I went shopping for food at giant . I didn't get a chance to ride on uncle's super four which is damn nice and big . It's blue in colour . I am so loving it .I'm going to ask uncle to take me on his bike when I'm at there on the friday . I'll be heading down to johor again on the friday . This time is with my family . Will be celebrating my birthday at there and cousing getting engaged on the sunday . I'm helping mum to do a house make of chocolate . I love it when my family get together . Very the kecoh . We're gonna sleep together at the big two storey house with atleast 4 families . Gonna have lots of irritating childens . I am so looking forward for it . I am sure to take lots and lots of pictures .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be heading downtown with my old schoolmates . Going to wild wild wet . I am so excited but not many of them could make it due to work . I can't cancelled it because the previous outing were cancelled because of me . I'm the one who organised and I have to go back Batam . As for this , school starting soon and I am sure some of them will be busy getting ready for school . Will just make it a happening one . As usual , after that we will bowl . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the wednesday I am not sure if I'm going out with my babes and dudes . No one say anything . Will just wait for any updates from them . And my hunks asking me to go smoove . I won't be going . I fine it awkward to be going with my hunks when my babes are not around . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a stay home thursday for me . I have no plan for thursday but if any one wants to go out with me do text me . I'll be happy to go out with you . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is nashiir rahman birthday . A long lost friend of mine . It's been more than a year since I last met him and talk to him . We're not talking to each other for no reason . Me myself don't know what's wrong that we're not talking . We used to go to library and study together . I used to wait for him for hours and get frustrated at him for no reason . I miss hanging out with his friends but sadly I don't miss him . I only wish that we would talk again . The sad thing is the last time I met him was on Malam Raya . This is so weird . I don't know why I am posting about him . Whatever it is , "Happy Birthday !" . I still remember to the promise that you make . I am wondering when will you fulfill it .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to turn sixteen . I really am excited . No big deal if I turn sixteen . As for me , it make a big difference . When I'm sixteen , I'm going to do something which is allowed at my age . You guys guess , I won't tell anyone about it . Someone being kind to buy me a new era cap . I shall wait for it . I really appreciate it a lot . One down on my wishlist . I planned to get a pastry shoe for myself but mum didn't allow me even though I am using my money . It's ok , I can still wear my Nike shoe for dance practice . Mum promised to pay for my entry to wild wild wet with my friend so that I don't need to use my money . I can save my money . Yay ! and I plan to put aside my phone since there's no value in it and there's no one text-ing me . I know there's no value in it but I'm going to text using my parents number but since no one text me , might as well I put it aside . Better still , throw it away . I am waiting for someone to text me but sadly , I didn't receive any . Let's see if there will be any text when I wake up . As for now , I'm tired of typing . Will update again . Bye .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8154494435506316356?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8154494435506316356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/sixteen-on-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8154494435506316356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8154494435506316356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/sixteen-on-go.html' title='sixteen on the go'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQ5nd4AMrFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/lVQHbGZr4g0/s72-c/PB105378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4911911006963067317</id><published>2010-12-18T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:59:04.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you found your true love? And are you confident that he or she is your true love will be your future husband or wife?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Sad to say , I dont think so .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nuurainy?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-4911911006963067317?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4911911006963067317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-found-your-true-love-and-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4911911006963067317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4911911006963067317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-found-your-true-love-and-are.html' title='Have you found your true love? And are you confident that he or she is your true love will be your future husband or wife?'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2786688750120197214</id><published>2010-12-16T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:37:39.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You love who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I dont think I'm in love right now . The answer would be no one I guess .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nuurainy?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2786688750120197214?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2786688750120197214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-love-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2786688750120197214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2786688750120197214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-love-who.html' title='You love who?'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-968614193193835544</id><published>2010-12-16T13:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:23:21.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am really sorry .'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mok'/><title type='text'>I'll take the blame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQmwHZahoNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/phXsAI2keAM/s1600/PB045264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQmwHZahoNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/phXsAI2keAM/s400/PB045264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551161656838562002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I am feeling so fuck-ed up . I know I'm in the wrong and I always will be . It's always been my fault . I always prioritize my friend , I always let you feel left out , I always did something that will make you mad . There's so many reason that I'm at fault . Have you think of what you done and I just keep my mouth shut . Even though I was angry and etc , I just kept quiet . Even when I'm not at fault , I take the blame and tell you that I'm sorry . I don't want to argue with you anymore . I know I was being rude to you last night but I have a good reason for being mad at you . I know everything that you doing . You dont get mad at me when I didn't talk to you when I'm out with my friend . You know , it's not everyday that I'm out with them and still you can blame me because I'm the one who doesn't want to go out . As for you , have I ever forbid you for going out and skate everyday ? No , I didn't . I know I was nothing to you and so I just don't care what you want to do . Remember the worst arguement that we ever had . I was so upset and I even ask your friend for help . Your words were so mean to me . Seriously , I find it rude but do you apologize to me after that . NO , you didn't . Nevermind , it's been 4 months and I'm used to it . How I wish I could just say this to you but I dare not to tell you . I know you best , it wont turn out good if I were to tell you . As for the incident that happened last night , I would like to apologise . It was my fault . I know you don't want to talk to me anymore . You hung up while I was on the line after which you force me to sleep when I know you don't want to talk to me and when I didn't sleep you didn't care and I end up text-ing with your brother . I'll see if you really want to ignore me again today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;For those boys out there , don't text girls calling her B , Bhy , Baby or whatsoever . Don't tell her that she is your LAST girlfriend when she is actually not even your girlfriend . Just don't do any stupid things that will make them fall for you . You know , some girls fall in love easily . Some girls fall for boys who are fucking nice to them with their words and so on . Don't treat them like a princess because they will have a feeling that you like them . If you know you like other girl , don't pretend to be nice infront of them when you actually like other girls . Don't fucking control their life because you're nothing to them . Just stop flirting with them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;For those girls out there , don't be stupid and fall for boys like these . After you broke your heart you will be fucking emotional . After which you'll be someone with lack of love posting about love on your wall and begging for that boy to come back . Love is just a feeling . If you love somebody and don't want to get your heart broken , just don't fall in love . It's your emotions . Control your emotions . Don't let your emotions control you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ani talking about love again . I'm not in love and I will never be . This is so fake when  say I will never be because one day there will be this someone who will attract my hearts . Attract like a magnet ? Ani is bullshit-ting . As for me , I'm too young to fall in love . Love is a big word and I still want to enjoy my life with those love ones around me . I don't want a guy at this moment whom I need to be there for 24/7 . When you have a boyfriend , you will need to be there for them 24/7 . There's no more freedom for you . You see , I'm not a type of girl who is into guy at this moment , I'm into girls right now . Ok not . I am not a fucking lesbian . I am straight . I like boys , not girls . There's too much "fucking" int his post . I am feeling so fuck-ed up and that's the reason why there's too much "fucking" here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I planned to go johor today but plan got blackfired because I need to go down to clark quay tomorrow . I'll be heading down to johor tomorrow instead . Going to watch movie over there and cousin gonna treat me . As per normal , I don't need to fork out any single cents . I think I will be sleeping at cousin's crib and will be going home either on the saturday or the sunday . I have yet to tell mum about it but who cares I will be going if mum doesn't let me . Afterall since when did she not allow me to go out . I've got nothing much to say anymore . Imma log out now . Bye . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-968614193193835544?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/968614193193835544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-take-blame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/968614193193835544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/968614193193835544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-take-blame.html' title='I&apos;ll take the blame'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQmwHZahoNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/phXsAI2keAM/s72-c/PB045264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3067843547850011257</id><published>2010-12-13T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:27:55.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQYCnYq2WyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3lBzBDdeafk/s1600/PB185666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQYCnYq2WyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3lBzBDdeafk/s400/PB185666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550126466441042722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sorry for not updating for such a long time . I was too busy and was lazy to update . Last two weeks I went back to my kampong . It's the second time I went back to kampong this holiday . My grandmother passed away on the 1st of December . May she rest in peace . I was lucky enough to see her a week before she go . Brother and sister didnt get to see her because they were still schooling when I went there with my parents and Little sister . I was in the train on the way to dance practice when I receive the news . Cousin called me using an unknown number but I didnt pick up the call . After some time I receive a text from the unknown number . The first thing I do was to knock my forehead . I started crying at Gombak platform . I was lucky to have a small towel with me so I can cover my face when I cry . At that moment I know I need someone to talk to me and comfort me . I called Suhaimi followed by Diana because I just called Suhaimi before I receive the news and I was suppose to meet Diana after my dance practice . Afterwhich I text my sister and meet her before going home . I reach home , change and go to harbourfront centre to book ferry tickets . I did not sleep at that night same goes to mum . Pity mum that mum do not get the chance of looking at my late grandmother for the last time . Dad was frustrated with Uncle Anjang because they could wait for us to reach there . All we can see when we reach there was the pillow . During that time I cried . I was expecting to see my late grandmother for the last time and overcome my fear . I wont elaborate more on my fear . I didnt get to kiss her for the last time and all I can do is pray for her . My family and I stayed there for 8 days except for my brother because he has a n examination coming up so he has to go home my himself . I did enjoy staying at there and I get slash by my sister while I was swimming . Stupid her . I did lots of activities at there . I wont list out everything because I'm lazy ^^ I came home on last friday . I was happy to receive a few text sms from someone . Suppose to meet that someone on that day but I wasn't feeling that well on that day . All I did was to stay at home . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day , which is the saturday , I went out with Esty . Firstly we went to Far east , next to Bugis . The fun part at Bugis is to disturb people . There's this woman who push me . She was walking in front of me and I purposely push her bag for a lot of times but she ignore . After that went to Haji Lane and meet the boys . While waiting , we ate ice cream . I want to eat ice cream please . I went off around 11pm . Someone pissed me off and so I went home . I did not have any plans for yesterday and so I followed mum and dad to Kampong Melayu . Watch Kuda Kepang . Very scary but still I watch it . Maybe going Geylang again to watch "sapto"(I think that's the group name) perform . My uncle is in that group and I want to watch him . I have new spots for my weekends already . Saturday will be town area and sunday will be geylang . Yay ! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan to stay at home . Am very lazy to go out . Tomorrow I have to go to city hall in the afternoon afterwhich I'm gonna meet my new minah rep friend , Diana . I hope she read this . Why I call her minah rep , go find out yourself . There's two annoying kid at home and now they're fighting because the sister drawing is so ugly and the younger one start to pull the sister hair . The younger one is so cute and fierce like me . As in the fierce part only not the cute part . They will be staying here till end of december . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to the song at the previous post . I just love it . I have a new resolution for 2011 but I wont list it out here . I want to keep it to myself and make sure I do fulfill it . My birthday is less than two weeks time . I want to turn 16 quickly please . I'm gonna list out the things that I want for my birthday , If you kind enough please do buy me those things *muke tak malu* &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;* A new high cut shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;* Nixon new era cap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A new handphone &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A boyfriend (okey this one fake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;* Birkenstock Sandal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nixon watch &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A new wallet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;* A new watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I think that's about it . I know I very tak tahu malu . Afterall I ask for present once every year only what . I think I'm going to celebrate my birthday at johor since cousin getting engage on 26 december . Will not be in singapore on the 25 , 26 &amp;amp; 27 december . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm done updating my blog but I think this post like very merepek gitu . Whatever it is , I will update again if i'm not lazy . bye ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-3067843547850011257?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3067843547850011257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-for-not-updating-for-such-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3067843547850011257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3067843547850011257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-for-not-updating-for-such-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TQYCnYq2WyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3lBzBDdeafk/s72-c/PB185666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7263584341765582460</id><published>2010-12-13T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:53:59.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagu Anak - Rindu Muhammadku - Haddad Alwi &amp; Vita dan anak-anak indonesi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MzwLkqmkq58?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7263584341765582460?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7263584341765582460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/lagu-anak-rindu-muhammadku-haddad-alwi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7263584341765582460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7263584341765582460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/lagu-anak-rindu-muhammadku-haddad-alwi.html' title='Lagu Anak - Rindu Muhammadku - Haddad Alwi &amp; Vita dan anak-anak indonesi...'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MzwLkqmkq58/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7231424830588250808</id><published>2010-11-27T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:23:28.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please call me Wing Tai Asia .'/><title type='text'>5 days (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TPEGJ6bS-LI/AAAAAAAAAt8/YcO26XBAgF4/s1600/PA235249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TPEGJ6bS-LI/AAAAAAAAAt8/YcO26XBAgF4/s400/PA235249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544219383642126514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I manage to stay at home for 5 straight days . I am such a good girl . I am really very proud of myself . I only manage to go out yesterday . I followed mum to the supermarket in the morning and went back home . Yesterday I was being a good girl . I helped mum in the kitchen . There's too much work to be done that I stop half-way because my fingers were in pain . It last for a few minutes before the pain is gone . I swear I cant take it and I was cursing my fingers . Khairi called me last night and ask where I was . He taught I was anti-social and did not want to join him anymore . You see , I've been hanging out with my friends a lot right after O'level ends but not , I spend my time staying at home instead . Of course I did some useful stuffs at home . I was on the phone with Diana last night . She seriously could not believe me that I did stay at home for the past few days . See , all of my friends could not believe it too . This shows that I am a type of "jahat" girl in the past but I'm not anymore . I dont know what got into me that cause a sudden change in me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I've been waking up early . Today I went for an interview at Wing Tai Asia in the morning . I wanted someone to accompany me but I guess its better for me to go alone . There's lots of people and most of them are in groups but I was alone . I complete the form and luckily there's one hillgrovian whom I know of course . He accompany me throughout the interview . It was a relieve because the interview wasn't like any other interview . We were called to go to the conference room and there were atleast 10 people in there . The guy whom I believe to be Dennis only ask common questions like , "when you can start work?" , "What outlet do you want to work in?" , "which area would you prefer?" . That's some of the questions . If all the interview was like that , I dont mind going for 100 hundreds of interview . Okey fake . Hopefully , I'll get a call from them tomorrow . And if I get shortlisted , I'll be starting work on the tuesday . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another interview on Monday and I really hope that I dont need to go for the Monday interview . This means , I really hope that I'll get the job from Wing Tai Asia . I'll be hanging my phone round my neck to wherever I want to go even at home . That's what I did just now . Hope that I'll get a job soon and earn big money ^^ I've got no plans tomorrow . Will see how the day goes tomorrow . I shall go now . Will update again when I have the time . Good night !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7231424830588250808?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7231424830588250808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-days-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7231424830588250808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7231424830588250808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-days-y.html' title='5 days (Y)'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TPEGJ6bS-LI/AAAAAAAAAt8/YcO26XBAgF4/s72-c/PA235249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-5233591109951846583</id><published>2010-11-23T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:16:18.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life has a repeat button .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TOvhX4c1PKI/AAAAAAAAAt0/-6ObL14HwMs/s1600/PB195775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TOvhX4c1PKI/AAAAAAAAAt0/-6ObL14HwMs/s400/PB195775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542771566816083106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;For a moment I feel sad for the next moment I was angry . Angry and sad at the same person for the same reason . I knew you were hiding something from me . All I can do is just shut up and see how long you can keep that secret of yours . I'm not stupid when it comes to this . You dont know me that well . You have yet to see the bad side of me . Dont be surprise if i spit all the harsh word onto you . Thats me . The harsh violent girl . I know I'm nothing to you but I am annoyed by how you treat me . Im not a small kid . Gosh , you know what , I think you're the third person that I've been waiting for . If you are , thanks a lot . I do appreciate it . You know , my life has a repeat button . I experience the same thing for the third time . I am well-prepared for that . Freak , I just hate you . I dont feel like talking to you anymore but my heart is being kind to you . It is being kind indeed to almost everything . I just dont understand myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-5233591109951846583?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5233591109951846583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-has-repeat-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5233591109951846583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5233591109951846583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-has-repeat-button.html' title='My life has a repeat button .'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TOvhX4c1PKI/AAAAAAAAAt0/-6ObL14HwMs/s72-c/PB195775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-1370859022650434375</id><published>2010-11-23T18:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:47:37.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pig day'/><title type='text'>Why am I talking about love ? _l_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TOuYS9wGvcI/AAAAAAAAAts/-9SUCfWCt7w/s1600/PB105375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TOuYS9wGvcI/AAAAAAAAAts/-9SUCfWCt7w/s400/PB105375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542691217990925762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I thought when I'm back someone will wait for me upon my arrival . It was sad when I get to know of something . I know I shouldn't assume but it was obvious enough .  I was suspicious of you eversince you ask me lots of stupid questions related to love . Mind you , im not interested . My reply when you ask those questions was "jangan nak merepek please . I want to sleep . Selamat malam" . Ever wonder why I always skip those question ? I do not want to be in love . I was in love back then but now I wont . I may say I wont but for sure one day I'll be in love . That day wont be so soon . I dont want a guy to hang around me when you know you are in love with another girl . You stayed because you dont want to disappoint me . You know , Im not stupid . I know exactly how you're feeling and what's happening . I'm good when it comes to this . It happen to me lots of times . Go for the girl , dont be stuck with me . I dont like it . Just go away and dont worry about me . I'll be just fine . When you need me just come back , I am used to this . I am happy to be doing this for you . You know , you dont need to play a guessing game because you're such a loser when it comes to this . Just tell me truth because it is fucking irritating . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the paragraph above . I'm back in singapore . I was suppose to come home yesterday but father doesn't want to . Mum and Lil sis are still at Batam . Not sure when will they be coming home since grandma is sick . Grandma , I know I rarely talk to you . I hope you'll get well soon . On the first day , I reach the village and none of my relatives were there . They attend a wedding ceremony and was homed in the later afternoon . I went to the hospital to visit my cousin since he is down with fever . I spend most of my time sleeping there since I did not sleep on the previous night . I head home bath and sleep again . I spend most of my time over there by sleeping . On the following day went to swim at the far end of the house . I stay at a long house . It is above the water and so we swim at the far end . It was such a long time since I swim at there . Mum does not allow me at first but I did go ahead . It was fun . We went to the beach the next day to swim again . And I super love the martabak keju :D I eat it everyday . I didn't buy anything at there . It was a short relaxing vacation for me . I'll upload the photos soon . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am back in singapore and I think I really have to go for job hunting . I have to start work as soon as possible . I really do . I cant spend my time rotting at home . I slack for the whole day eversince I reach home just now . Since mum not at home I have to help with the house chores which I never did . I dont think I can go out to hunt for job since I have no money and my ez-lind has no value . I have to ask dad for money but I know dad will be angry about dad . What should I do if I have no money at all . Damn ~ I think I should go talk to dad before he go to work . Shall update again . Hurul &amp;amp; Aishah , thanks for reading my blog . Atleast , its worth while for me to update . So long readers ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-1370859022650434375?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1370859022650434375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-am-i-talking-about-love-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1370859022650434375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1370859022650434375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-am-i-talking-about-love-l.html' title='Why am I talking about love ? _l_'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TOuYS9wGvcI/AAAAAAAAAts/-9SUCfWCt7w/s72-c/PB105375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8527833287766714003</id><published>2010-11-13T03:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T09:04:31.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Away again ~'/><title type='text'>It's time to party !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TOcannl6seI/AAAAAAAAAtk/N1S0d1Lm7d8/s1600/PB195733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TOcannl6seI/AAAAAAAAAtk/N1S0d1Lm7d8/s400/PB195733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541427134447923682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It was a tough journey for me for the past months and I manage to overcome it . I nearly gave up along the journey . It gave me lots of pressure . Now , it's finally over . I am happy that I have completed my secondary school life . I will just need to wait for the results . With god wills , I am sure to achieve good results . For the past months , I have to suffer waking up early for school and going home late . I usually dont have enough rest . This also cause me to be lazy to go to school especially on the last week of school . Usually when I skip school , mum doesn't know about this because she'll be going out before I wake up and she'll come home at 6pm . My daily routine is to go to school in the morning and class usually end in the late afternoon . Afterwhich , I head straight home . I eat and bath . After that I go out again to the library and study till 9pm . I come home after that and continue to study again till 12am or beyond that . Everyday I'll do that . I spend my saturday at Gombak Macdonald with my seniors . We usually study from 3pm to night . I spend my sundays either studying at home or at the library . Eversince I moved to Yishun , I've been going out by myself and of course studying by myself . It does help me because there's no distraction . When school out and we were given two weeks to have self-study at home . Some of us have to go to school for the just-in-time clinic . I did come for certain subjects hoping that it would help me and it does . Trust me , I have never been so hardworking that I can die if I didnt't study . I skip meals , sometimes I only eat once per day . I have insufficient sleep . With my conditions , I'm always feel weak . Mum bought me vitamins just to get myself healthy but mum I'm sorry because I dont even open up the bottle . Mum also start scolding me for going home late almost everyday and not eating those vitamins of course . It get worse when O'level was few weeks away . I get all stress up with my living environment . I never like studying at home . Afterwhich I found a new place to study . Yishun Macdonald near to my house . It closes at 11pm and I usually come at 7.30pm and studied at there till it close . Sometimes , I didnt even get to see my family members for a few days . For example, after school when I reach home , mum wont be at home . I went out to study and few hours after that she came home . When I reach home after studying , she has gone to sleep already . See what I mean . I hardly see them . I feel so apart from the family because Im hardly at home . I'll be at home only when it is time to sleep . Sometimes when I go home early and mum still awake she'll nag at me . I hate it when mum nags at me . Well , who doesn't but I really get annoyed by her . Even by looking at her face I feel so irritated . Well , not that Im being rude but its the fact . I just need a time on my own to get done with all the things that are undone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;There was once when I argue terribly with my mum . I just woke up and I was damn exhausted after how many days of not having enough sleep and not consuming enough food . On that day , I slept in the afternoon and plan to study at night . When I wake up , mum ask me to teach my Lil sis . I ask my brother to help since he was doing nothing but he refuse to . I was exhausted and I know I have to study . I cant miss an hour of not studying . See , how self-centred I was . All I think was studying . After which mum get angry at me . Imagine , if you just woke up and you are eating and your mum nags at you for this little stuff . I get mad . After I eat , I change my clothes and went out of the house . Before I went out I did argue again with mum . It was the worst arguement because its the first arguement that make her cry . I know I was wrong but cant she understand me . I have to put my studies first before anything else . Atleast for the time being . At that night , I walk to Yishun MRT . I have never ever walk to Yishun MRT and that was my first time . It was quite far and I manage to get the directions correctly . I called cousin because I really need someone to talk to at that moment . Lucky me she was there . She warn me not to do anything stupid because she knows that I'll do anything when im upset or angry . She knows me well enough . I cry when I was talking to her . After few hours , I went home and I totally ignore mum and went to sleep . That arguement was the worst one that I ever had with mum . After few days we were back to normal .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;When O'level starts I spend my time studying at Bukit Batok Macdonald with friends afterwhich at Yishun Macdonald at night . I went to this two Macdonalds everyday and I guess those workers there get bored of my face . I did make friends at Yishun Macdonalds . The manager over there were friendly . Those workers whom I find them annoying at first eventually talk to me . I never get bored going there because it will be the same faces everyday . There was one night I was lock in the Macdonald with the other workers and manager . They were about to close but the manager insisted me to stay and so I did . They ask me to join for supper but I didnt . I dont know when will I be coming there again . I dont think I will since there's not a need to do so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;That's how my tough journey was . It's not everything but I cant possibly write it all here . All I know , I've been suffering a lot and its part of life . Every secondary school students will suffer the same situation as I do . Besides that , I always argue in the phone with my mum . It's like everytime . When Diana is with me , she'll say " ah , nak nangis" . Means I am going to cry . You can get all tense up when you talk to my mum . She wont understand anything despite telling her so  many times . That's the reason I find her annoying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Enough of what happen . It's over and now it's time for me to find work . Any job recommendation ? I'm yet to be 16 and its hard for me to find a job for myself . I have try to apply here and there but still no job is available . Shall wait for the upcoming days . I'll hope I'll get a job fast and can spend my time working rather than staying at home . I dont want to face mum for sure . She been asking me to work even before O'level ends . After this , Im gonna shut her mouth up after giving her part of my salary . I'll hope I'll get a job soon .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of O'level , I went home with scribbling on my uniform . Imagine wearing a school uniform with scribbling on it and going home from bukit batok to Yishun . Everyone was looking at me . I was proud because all eyes were on me . After which head to town to meet the usuals . It was fun eventhough some of them cant join us . They really make my day . After which I spend most of my time hanging out with my girls and boys at town . It seems like almost everyday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the monday , which is 15 of November . We held a suprise celebration for Erdina . I was the liar . We went to marina barrage . It went well . She didnt suspect anything and that's good . I hope she did enjoy the day with us . Check out the pictures at my facebook .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome . It was out Prom Night . At first I wasn't excited but when I am all dress up , I was so freaking sexcited . Sis help me out with the preparation . I head to Asstea's crib and took taxi with Terenjit , Darren and Fandi . I love the finale which is the dancefloor . My girls were being bitchy throughout the day and I like it . I would love to have more of it . I am so going to miss them . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Look at the timing . I am still not sleeping . I'm going off to batam in few more hours . I just can wait . Im going with that and comfirm kecoh . The ferry is at 12 noon and I think I should be getting ready now or else dad will nag at me . Before that , I would like to apologise for not updating my blog on the 12 November . I did promise to update it but I was busy . Besides , I dont think anyone would want to read my grandmother story .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suhaimi , thanks for accompanying me . You didnt have your sleep just because of me . I am so going to miss you and yes I will . Alright peeps , I have to go now . Enjoy your days ahead .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : The date above was not the exact date . It was suppose to be 20 November .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8527833287766714003?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8527833287766714003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-time-to-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8527833287766714003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8527833287766714003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-time-to-party.html' title='It&apos;s time to party !'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TOcannl6seI/AAAAAAAAAtk/N1S0d1Lm7d8/s72-c/PB195733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6957758963000025656</id><published>2010-09-25T10:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:54:27.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time to go'/><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TJ1kSVXQNkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aR5eaYkt9Cw/s1600/P9064238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520678984361195074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TJ1kSVXQNkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aR5eaYkt9Cw/s400/P9064238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's a guy who came into my dream last night but I don't know who he is . I wont elaborate on what I dream of but it was freaking nice . If my life was like how it was in my dream , I'll be the happiest girl in the world . Unfortunately , it was just a dream . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've decided to blog now and this will be my last post before O'level starts . I'll be back posting after my O's and which is 12 of november . I'll have to do this because I left with a month to study . In 2 weeks time , I'll be gone from the school . I can't wait for that . For now , yes I want to leave the school but as time goes on , I am sure that I'll miss going to school and of course seeing those retards in school . Those great memories with the class . Those arguements with DEION , my number 1 fanatic boy in class . He always call me "Minah" or "Siti" . Showing my stiupid face to Wei Chong Neo , the smartest kid in class . Talking nonsense with Nur'Ain . Slapping Faizah's face , the most slenge kid in the world . Doing stupid stuffs with my babes . Gossip-ing about those MEREPEK people in the school . I enjoy doing all those stuffs but after this , things will change . We're not gonna meet each other that often . We'll be busy with our own things . We won't have time for each other anymore I guess . 2 weeks left and I should treasure the happy moments in the school . As for the teachers , I thank all of you for all the efforts that you put it . It was rather disappointing when we get bad results but those encouragement make us work hard . 1 month left and I am going to push myself real hard . No more internet for 6 days in a week . This will mean that I'll will only use my Internet on Sunday but for only 2 hours . No more watching Tv . No more going out with friends . I'll start everything by Monday since I'm going raya with friends for this weekend . People , please do not text me that often . I'll have to put away my handphone for the time being . My prepaid is low and I dont think Im gonna top up . This helps me not to text others . Action speaks louder than words , I'll make sure I'll do every single of it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've gotten back all my results for Prelims and it was so disappointing . I fail 2 subect which is A-math (F9) and combine science (E8) . My A-math still cannot make it . Due to this , I have to meet my math teacher everyday and have to do atleast a paper per day . I improve my combine science by a grade . Mr L was proud of me for mt physics practical . I got 10/15 and I think I am the highest . But still overall , I still fail . I only improve on combine science and computer studies . My Combine humanities , English and E-math is getting worst . I guess it is a wake up call for me . I'm gonna start mugging till late nights since I've been sleeping early for this few days and I think I have enough rest already . Hope so my migrane wont come back so I can study peacefully . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'll be going to the library later on if only today's plan of going to Fandi's open house is cancelled . After going to the library , shall head to town to meet KUDUT and pass him his shirt . His shirt have been with me for almost a month . I shall not keep it any longer . I met him last night at Yan's house but I forgotten to bring his shirt along with me . Everytime I want to pass him , his shirt , he will say he dont want to go out . If I ask him out , he would rather stay at home and sleep for the whole day . PIGGY ! He's taking N'level this year but still dont want to go to school . When people wake up to go to school , he'll be in bed till late afternoon . He is damn lazy . How I wish I could slap his face yesterday for a wake up call . Ask to take picture also lazy than want to scold me . Very good la you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be going raya with those skaters and bladers . Gonna be fun and awesome . First house is Rahim's house . Lutfi on the way ~ Comfirm epic ! I hope Faris and ABANG can make it on sunday and it will be a blast outing again . Faris that cute fat boy . You're damn cute . He call me "hujan" because my name is nuuRAINY . Rainy means hujan in malay . ABANG which is Fi , he claims to be my abang since when I dont know . Fi , adik kau baik eh ? haha . Since I'm going out tomorrow , I shall finish up all the assignments by today . Have to go home early tomorrow since there's school on Monday . For now , I shall end here . All those strugglings will end pretty soon . I'll be back by 12 of November . Dont bother to visit this webpage till November comes . Good bye people !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Good Luck to those who are taking your major examination this year . May blessings be with you . Study hard and your hard work will pay off . Dont ever give up . Few more weeks to go and we will be gone from all those sufferings . All the best :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-6957758963000025656?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6957758963000025656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6957758963000025656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6957758963000025656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TJ1kSVXQNkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aR5eaYkt9Cw/s72-c/P9064238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-1917583739063304456</id><published>2010-09-19T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:37:30.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kecohness ~'/><title type='text'>Out of town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hey peeps ! I'm currently at johor . Raya-ing with family here is very the kecoh . I like . Will be going home tomorrow morning . Gonna enjoy the last minute over here with cousins and my BAPOKS . Yea , I do have bapok friends here . I super like the way they are . They make me go GAGA . Atleast I wont need to think of those things that is happening . I shall go now and come back with a proper post . Good night !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-1917583739063304456?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1917583739063304456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/out-of-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1917583739063304456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1917583739063304456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/out-of-town.html' title='Out of town'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-5813006518106709064</id><published>2010-09-16T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:20:25.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suckish feeling .'/><title type='text'>I'm so kental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TJIEt1d40VI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VrHwNuB4dKg/s1600/P9053966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TJIEt1d40VI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VrHwNuB4dKg/s400/P9053966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517477678975340882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I hate having this suckish feeling . Wouldn't it be good if I dont have any feelings and be like an idiot . Damn it ! I went to sleep in the afternoon and wake up with tears rolling down my cheek . What's happening to me . People say I'm being emotional this few days . Fcuk you ani ! Stop it sia . You very kental ani ! Okey , I shall stop talking to myself . I've been telling anak karim what's happening and lucky me he was there to listen to me . Yea , I should chill out . My life change a lot ever since I move to yishun . I've been going out by my own this few days . The feeling of being alone is so damn irritating . Worse , no one text me . If I am still staying at Gombak , atleast I have someone to keep me accompany so I wont be a loner . I would have those fcuking feeling when Im alone and I am trying to occupy myself with studies and friends . I hate myself for being too kind to others . People , Im not here to entertain you when you have no one else . It's so damn irritating when it happens . Oh my , I have to get rid of this feelings but I just cant . I need someone who will text me 24/7 or even go out with me when im bored . I have plan for my days ahead . Basically I will spend my time on my studies and catching up with my friends . Those who want to join me or whatsoever , do inform me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I know this post is so vulgar but hell yeah , this is the place where I always let out my feelings . I bet no one do bother to read up . I've been very busy preparing for my prelims and finally it's coming to the end . Tomorrow will be my science practical and after that I could rest for my weekends . Will be back studying by monday . O'level is about one month away and Im scared if I cant achieve what I want . I've been having headache or better still migrane this few days . Not only that , I feel like someone poking a needle on the entire of my body . It's damn pain . Headache during examinations , gosh . Maybe it's because I've been pushing myself to stay up till late night to study . I should rest more for the time being . I do not know what to study for my practical tomorrow . I hate chemistry practical because I just hate all the chemicals and the smell . As for physics , I love it . I shall try to go through all the practical that I've done later on and try to sleep early . I'll be spending half the day in school doing nothing tomorrow . Have to reach school by 7.15am which is not the normal timing to be in school and will have quarantine till 12.45pm . Tomorrow bring all the kuih raya and we beraya in school alright . I think I talk to much . I better get going now . Bye peepos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-5813006518106709064?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5813006518106709064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-kental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5813006518106709064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5813006518106709064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-kental.html' title='I&apos;m so kental'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TJIEt1d40VI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VrHwNuB4dKg/s72-c/P9053966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4881963986566523732</id><published>2010-08-31T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T02:47:13.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s go gaga'/><title type='text'>Dirty people -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THv6IUSxuBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/6Ld1ZAaLtn0/s1600/P7183318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THv6IUSxuBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/6Ld1ZAaLtn0/s400/P7183318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511273589811296274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks to Md Siddiq and Amirah Kassim that I'm not asleep . I was sleeping and this two idiots were making so much noise and my sister was showing me to Md Siddiq . They were video call-ing . Irritating much . Dirty people -.- I've end up online at this hour when I have school later on . I think I can survive since there's no lesson today and I am so gonna be super hyper-active later on . People , watch out for me later on . Especially during the Aces day . We gonna "oh yea , oh yea " . I miss leading the school during Aces day . That's what I did with Ryan chong last year . I lead the lower secondary people and they were awesome . I like . I wonder how the upper sec did . Have to wait and stay tune . After Aces day , gonna have class family time and I dont know what . Concert for the upper sec will be the last programme for the day . I can't wait for that . I want to watch the dance plus a need to observe how this year EXCO run the entire concert . My juniors , good luck for later on . Hopefully everything will go on smoothly . Not to worry we will be there to guide you guys . Gosh , I cant wait and now I'm totally awake . I think I'm not going to sleep anymore . Instead , I'm gonna online till sahur . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;People , not to worry . I am fine . People keep asking me if I'm fine . I'm doing great . It's just the feelings that doesn't seem great . Thanks for asking :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-4881963986566523732?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4881963986566523732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/dirty-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4881963986566523732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4881963986566523732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/dirty-people.html' title='Dirty people -.-'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THv6IUSxuBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/6Ld1ZAaLtn0/s72-c/P7183318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7886607459907755440</id><published>2010-08-30T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:31:25.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let it go ~'/><title type='text'>It's all about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THtWydIiv8I/AAAAAAAAAs0/7pdHmAN92jA/s1600/P8193742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THtWydIiv8I/AAAAAAAAAs0/7pdHmAN92jA/s400/P8193742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511093993831841730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;It's all about you . You , You , You . It's so hard to get rid of you . I do not want anything to do with you anymore . I dont mind erasing you from my life but my heart tells me not to . Why oh why must it be you . You're such a nuisance . Things does not go like how I plan . Maybe because you change a lot and you will never ever look back to your past . Which means , not looking back at those people who do exist in your life . You taking those around you for granted . Stand by to those new friends and later on forget about the old one . Even your bestfriend hate you because you just simply dont care about them anymore . I like how your bestfriend confront you . I was so happy that it happen . Unfortunately , you didnt even bother about it . Sadly , the same things happen twice and I still give in to you . Reason being you should know yourself . What if the same thing happen again for the third time ? I still remember the names which we call ourself . Sometimes I wonder if you really mean what you say . Forget about it . I try very hard to avoid you and I manage to do so . Months have past and I am happy that you're gone but not gone totally . I dont wish to see you anymore please .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THtbhnR0XvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/9IQQxNWmYrY/s1600/37292_128980583803902_100000758847891_123012_3430170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THtbhnR0XvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/9IQQxNWmYrY/s400/37292_128980583803902_100000758847891_123012_3430170_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511099202055462642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Ahmad Tamimi Indra Bin Atan , it's your birthday today and I miss you so badly . Friends , I am sorry that I'm posting about him . I know you guys dont like it . It's the past and I dont wish the same thing to happen again . I've listen to the advice and I'm just posting about him not more than that so you guys do not need to worry about me . I've decided on what to do if one day he turns back . Atiba , Happy Birthday . May all your wishes come true . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7886607459907755440?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7886607459907755440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-all-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7886607459907755440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7886607459907755440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-all-about-you.html' title='It&apos;s all about you'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THtWydIiv8I/AAAAAAAAAs0/7pdHmAN92jA/s72-c/P8193742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4616226608844747170</id><published>2010-08-29T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:08:37.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THlVu_1OqYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/oa3JBHRj1YY/s1600/P8193702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THlVu_1OqYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/oa3JBHRj1YY/s400/P8193702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510529884961548674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Everytime I am alone , I will tend to think of my past . Those memories were so meaningful how I wish I could have those times again . When I walk at the open field near my house , I will think of lots of things . Sometimes , I just feel like falling . Every now and then , I have been thinking too much . I would scold myself for doing so . I don't know what's happening to me . Why oh why must I think of those memories . It is just a waste of time . I can't change those past . I have to live with it in my memory . Damn , if I have a memory card in my head , I would take it off and delete those unwanted times . Ass ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Look at the time . It's early in the morning and I am still awake . I'm suppose to be studying right now but my mind doesn't seem to be working . I will need to start studying shortly and go to sleep . I've spend my saturday studying with my seniors and break fast with them . As for today , I'm going to break fast with family at gombak . My gemok is sleeping . I was so bad to disturb him all the time . He was begging me not to disturb him or else he will tell my mother . Cute or what ? Perangai budak kecil seh . Gemok will wake up soon and accompany me till I sleep .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It's my stalker birthday today . After so long of not meeting him , I get to meet him few days ago . He miss me damn badly and so I decided to meet him . We went to catch a movie since he is a movie freak and breakfast together at Vivo . Did a lot of talking and I swear he is weird . He get angry with an uncle at the mosque . Just because that uncle spot his mistake during prayers . I make new friends also on that day . Going out with poly students can be an eye-opener also . They keep talking about their poly lifes and courses . I went home with Yais on that day . Played with his Iphone till I reach Yishun . Thanks for the splendid day . Hope to meet you guys soon . Syed Hafizudin , Happy 17th Birthday . May all your wishes come true . Meet you again soon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THlbVHlORaI/AAAAAAAAAss/nXuQfm5v8gs/s1600/40099_436943254728_573794728_4588267_6550687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THlbVHlORaI/AAAAAAAAAss/nXuQfm5v8gs/s400/40099_436943254728_573794728_4588267_6550687_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510536037435065762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THlbVHlORaI/AAAAAAAAAss/nXuQfm5v8gs/s1600/40099_436943254728_573794728_4588267_6550687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sometimes , you have to learn how to let it go . Yes , it does hurt but you have to learn to bear with it . Dare fall in love than take the consequences . It's hard to control the feeling that you have . Love will hurt you but not falling in love will also hurt you . You will tend to think of your ex-es and get envy with those couples that you see . My dear friend , I know it's hard for you but you have to move on . Maybe he's not the right guy for you . You're still young . You have a long journey to go . Enjoy life and don't let sadness take over your mind . People say crying it's not worth it but for me crying does help . Cry for all you want beacause it help you to let go of all the feelings that you have. If you need someone to talk to . I'll be here for you . Takecare friend :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-4616226608844747170?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4616226608844747170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/everytime-i-am-alone-i-will-tend-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4616226608844747170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4616226608844747170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/everytime-i-am-alone-i-will-tend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/THlVu_1OqYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/oa3JBHRj1YY/s72-c/P8193702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3999888239417654569</id><published>2010-08-15T02:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T03:30:16.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world peace'/><title type='text'>It's time for a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGbdo5RbmkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZF74CnT7E2I/s1600/P8103532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGbdo5RbmkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZF74CnT7E2I/s400/P8103532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505331289145449026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I knew the same thing would happen so why bother about it . I'm used to be in this kind of situation . I wont complain like how others do it or better , like how you do it . Yes , it hurts but no worries . I'm a strong girl .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Time checked , it is sunday . I went out to Gombak yesterday to study with the usuals . I manage to complete some of my chemistry homework . Few more to go . I am going to complete it before I go to bed later on . I made a time table for myself . No more sleeping early for me . Say Hello to laptop at night :D I have nothing to update since nothing interesting happen . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Lucky me I went home before you came . I wonder how would you react when you see me there . Maybe you will show your disappointing face again . You dont need to be sarcastic to me . Please eh . I did that for the sake of having fun . You should say that to yourself . Sometimes I wonder why are you doing that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Bodyguard , as days goes by you getting more sensitive . You so sweet . You have been wanting to cry just because of me . Twice baybeh . I know I'm so evil . I am sorry bodyguard . You know I dont mean it . I promise to do it again *ani face* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I think I should be going now . For those who just read my post , I think you guys have wasted your time here because I am not doing a proper post . Sorry but I'll try not to talk to myself her . Good night world :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-3999888239417654569?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3999888239417654569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-time-for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3999888239417654569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3999888239417654569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-time-for-change.html' title='It&apos;s time for a change'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGbdo5RbmkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZF74CnT7E2I/s72-c/P8103532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-1483865147865481476</id><published>2010-08-13T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:08:41.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saya bosan :('/><title type='text'>Sumpah boring ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGVdUC36IVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/uYjE7O536Fk/s1600/P8133533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGVdUC36IVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/uYjE7O536Fk/s400/P8133533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504908718480433490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Yessa , I'm damn bored . This is my second post for the day . I was so bored that I ask my lil sis to accompany me to skate . I borrow AkhbarBelo deck and skate at void deck . Lil sis also want to try and fell down . We were at the void deck for at least an hour . I sure did sweat a lot . After which we head back home and Lil sis went straight to bed . I think she's tired . I have nothing to do right now . Big sis still outside and I am enjoying having the room on my own for the time being . I turn on some music as loud as I can like nobody business . I am sure mum will come knocking on the door in a few minutes time .  I was watching some dance video and I sure do miss dancing . Few more months left and I can d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;o anything I like after that . Yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGVfWNIRnoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/LagX5B6MZ6s/s1600/P8133536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGVfWNIRnoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/LagX5B6MZ6s/s400/P8133536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504910954616430210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGVebxNd9jI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fCiHEq2oWAg/s1600/P8133535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGVebxNd9jI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fCiHEq2oWAg/s400/P8133535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504909950689605170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-1483865147865481476?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1483865147865481476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/sumpah-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1483865147865481476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1483865147865481476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/sumpah-boring.html' title='Sumpah boring ~'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGVdUC36IVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/uYjE7O536Fk/s72-c/P8133533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-1115050141249811292</id><published>2010-08-13T19:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:20:10.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You kept me wondering'/><title type='text'>I Love That Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGUzhLWFssI/AAAAAAAAAr8/4qftnluB2zE/s1600/17347_225755297766_818877766_3032268_3816789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGUzhLWFssI/AAAAAAAAAr8/4qftnluB2zE/s400/17347_225755297766_818877766_3032268_3816789_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504862764604437186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Happy Sweet Sixteen to my dearest Dianatashya Indriani Binte Abdul Ghani !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; I was honoured to be the first person to make her cry on her birthday . Basically what I do is , I wrote a long note at facebook for her . I make it sound so emotional so that she would cry . She is an emotional girl . Not forgetting , I upload a picture of her crying during our girls talk . Im a good friend . I promise her a belated gift but I have yet to search for it . Not to worry girl , it wont be another pillow . *Bapak aku punye company bantal sudah tutup uh* May all your wishes come true and Good Luck for your O'level . Happy Birthday Bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Next up will be Esty's birthday . Another surprise I guess . Wait and see okey bitch ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I was suppose to break fast with somerset peeps today but I didnt . I have no reason for doing that . I think my mind say better not stay with them any longer . I know if I were to break fast with them , I would come back to the park after eating and there will be lots of people . I wouldn't want to see someone at there . It will just make me feel weird . I have to cut my time with somerset peeps . I have to start revision for my prelims . Prelims is in a week time and I swear I'm not prepared for it . I wanna wash away all my bad habits . I have to focus on my studies . I wouldn't want to upset bodyguard again . I was seriously shock when bodyguard wanted to cry because of me . I promise I wont do it again . That will be the last time :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-1115050141249811292?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1115050141249811292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-that-bitch-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1115050141249811292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1115050141249811292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-that-bitch-d.html' title='I Love That Bitch'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TGUzhLWFssI/AAAAAAAAAr8/4qftnluB2zE/s72-c/17347_225755297766_818877766_3032268_3816789_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3872919537335373142</id><published>2010-07-26T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:48:15.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a problematic girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TE1UXY5StvI/AAAAAAAAArs/D2Tn66v6di8/s1600/P7183315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TE1UXY5StvI/AAAAAAAAArs/D2Tn66v6di8/s400/P7183315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498143480885720818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Its been months since I last updated my blog . I have enough of going away and now I am back . I wont be posting that often since my prelim is getting nearer . Life has been great for me . I've been going through ups and downs lately but I am still here standing strong . I've learnt a lot about life just by going through all the obstacle . I've been keeping all my problems to myself . I dont intend to share it with anyone . I maybe a cheerful girl but deep inside there's so much pain that I have to bear . I've been going out alone this few days . I'm such a loner . How I wish there's somebody who could accompany me everyday . Life have been so different eversince I moved to yishun . I hate to be in yishun . There's no one that I can rely on . Nevertheless , I have to live life to the fullest .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am having a long holiday right now . I am not going to school for this week due to some reason . I've been telling others that I am lazy to go school infact that's only parts of the reason . Mum notice a change in me . She's been nagging at me for not going to school and after some time she will be nice to me . I told mum what exactly happen and she gave me something to read . I'll read it soon mum . I told bodyguard that I dont want to go to school anymore and I was touched by how bodyguard respond . Awww , you so sweet . I miss you bodyguard . Shall meet you soon so I can pinch you :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Bestfriend , I know how you feel . You have to endure the pain . Dont let love control your feelings . Molly have decide on it . It's not once but she been saying the same thing since the beginning . It's time for you to move on in life . If she's for you , she will come back to you . For the time being you just have to forget about her . You just need time to move on . Dont let your emotions control you . I will be here if you need me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Time checked . It's time for me to study . Not going to school is not equal to slacking for the whole day . I have to study at home . I plan to finish up my Emath homework by today . It was due today but since I didnt go to school , I shall complete all my assignment before I am back to school . Im gonna spend my weekend studying all day long if only I am out studying with friends . To those who want to break fast with me , do book me earlier . I am only available on Friday , saturday and sunday . I shall end it here . Bye peepos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-3872919537335373142?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3872919537335373142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-problematic-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3872919537335373142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3872919537335373142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-problematic-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a problematic girl'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TE1UXY5StvI/AAAAAAAAArs/D2Tn66v6di8/s72-c/P7183315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6215544686367925053</id><published>2010-06-13T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:19:03.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TBSwanG0lFI/AAAAAAAAArU/Bo6mtUxr8pw/s1600/24412_374831121357_667086357_3581026_1373435_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TBSwanG0lFI/AAAAAAAAArU/Bo6mtUxr8pw/s400/24412_374831121357_667086357_3581026_1373435_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482200617637418066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going away is the best choice :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye everyone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7225280117040829141-6215544686367925053?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6215544686367925053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-away-is-best-choice-d-good-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6215544686367925053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6215544686367925053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-away-is-best-choice-d-good-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TBSwanG0lFI/AAAAAAAAArU/Bo6mtUxr8pw/s72-c/24412_374831121357_667086357_3581026_1373435_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-782871468034173298</id><published>2010-06-12T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:23:08.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Gosh , I wake up early than usual . I get the wrong info about the beach party . Erhhh ! Im so frustrated about that . I should have gone out with my brother yesterday . Nehmind , atleast I did some useful stuffs at home . Im off to my aunt's house now . I will come back with a proper post . And Happy Birthday to budak gembeng , Muhammad Shaqril Effendi ! You cry somemore , Me and brother is so going to smack you . Bye peeps :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-782871468034173298?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/782871468034173298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/gosh-i-wake-up-early-than-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/782871468034173298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/782871468034173298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/gosh-i-wake-up-early-than-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3611996965139429739</id><published>2010-06-11T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:04:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TBJeLFpNQMI/AAAAAAAAArM/5ahI1UOanP0/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TBJeLFpNQMI/AAAAAAAAArM/5ahI1UOanP0/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481547241049899202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really wanna go for today beach party but too bad I'm not allowed to go. I am so jealous of whom that is going. Daniel shadiq and Hakeem basir is going. Freak you guys! Brother please come home and take me out with you to sentosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7225280117040829141-3611996965139429739?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3611996965139429739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-wanna-go-for-today-beach-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3611996965139429739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3611996965139429739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-wanna-go-for-today-beach-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TBJeLFpNQMI/AAAAAAAAArM/5ahI1UOanP0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-964773509596178004</id><published>2010-06-08T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:38:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I dont smoke , I dont drink but I party . What so great about that ? I think you're just jealous because your mum wont even let you out till late night right ? Or worse , you have to stay at home every holiday till you can convince your parents that you are big enough to takecare of yourself . I know I may look like those good people but yet Im not one of them . It's my life . Why bother about it . You're such an arse !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-964773509596178004?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/964773509596178004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-smoke-i-dont-drink-but-i-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/964773509596178004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/964773509596178004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-smoke-i-dont-drink-but-i-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4259678966685133105</id><published>2010-06-07T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:35:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S THE FOURTH TIME I'VE DREAM OF YOU .&lt;/span&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/7225280117040829141-4259678966685133105?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4259678966685133105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-fourth-time-ive-dream-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4259678966685133105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4259678966685133105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-fourth-time-ive-dream-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4376234439904585299</id><published>2010-06-07T21:16:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:54:35.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAzzuYU01lI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sE8WxAURN1U/s1600/P6072197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAzzuYU01lI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sE8WxAURN1U/s400/P6072197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480022824732382802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Staying at home for the whole day can be quite tiring too . I was suppose to go out with mum to make me a new passport since I'm going Batam next week . The plan was canceled because I woke up late and mum was lazy to go . I did some stupid stuffs at the early part of the day . On the other part of the day , I decided to make use of myself by packing my stuffs as I will be moving out this month . I took out all my books and stuffs and mess it in the room . I lock the door and play a full volume of songs from my Nokia phone . I didnt know that my room was full with my stuffs . It took me quite a long time to settle it but I have yet to complete packing all my stuffs . There's more to come . I only completed a quarter of it . See , I have many things to pack . I will also have to find my missing adidas high-top shoe . I've been searching for it but it is nowhere to be found . I know I misplaced it . Hopefully i'll find it while packing all the stuffs in this house . While doing so , I found lots of things and I was laughing alone to all those stuffs . Its funny but cute somehow . Diana called me just now . She asked me to come to her house to help her to tidy up her room since I told her that I was packing up my stuffs . Diana room will always be in a mess unless if I drop by her house and offer to help her tidy up her room . I am sure if I were to tidy up her room , I'll found many things such as G-string . Diana , not my G-string eh . Anyway Diana , I saw a mouse in my room just now . Your room will be next . You're such a lame ass Diana . Lucky you that I didnt upload the picture that you draw in my book . Diana ask me out to study tomorrow . I am not sure if I can make it since I have many more things to pack in my room . Basically , a day at home again . I'll see how . Below are some pictures which I took just now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz1EMTttjI/AAAAAAAAApE/Gd6HdOSWDkA/s1600/P6072168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz1EMTttjI/AAAAAAAAApE/Gd6HdOSWDkA/s320/P6072168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480024298975245874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz3F85ZXEI/AAAAAAAAApU/bF2nDYcv10I/s1600/P6072170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz3F85ZXEI/AAAAAAAAApU/bF2nDYcv10I/s320/P6072170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480026528221322306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz15f1QU1I/AAAAAAAAApM/l2_9exMpo7E/s1600/P6072169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz15f1QU1I/AAAAAAAAApM/l2_9exMpo7E/s320/P6072169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480025214749266770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TA0BXH_KrgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/gLyreEFKMio/s1600/P6072183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TA0BXH_KrgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/gLyreEFKMio/s320/P6072183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480037818372369922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A card from teachers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;One of them wrote that she is inspired by me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;What does she mean ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try   {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz-uSZs2bI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ii7BnpGj2E4/s1600/P6072177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz-uSZs2bI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ii7BnpGj2E4/s320/P6072177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480034917770123698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz4HnNzD6I/AAAAAAAAApc/YWqrpOUK6IE/s1600/P6072171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz4HnNzD6I/AAAAAAAAApc/YWqrpOUK6IE/s320/P6072171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480027656272678818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A card by Esty during Hari Raya :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz4k1XcXjI/AAAAAAAAApk/toGyh_VuMQ8/s1600/P6072172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz4k1XcXjI/AAAAAAAAApk/toGyh_VuMQ8/s320/P6072172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480028158287437362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A letter from Fatin .&lt;br /&gt;This was few years back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz64pL7PoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GCQeXJDwhbE/s1600/P6072174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz64pL7PoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GCQeXJDwhbE/s320/P6072174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480030697638542978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz_3mSlp_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/P-svE--3lKE/s1600/P6072179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz_3mSlp_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/P-svE--3lKE/s320/P6072179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480036177239451634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A note from someone who I shall not reveal the name .&lt;br /&gt;This was few years back and she is such a lame ass .&lt;br /&gt;The last part , "tak perlu eh" that was 3 years back .&lt;br /&gt;Its the past why should you talk about that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try   {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz9oxImrNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/XCXOBcXk8FU/s1600/P6072176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz9oxImrNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/XCXOBcXk8FU/s320/P6072176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480033723429072082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz8GBz6cYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/NrMrmx-lf88/s1600/P6072175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAz8GBz6cYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/NrMrmx-lf88/s320/P6072175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480032027098640770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TA0ECiPPvyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UhP_9OBFYOQ/s1600/P6072194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TA0ECiPPvyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UhP_9OBFYOQ/s320/P6072194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480040763176763170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sarah Natasa Binte Abdul Kassim .&lt;br /&gt;Oh my , she is so cute back then .&lt;br /&gt;For now , NO she's not cute .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TA0FJh20LkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/F-CSSvMclSg/s1600/P6072195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Guess who is that ?&lt;br /&gt;Its me :D&lt;br /&gt;I know its hard to believe but yes , it is me .&lt;br /&gt;It's Siti Nuurainy Binte Abdul Kassim .&lt;br /&gt;Im cuter than Sarah Natasa Binte Abdul Kassim .&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken when mum and dad left me at my grandparents house .&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who took care of me when I was a baby .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TA0GKuTaD7I/AAAAAAAAAq8/A30IbkpJz7k/s1600/P6072196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Good Night :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7225280117040829141-4376234439904585299?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4376234439904585299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/staying-at-home-for-whole-day-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4376234439904585299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4376234439904585299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/staying-at-home-for-whole-day-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAzzuYU01lI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sE8WxAURN1U/s72-c/P6072197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8649405628665205521</id><published>2010-06-06T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:42:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAK YOU LUH MUM &amp;amp; SIS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7225280117040829141-8649405628665205521?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8649405628665205521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/freak-you-luh-mum-sis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8649405628665205521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8649405628665205521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/freak-you-luh-mum-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2821890415163411128</id><published>2010-06-06T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:57:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My brother was drunk . I hate it when he drink . He just reach home and Eizzam Jaffar was the one who send him home . Seriously he is a piece of shit . Never stop to create trouble for others . Sometimes I do regret having a brother like him but its not my choice . He is still my brother . I thought he will change after what happen but it seems like he dont care and he still want to enjoy his life . Enjoying his life is equal to going out , smoke and drink . That's all he can do . Sometimes I am ashamed when someone talk about my brother . People know me because of my brother , gangster gombak . Pathetic isn't it ? Get a life brother . Where is the old you ? Did you even realise that you have been doing lots of sinful act ? When will you stop all these shits ? Damn you , you're such an ass !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2821890415163411128?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2821890415163411128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-brother-was-drunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2821890415163411128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2821890415163411128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-brother-was-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6165720136974682331</id><published>2010-06-05T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:33:38.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TApZIdYzPHI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-gOp4wjp7dA/s1600/23702_372934498217_533048217_3637532_3257961_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TApZIdYzPHI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-gOp4wjp7dA/s400/23702_372934498217_533048217_3637532_3257961_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479289898512104562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN NURAIN BINTE SAHRI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Hope you enjoy the surprise celebration today . Sorry for lying to you  for the past few months/weeks . You must be upset when me and erdina told you that we can't make it . About the marina barrage , dont blame us for not going there . Blame Faizah for that . We were suppose to go there but something cork up last minute which made us u-turn to somerset . Sorry to let you entertain your retard friend , Faizah alone . I am sure it is damn bored being with Faizah at marina barrage . I hope you enjoy the day and like what we prepare for you . Happy Birthday Ain !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spend my day with my dearest retard friend , Erdina , Faizah and Ain . I was suppose to meet up with Erdina at 11.15 am but I wake up late . I had to rush but luckily I prepare my stuff the night before . After meeting Erdina , head to bugis to buy stuffs for Ain . Afterwhich we head to Marina Bay . Upon reaching there , Faizah called and tell that it was raining heavily . Me and Erdina went back into the train to head to City Hall . The retard called again and tell us to head to Marina Barrage instead . Back to Marina Bay . We waited for the bus nearly for 30 minutes . Both of us were complaining and so we didn't go to Marina Barrage . We went to somerset instead . Reach somerset , Saw Rahim , Iyul and Yan . Talk to them for a while and we went to Orchard Central rooftop . Erdina and I eat our donuts at there . We head back down to somerset Mrt and waited for Faizah and Ain . Faizah called me and say they reach already and I was searching for them . That Faizah was so slenge . She waited at the bus stop . Ain was shock to see us there . Faizah told Ain that she was waiting for her friend . Who eh Faizah ? Mahi or Mahidah ? Stupid sia . Dont know how to lie . We slack at skatepark for us to eat the donuts . Rahim was so funny . Covering his face when he see me . As if like Im going to take his picture . After eating the donuts , we went to Ion to watch the Flesh Mop . It was so fun . Or else Im gonna be down there dancing with the rest . Thanks to the Mother tongue O'level that I couldn't attend the rehearsal . I took the video . I will upload it here soon , The second part infront of Wisma was more fun than the first one . Overall it was awesome . How I wish I could join them . Saw lots of dancer there , Liyana , Irfan , Renny , Yazlyn , Hetty , Azlan , Alif , Fuzie , Sasha . They were awesome . I miss dancing and hang out with some of them :(After that we went to Arab street to have our dinner at Kampong Gelam cafe . Saw Alfifi , Harris and joyce . Harris didn't recognise me . He remember after Alfifi told him . Slenge ! Ain open up her present there . She had a very hard time to open it as Erdina wrap it with lots and lots of newspaper . You're such a clever girl Erdina *Shake hand* After eating we went to Haji Lane . Walk into most of the shops there and head to west mall . Someone was calling my name but I am not sure who is he . Afterwhich we go our separate ways . Brother call me when I was at Bukit Batok . I didn't meet him for today . For the first time , I went home early on saturday . Im such a good girl for today :D I have no plan for tomorrow . I'll think I will stay at home and do my homework . Pictures and videos will be uploaded when I feel like it . Good night humans !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7225280117040829141-6165720136974682331?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6165720136974682331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-sweet-sixteen-nurain-binte-sahri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6165720136974682331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6165720136974682331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-sweet-sixteen-nurain-binte-sahri.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TApZIdYzPHI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-gOp4wjp7dA/s72-c/23702_372934498217_533048217_3637532_3257961_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2750952272781661631</id><published>2010-06-04T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:50:01.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAkR7dfkYHI/AAAAAAAAAos/IO5oOequGRY/s1600/18960_1239497841060_1637718429_573125_2644907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAkR7dfkYHI/AAAAAAAAAos/IO5oOequGRY/s400/18960_1239497841060_1637718429_573125_2644907_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478930134899908722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I just reach home few minutes ago and I am damn tired . Went to Kampong Glam just now and it was splendid :D I love it especially the journey back to school . Let's start from the begining . I get my report slip during the last period . I am not happy with the result . I will never be . I failed 3 subject . It was worse than my previous result . I used to fail only 2 subjects . I fail Computer studies , A-math and Combined science . My L1R4 is 24 . How can I make it to the poly if my result is like this . I have to work hard during the holiday but I have only next week to make the changes . I am going to be real busy this holiday . If want to ask me out do tell me and choose one of the dates next week . Back on track . After school went straight home . Afterwhich did go somewhere with someone to buy something for someone . Head to school after that and off to Kampong Glam . Walk around the area and went to the cemetry area . My class was lucky because none of us complain about anything strange there . Made our way back to malay heritage centre and played some games . The tour guide organise games for us . It was good of her and we did receive some prizes . My group won one of the game and we receive a voucher for Anderson Ice Cream . After playing some games it was time to go . Board the bus and off we went back to school . I love the journey back home . Rubin came infront and give a speech for Miss Tan and afterwhich we sing to few different songs . Miss Tan sing solo and Rubin did the back up . Edward cannot make it . Out of tune but his voice is cute . I did record everything but I wont be uploading it here for today . All the pictures will be uploaded latest is next week . Reach school and we went to the void deck to take our very last photo together . I am waiting for the class outing . That will be the farewell party for Miss Tan before she head to Japan . All the best Miss Tan . I am going to sleep soon . Will update again soon . Good night :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2750952272781661631?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2750952272781661631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-reach-home-few-minutes-ago-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2750952272781661631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2750952272781661631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-reach-home-few-minutes-ago-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAkR7dfkYHI/AAAAAAAAAos/IO5oOequGRY/s72-c/18960_1239497841060_1637718429_573125_2644907_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-1383677393471852029</id><published>2010-06-03T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:00:47.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I am exhausted :( I had a very awesome day with my friends . We went all over singapore . Actually not . Firstly head to IMM next was Jurong Point and lastly Bugis . Finally we found the thing that we want at Bugis . Not forgetting , my stomach was empty . I manage to eat when I reach home . I had a very bad headache due to the "Tap-Tap" game and I fall down while trying something . My backbone hurts :( I think it will be okey the next morning . I am looking forward for tomorrow . Tomorrow is the last day of HELP 4 and my class is going Kampong Glam . This will also mean the last trip with Miss Tan . She's leaving us for Japan . Hope she'll do great in Japan . I am tired . I'm going to sleep soon . Good night humans !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-1383677393471852029?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1383677393471852029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-exhausted-i-had-very-awesome-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1383677393471852029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1383677393471852029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-exhausted-i-had-very-awesome-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-1289724019598376325</id><published>2010-06-02T16:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:26:56.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAYUy4S6SmI/AAAAAAAAAok/W6jd6sDze7c/s1600/28640_385221274513_675394513_3882526_5620514_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAYUy4S6SmI/AAAAAAAAAok/W6jd6sDze7c/s400/28640_385221274513_675394513_3882526_5620514_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478088861080504930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mum was asking me how am I going to manage with my studies after I move to Yishun . Mum I dont have the answer to your question . Not to worry , I'll try to survive in that kind of environment . No matter what it takes , I'll try my best not to let you down . Friends kept reminding me how I will suffer when I move to Yishun . Cursing me is it ? Come on , I'm a young adult . I know how to take care and manage my time well . No worries , I wont suffer that much when I move . I'll be going to school from Yishun starting of term 3 . Wish me luck . Hopefully I wont be late on the first day :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I shall spend the rest of my time here wisely . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-1289724019598376325?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1289724019598376325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/mum-was-asking-me-how-am-i-going-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1289724019598376325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1289724019598376325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/mum-was-asking-me-how-am-i-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAYUy4S6SmI/AAAAAAAAAok/W6jd6sDze7c/s72-c/28640_385221274513_675394513_3882526_5620514_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8655181531049163672</id><published>2010-06-01T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:10:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Its 3pm and the bed is calling me . I've just finish eating and I feel so sleepy . If you guys may not know I have been sleeping and eating a lot lately . It will help me to get more fats . Psssttt , Im underweight :D Despite that , I have not been doing some physical activity which make me a lazy girl . Anybody want to go for a jog with me ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8655181531049163672?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8655181531049163672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-3pm-and-bed-is-calling-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8655181531049163672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8655181531049163672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-3pm-and-bed-is-calling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8533602533942355436</id><published>2010-05-31T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:26:09.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAO0ao7-fkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/yrGJR8luoJU/s1600/P5281877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAO0ao7-fkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/yrGJR8luoJU/s400/P5281877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477419941571231298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugly Picture :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Finally , I'm done with my Mother Tongue paper . I'm back posting in English . I could feel the pressure when I step into the hall . My heart was beating faster than usual . As said in the earlier post , I woke up early . I guess I was too excited for the paper .  I enjoy the morning breeze while walking to school and I took such a long time to walk to school . I am greatful that I could do both paper 1 &amp;amp; 2 . I hope it will turn out like what I expected . I'm aiming to get A1 for Mother Tongue . After the paper , I head straight home . I went straight to bed as soon as I reach home . I plan to go out today but since it is raining a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nd I felt so tired , so I decided to stay at home instead . I'm hoping that I could go out and slack with my primary schoolmates later on . I've been slacking with them almost every night . Will meet them after their work and off to find some food . I'm gonna enjoy my last month in Gombak . I will move to Yishun at the end of June . I'm not happy about it . I do not want to but I have no choice . There's school tomorrow . My last day of school will be on the 4th June . On the same day , I'm going Kampong Glam with my classmate for a trip . Not forgetting I'm going home at 1.05 everyday . Too bad the D&amp;amp;T , F&amp;amp;N and Art student have to stay till late afternoon for coursework . Pity bodyguard as he have his coursework this week from 9am till 5pm . Good luck aite and I'm sure I'm gonna be bored since I cant text him . I'll be going out tomorrow with my friend to get something for someone :D Hopefully tomorrow HELP 4 wont be so bad . Its time to ask for "help" as HELP 4 is starting tomorrow and I'm sure the teacher will torture us again . Gonna start all the suffering again tomorrow . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To King :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chill Bro . Dont be upset just because of her . Im sure she's gonna realise that you actually care about her . It's good to hear that you guys are doing fine . I know you are hoping to get the best from her . Dont give up eventhough you have waited for a year . Sometimes it's worth waiting :D Cheer up aite :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAO3i9d5dlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/K81JD44bbCg/s1600/22165_1214141638602_1380631034_30540250_6201639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAO3i9d5dlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/K81JD44bbCg/s400/22165_1214141638602_1380631034_30540250_6201639_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477423383056053842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;See that guy above . His name is Daniel Shadiq . He is my friend since Im in kindergarden . We been friends for 12 years and we just realise about that . Time flies very fast and now he is already 16 . Happy Belated Birthday Bro . Not forgetting , he takes care of me when I'm out with bro and friends . Thanks Daniel . I met him just now while walking home and his mum ask me to join them as they are having their lunch . No thanks as I'm not used eating with them . Daniel is sick and hope he get well soon . Daniel , we need to meet up soon and catch up with each other . See ya soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8533602533942355436?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8533602533942355436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ugly-picture-d-finally-im-done-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8533602533942355436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8533602533942355436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ugly-picture-d-finally-im-done-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAO0ao7-fkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/yrGJR8luoJU/s72-c/P5281877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-5833323587112147648</id><published>2010-05-31T06:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T06:30:38.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Saya bangun awal pada hari ini . Saya tidak tahu mengapa . Mungkin saya terlalu ghairah . Saya tahu saya sepatutnya belajar . Sementara menunggu kakak untuk mandi , saya akan belajar sebentar nanti . Saya akan menduduki peperiksaan yang sedang saya menantikan lebih kuranh lagi 2 jam . Mudah-mudahan fikiran saya akan menjadi cerdas dan saya tidak akan panik . Saya harus mengakhiri di sini . Sudah tiada masa untuk saya membuang masa . Selamat Pagi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-5833323587112147648?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5833323587112147648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/saya-bangun-awal-pada-hari-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5833323587112147648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5833323587112147648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/saya-bangun-awal-pada-hari-ini.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-5721794348925551554</id><published>2010-05-30T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:56:25.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Saya sedang sakit . Saya harus sembuh sebelum saya meduduki peperiksaan pada esok hari . Saya harap keadaan saya tidak akan melarat . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-5721794348925551554?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5721794348925551554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/saya-sedang-sakit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5721794348925551554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5721794348925551554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/saya-sedang-sakit.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-1717014549134149452</id><published>2010-05-30T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:05:25.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAFdgI2dmRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lwWFw6fKPjY/s1600/P5261795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAFdgI2dmRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lwWFw6fKPjY/s400/P5261795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476761428572346642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku baru sahaja berbual di telefon bersama siddiq . Dengan serta merta juraian air mata meleleh tumpah ke lurah pipiku . Entah kenapa aku bersedih apabila sedang berbicara bersamanya . Siddiq merupakan teman lelaki bagi kakakku . Mereka telah bersama selama tiga tahun sembilan bulan . Inilan pertama kali aku masuk campur dalam urusan mereka . Aku seperti penyiasat siddiq . Aku harus melaporkan semua perbuatan kakakku kepada siddiq . Kadang-kala aku dimarahi kakak kerana masuk campur . Aku menolong siddiq kerana kasihan melihatnya . Kakak berlaku curang terhadap siddiq . Siddiq yang baik hati cuba sedaya upaya untuk meminta maaf walaupun itu bukan kesalahannya . Ia semua berpunca daripada aku . Aku yang memberitahu siddiq bahawa kakak tidak menghadiri majlis pertunangan Arif . Aku cuma tahu bahawa kakak berjumpa dengan sahabatnya dan aku tidak tahu bahawa sahabatnya merupakan seorang lelaki . Siddiq menjelaskan semua kepadaku . Kakak memberitahu siddiq bahawa semua orang memandang rendah terhadapnya . Termasuklah ahli keluarganya . Seperti yang dikatakan , kakak mempunyai perangai yang buruk , sudah berkali-kali ibu menasihatinya tetapi die tetap berkeras kepala . Ayah juga tahu apa yang terjadi . Aku terperanjat bagamaina ayah tahu mengenai ini . Aku ialah orang yang utama untuk mengubah situasi ini . Ayah dan ibu sudah endahkan kakak . Abang pula memang membenci kakak malahan mereka bergaduh semalam apabila siddiq di luar rumah . Kejadian itu berlaku kira-kira 12 malam . Ayah dan ibu sedang tidur dan aku sedang menggunakan komputar . Kakak bernasib baik kerana abang tidak memukulnya kerana mengherdik kepada abang . Ibu menanyaku apa yang sebenarnya terjadi dan ayah pula menyalahkan aku kerana tidak mengejutnya apabile pembalahan itu terjadi . Ayah juga sedar akan sikap kakak yang selalu termenung sejak kakak pulang dari perkhemahan di sekolah . Apa yang harus aku lakukan untuk membantu ? Aku perlukan seseorang untuk menemaniku pada malam ini kerana aku tahu aku tidak mungkin tertidur malahan susah bagiku melelapkan mataku . Abang baru sahaja pulang dan kini die hendak keluar lagi . Bagus sangat cara dia . Pada waktu pagi baru dia akan pulang . Aku ingatkan dia akan berubah setelah perpacaran tetapi anggapanku salah . Perangainya tidak ubah-ubah seperti sedia kala . Aku jadi malas hendak bersambung belajar setelah apa yang berlaku . Jika perkara ini berlanjutan , maka ia akan menjadikan beban bagiku . Tidak apa , aku akan cuba sedaya upaya . Jam menunjukkan sudah tiga pagi . Waktu berlalu dengan begitu pantas . Aku sepatutnya tidur kerana harus bangun awal . Peperiksaan Peringkat "O" akan berlangsung lebih kurang dari 24 jam . Marilah sama-sama berdoa supaya pelajar yang akan menduduki peperiksaan tersebut , termasuklah aku akan lulus dengan cemerlang . Aku akan cium tangan ibuku sebelum aku menjejakkan kaki keluar dari rumah meminta restu daripadanya . Aku yakin bahawa ibu akan terkejut apabila aku melakukannya . Selamat Maju Jaya !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-1717014549134149452?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1717014549134149452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/aku-baru-sahaja-berbual-di-telefon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1717014549134149452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1717014549134149452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/aku-baru-sahaja-berbual-di-telefon.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/TAFdgI2dmRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lwWFw6fKPjY/s72-c/P5261795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-5364297345866882612</id><published>2010-05-29T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:16:48.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ini ialah kali ketiga saya menulis di sini . Saya baru sahaja pulang dari perpustakaan bersama adik . Saya telah menghabiskan masa saya mengulangkaji pelajaran . Saya amat gembira kerana saya tidak membuang masa begitu sahaja seperti mana saya biasa lakukan . Saya sudah habis mempelajari peribahasa . Saya cuma harus mengingati peribahasa yang saya tidak faham dan jumlahnya agak banyak . Saya akan sambung sebentar nanti . Saya geram sekali dengan seseorang ini . Seperti yang dikatakan , saya sudah berusaha untuk menjauhkan diri daripada dia tetapi semakin saya menjauhkan diri , semakin dia muncul dalam hidup saya . Geram betul saya dibuatnya . Seandainya , pegawai keselamatan saya berada bersama saya untul menyelamatkan saya daripada orang yang membuat saya geram . Cheycheychey , Pegawai keselamatanku , jangan kembang ye . Pegawai keselamatan saya sedang sibuk membuat persembahan di yew tee . Hari ini adalah hari terakhir buatnya . Selepas ini , dia tidak akan menari lagi sehingga tamat peperiksaan GCE peringkat 'N' . Itu yang dikatakan olehnya tetapi saya tidak pasti jika apa yang dikatakan benar . Maklumlah , dia digelarkan sebagai "PRO DANCER" . Dia juga ada ramai peminat :D Cukup berbual mengenainya , saya pasti die sedang terbatuk-batuk di yew tee . Sebelum saya terlupa , saya ingin mengucapkan Selamat Ulang Tahun kepada pai . Umurnya sudah menjejaki 15 tahun . Baru 15 tahun bro . Huahua . Minta maaf kerana tidak boleh menyambut hari yang istimewa bersama . Selamat malam !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-5364297345866882612?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5364297345866882612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ini-ialah-kali-ketiga-saya-menulis-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5364297345866882612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/5364297345866882612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ini-ialah-kali-ketiga-saya-menulis-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3081687797074293865</id><published>2010-05-29T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:01:11.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Seperti yang sudah dicadangkan , saya akan duduk di rumah hari ini . Saya telah menghabiskan masa dengan membaca novel setebal 420 muka surat . Akhirnya , habis juga saya membaca novel tersebut . Ceritanya amat menarik dan mudah-mudahan ia dapat membantu saya dalam peperiksaan yang akan saya duduki pada hari Isnin yang akan datang . Setelah bangun dari tidur , saya terus mengeluarkan buku tersebut dan membaca . Saya menghabiskan empat jan untuk membaca novel trsebut . Pada jangka yang sama , saya diganggu oleh abang . Abang memukul saya tadu kerana saya tidak melayaninya . Dia geram melihat saya yang terus tidak menghiraukan kehadirannya . Saya juga dipukul kerana mengacau abang . Saya sudah tidak tahan duduk di rumah lagi . Ibu tidak habis membebel kerana saya tidak membantunya membuat kerja rumah malahan saya menghabiskan masa duduk di dalam bilik . Saya tidak tahu bagaimana harus saya jelaskan kepada ibu . Saya membaca buku untuk kebaikan saya juga . Kadang-kala saya rasa ingin menjerit di muka ibu tetapi kelakuan tersebut membuat saya menjadi derhaka kepadanya . Sebelum abang keluar tadi , die menyuruh saya menghubunginya pada waktu malam . Malangnya , saya tidak ke mana-mana pada hari ini . Abang tahu bahawa saya akan menelefonnya jika saya keluar pada hari ini . Hari sabtu yang amat membosankan . Buku-buku dan nota-nota menemai hari sabtu saya . Selepas ini , saya akan mandi dan akan belajar peribahasa . Saya akan kembali pada waktu malam . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-3081687797074293865?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3081687797074293865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/seperti-yang-sudah-dicadangkan-saya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3081687797074293865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3081687797074293865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/seperti-yang-sudah-dicadangkan-saya.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-1343423557128573109</id><published>2010-05-29T00:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T01:23:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S__2guRJFVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xt38q3Z-zek/s1600/P5281802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476366713941988690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S__2guRJFVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xt38q3Z-zek/s400/P5281802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hari ini ialah hari cuti umum bagi semua rakyat Singapura . Ia merupakan Hari Vesak . Saya tidak kemana-mana pada waktu petang . Saya bangun dari tidur lalu mengambil novel dan membacanya . Saya kemudian bersiap sedia untuk ke majlis pernikahan sepupu saya . Saya amat gembira kerana dapat berkumpul bersama ahli keluarga yang lain . Sudah lama kami tidak berkumpul . Setelah beberapa jam di sana , saya dan sepupu terdekat saya , iatu Siti , pergi ke Jurong Point . Saya bercadang untuk membeli baju tetapi keadaan tidak mengizinkan . Kami berpatah balik ke Boon Lay kerana majlis akad nikah sudah mahu dimulai . Ramai yang menghadiri majlis ini malahan , abang dan kakak saya tidak hadir . Sekurang-kurangnya , abang datang jugak tetapi , kakak langsung tidak menjejakkan kaki di sana . Ibu marah dengannya . Sampai sahaja di rumah , saya pun menggunakan komputar . Saya bersembang dengan siddiq dan dia menanya mengenai kakak kepada saya . Siddiq kecewa kerana kakak telah menipunya . Siddiq kemudian menghubungi saya untuk memastikan perkara yang sebenar . Pada waktu itu , kakak baru sahaja sampai di rumah . Siddiq menyuruh kakak jumpa di bawah kolong blok . Abang pun memaksa kakak . Saya terperanjat apabila kakak muncul di depan pintu dengan muka yang amat bengis . Kedengaran suara siddiq memanggil nama kakak . Kakak terus ke bilik dan mengunci pintu bilik . Siddiq meminta pertolongan dari abang untuk memanggil kakak . Saya dan abang tidak boleh melakukan apa-apa untuk membantu kerana kami tahu akan perangai kakak . Kejadian yang baru sahaja berlaku amat dramatis . Saya dan abang tertawa apabila semua sudah berakhir . Lihat sahaja apa yang akan berlaku antara siddiq dan kakak . Lagipun , ramai yang tidak suka dengan perangai kakak yang sebegitu . Ibuku juga setuju bahawa kakak mempunyai perangai yang buruk . Cukuplah berbual mengenai kakak kerana walaubagaimanapun , dia tetap kakak saya . Saya berharap dia akan ubah sikapnya yang debenci oleh orang ramai .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476367914948087762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S__3moXTz9I/AAAAAAAAAns/Vgqrv7C-3GY/s400/P5281863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476369565721679154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S__5Gt-Z1TI/AAAAAAAAAn0/1CuMPHJSTHA/s400/P5281872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476371046499963970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S__6c6TdVEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/26_pPahL-nA/s400/P5281873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-1343423557128573109?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1343423557128573109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/hari-ini-ialah-hari-cuti-umum-bagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1343423557128573109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/1343423557128573109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/hari-ini-ialah-hari-cuti-umum-bagi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S__2guRJFVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xt38q3Z-zek/s72-c/P5281802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2532070905111725020</id><published>2010-05-28T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:36:28.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keliru ~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_67HA94t1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/6KIAZVZMAxs/s1600/P5261756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_67HA94t1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/6KIAZVZMAxs/s400/P5261756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476019926122149714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mengapa baru sekarang kau muncul . Aku cuba sedaya upaya untuk melupakan kisah silam yang pahit itu . Kehadiranmu membuatku membencimu . Ia mengganggu fikiranku . Aku sudah cukup gembira dengan kehidupan yang sedang aku  lalui sekarang . Aku sudah tidak perlu kehadiranmu lagi kerana ia akan  menjejaskan tanggapanku terhadap dirimu . Aku sudah tidak tahan lagi dengan seseorang ini yang sentiasa mengganggu ketenteraman dalam hidupku . Tolongah , pergi dari hidupku . Aku bukan hendak  berjiwanag di sini . Aku sedang belajar untuk menghargai orang-orang di  sekelilingku walaupun aku tahu ia amat sukar bagiku untuk melakukannya . Aku sedar akan kehadiranku dan aku telah mengambil keputusan untuk mengundur diri dan kini kau datang kembali . Aku berharap sangat bahawa aku boleh mengubah semua ini . Tatkala kebencianku ini , kelihatan wajahku yang ceria ini . Aku gembira kerana aku dapat meluangkan masa bersama sahabatku . Aku dapat meluahkan apa yang aku rasa mengenai mereka . Perasaan yang aku alami itu sungguh meyakinkanku bahawa , mereka adalah sahabatku yang sebenar . Walaupun kami sering bergaduh , kami akan berbaik-baik semula . Ini dinamakan kawan sejati :D Kesimpulannya , aku berharap sangat bahawa perasaanku mengenai sesuatu yang aku betul-betul keliru ini akan memberi jawapan yang sebenar . Pelbagai soalan permain di fikiranku mengenai masalah tersebut . Orang di sekelilingku cuba untuk menolongku tetapi aku masih belum yakin dengan jawapan tersebut . Kadang-kala aku berfikir jika sikap dan gaya hidupku akan bertukar apabila aku pindah . Mungkinkah perasaan benci itu akan bertukar menjadi sikap yang positif ? Soalanku akan terjawab apabila tiba masanya . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2532070905111725020?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2532070905111725020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/mengapa-baru-sekarang-kau-muncul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2532070905111725020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2532070905111725020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/mengapa-baru-sekarang-kau-muncul.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_67HA94t1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/6KIAZVZMAxs/s72-c/P5261756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3391305360002519564</id><published>2010-05-25T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:30:06.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/AssteAni" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/AssteAni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-3391305360002519564?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3391305360002519564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3391305360002519564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3391305360002519564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-818526522321902919</id><published>2010-05-23T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:02:48.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ia amat pelik sekali . Sejak kebelankangan ini , ramai orang sentiasa menanya mengapa saya tidak mahu ade kekasih . Amat sukar bagi saya untuk menjawab pertanyaan itu . Apabila disoal , fikiran saya menjadi buntu . Saya tidak tahu jawapan yang sebenar bagi soalan itu . Kali terakhir saya ditanya adalah semalam semasa saya dalam perjalanan pulang bersama Amy Nitro . Amy Nitro , sahabat kepada abang saya . Dia juga merupakan sahabat saya . Saya terpaksa pulang bersamanya kerana abang saya masih hendak berseronok di luar sana . Saya pulang awal kerana saya amat letih . Saya malas hendak menghuraikan apa yang saya lakukan semalam . Hari ini adalah hari Ahad dan saya akan duduk di rumah melakukan pekerjaan yang sepatut saya lakukan . Sekarang saya harus tidur kerana saya rase teramat letih sangat . Selamat Malam !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-818526522321902919?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/818526522321902919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ia-amat-pelik-sekali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/818526522321902919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/818526522321902919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ia-amat-pelik-sekali.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7452574690117358045</id><published>2010-05-21T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:25:19.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selamat Maju Jaya ~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I wont be posting in English from now onwards till 31st May as Malay O'level is around the corner .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hari ini ialah hari permulaan bagi program intensif bagi semua pelajar menengah 4 Ekspres dan 5 Normal akademik . Kami akan menduduki peperiksaan GCE O'level bagi subjek bahasa ibunda pada tarikh 31 Mei . Ia agak menyeramkan kerana ia merupakan peperiksaan nasional dan saya ingin sekali membuat yang terbaik bagi peperiksaan ini . Saya ingin mendapatkan gred A1 supaya saya tidak perlu mengulang peperiksaan itu lagi . Bagi permulaan program tersebut , Cikgu Sally menerangkan arahan bagi peperiksaan berikut . Selepas itu , kami membuat perbincangan mengenai karangan ekspositori . Kami kemudian diberikan waktu rehat dan sambung dengan membuat latihan imbuhan . Selepas itu , kami mengulangkaji peribahasa menengah tiga . Setelah itu , kami bersurai untuk ke kelas masing-masing . Bagi saya , saya harus ke makmal komputar . Kelas saya habis lewat seperti biasa . Saya kemudian naik ke tingkat tiga untuk berjumpa dengan Esty dan rakan-rakan tarian yang lain . Abang menelefon saya menyuruh saya pulang . Katanya , ibu mahu keluar . Saya pun bergegas pulang ke rumah . Apabila sampai di rumah , betapa kewanya saya apabila ibu kata bahawa die tidak ke mana-mana . Saya diperbodohkan oleh abang . Dia yang mahu keluar . Kakak harus menghadiri perkhemahan di sekolah dan akan pulang pada hari Ahad . Saya akan menggunakan saat-saat tanpa kakak di rumah dengan baik . Beberapa minit selepas saya sampai rumah , saya pun tidur dengan perpakaian seragam sekolah . Saya sedar dari tidur pada jam 7 lalu ke tandas untuk mandi . Badan saya menjadi segar setelah saya mandi . Setelah mandi , saya duduk di hadapan komputar dan melungsuri internet sehingga kini . Kini , azan berkumandang . Ia menunjukkan masuk waktu Ishak . Bagi siapa yang boleh menunaikan solat fardhu ishak , bersiap sedia untuk mengambil wuduk . Bagi saya , saya ada alasan yang kukuh untuk tidak sembahyang . Saya tidak ade apa lagi untuk dicatatkan di sini lagi . Jika ada kesalahan di mana-mana , sila beritahu saya dengan menulisnya di kotak untuk berbicara di tepi petikan ini . Sekian , terima kasih !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7452574690117358045?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7452574690117358045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wont-be-posting-in-english-from-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7452574690117358045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7452574690117358045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wont-be-posting-in-english-from-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7413480668991750699</id><published>2010-05-19T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:47:19.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disappointed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_PqSdnfpvI/AAAAAAAAAnU/0Qt-XlbyC4w/s1600/P5031483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_PqSdnfpvI/AAAAAAAAAnU/0Qt-XlbyC4w/s400/P5031483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472975575094109938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This will be a short post for today . I am very disappointed with my results . I did damn badly for mid-year examination . How am I suppose to do well in O'level . I have to work extra hard in order to gain my expectation . I'll update my results here once I received all the paper . Malay O'level is in less than two weeks time and I am nervous for that . I am afraid that I wont met my expectation for Malay O'level and will then need to retake it . No ANI , you must have confident in yourself . I am going to end it here and will update again soon . My head is spinning and Im going to sleep soon . I am trying to sleep early starting for today since its the best way to start a new day with enough sleep . I shall go now . Good night !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7413480668991750699?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7413480668991750699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-will-be-short-post-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7413480668991750699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7413480668991750699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-will-be-short-post-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_PqSdnfpvI/AAAAAAAAAnU/0Qt-XlbyC4w/s72-c/P5031483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8379056010204354003</id><published>2010-05-18T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:09:06.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-centred ~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_KROTVahBI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XuD_EhP6QgY/s1600/Photo_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_KROTVahBI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XuD_EhP6QgY/s400/Photo_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472596172102861842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You dont think about yourself when you feel that something is not right . Come on , not that your friends are the only one who did it . I've bet you did it before . Saying that does not make he/she change anything . I know how you feel because I've been through that . Accept the fact that everyone change . Some change for the better and some change for the worse . People just need to expand their circles . You always think about what people did to you but have you think of the opposite way ? Have you thought of how others feel when you did the same thing too ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im having stomach cramp and it is damn annoying . School was fine today . I've received my E-math paper 2 . Im not satisfied with the marks because I lost 12 marks just because of some careless mistake . I score 56/100 for E-math . Geo was a disaster . I love getting those freaking marks for geo . Cant wait to get more paper tomorrow . I shall get goinh now . Good night !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8379056010204354003?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8379056010204354003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-dont-think-about-yourself-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8379056010204354003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8379056010204354003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-dont-think-about-yourself-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_KROTVahBI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XuD_EhP6QgY/s72-c/Photo_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7009217751014632614</id><published>2010-05-17T21:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:24:54.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danish Kakak hope you are doing great ~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_FOOs9ybnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Etve1aFo79M/s1600/P5171628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_FOOs9ybnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Etve1aFo79M/s400/P5171628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472241036727316082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;See that pretty girl up there . Of course not me . Its the other one . That's Farah my primary schoolmate . It has been years since we last see each other . Finally  we met just now . Met her at CCK and off to somerset . She's still the  same shy girl . And ya , her shoes is freaking nice . Much jealous ! Didnt talk that much with her but did have fun gossiping in the train . My day was awesome with the usual . Thanks Ari . I know I am damn annoying by making you wait and stuffs . On the other hand , someone say that I am arrogant . I bet many will disagree with me . Come on luh . You were with your bunch of arrogants friends . Let me repeat &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ARROGANT FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; and you expect me to come up to you and talk to you . I dont mind if you are the one who come to me but please your friend '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;muka tidak perlu&lt;/span&gt;' . Your friend just wasted their energy smilling at me . Worse still , I smiled at them and some of them didnt smile back . Instead they look away . '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kalau senyum tidak ikhlas , tidak perlu senyum&lt;/span&gt;'. Much irritated with those bunch of arrogant people . You know I dont like them eversince I know them . Trying to be nice to them and what did I get in the end a piece of shit . Blaming me because I have a group of new friends which make me arrogant . They are more friendly that those arrogant people and I feel comfortable with them . You dont need to blame them for this . Dont be sarcastic to me . Be one and you'll see how I handle with your sarcasm . This kind of people do exist . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis just got home and she's mad at me . I took her mp3 without permission an replace it with my spoiled mp3 . She was on the way to school and she called me . I was sleeping and so I ignore her phone call . She called me repeatedly and so I answer the phone call . She was angry with me . I was laughing away and hung up the phone . Mum going to buy sis another mp3 . Wth . Sis always get the priority on getting those things while I have to be independant and buy it on myself . Mum is being unfair to me . I dont mind getting my stuff using my money if I am working . I've yet to reach 16 and how am I suppose to find work . Sis is already 16 and she could find work and be independant and she still got some salary left from the previous work . I dont care i'm going to threaten mum to buy a new mp3 for me . What a bad daughter I am but who cares or I'll use sis mp3 till mum buy a new one . This means that I am going to sneak into the room and take that mp3 inside sis's bag . HUAHUAHUA ! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've have plan my week already since mid-year has just finish . Im going to enjoy my week . Not going to touch any books this week but I'll have to do my homework if there is any . Im going to somerset on friday on the evening . Saturday im going to somerset again in the afternoon and off to town to meet bro at night . Sunday , Im going to spend my day at home doing homework if there's any . When the new week start , I am going to start my revision for prelims and of course for Malay O'level paper . I am so nervous about that . Im going to the library tomorrow . Alone I guess . I'll be getting my geography and math paper tomorrow . I hope the result wont be that bad . I have to go now . Good night people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You were  there but the next moment you're gone . Thanks nigga ! I am happy for  that . I told ya dad was asking about you the other day and I am trying  not to tell dad what exactly happen . It's sad when I think about that  but what for be sad just because of that thing . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7009217751014632614?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7009217751014632614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/see-that-pretty-girl-up-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7009217751014632614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7009217751014632614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/see-that-pretty-girl-up-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S_FOOs9ybnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Etve1aFo79M/s72-c/P5171628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7259365041938593628</id><published>2010-05-16T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:21:26.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danish kakak miss you ~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-766d30b742f19530" 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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D766d30b742f19530%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331947708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D185A0431E0516DE8B11014292806B7F762E3FC.151583291A0013CBF1E1EE6B65852E2F1014C82E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D766d30b742f19530%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKGC98Axsk1M0qv_nH5P9Mx27MZc&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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D766d30b742f19530%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331947708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D185A0431E0516DE8B11014292806B7F762E3FC.151583291A0013CBF1E1EE6B65852E2F1014C82E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D766d30b742f19530%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKGC98Axsk1M0qv_nH5P9Mx27MZc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Its sunday . As usual , I'll be very lazy today . Instead of being lazy , it was the opposite . I woke up late accompanied my lil sis on the bed . She was hugging my leg . Gyler punya orang . Afterwhich I did the house chores . See , I am so hardworking :) Had an early dinner with dad , mum and lil sis . Ouh ya , I gain 1kg . Was that suppose to be a bad news or a good news ? For me its a bad news because I am gaining weight while some maybe happy for me since I am skinny . Everyone is at home except for sis . She went out with cdiq . Cdiq took my bangle and have yet to return it . Its okey , his beg is still with me . Mum was talking about Danish a minute ago and bro was asking mum to go fetch danish and bring him up so we could play with him . See , everyone love danish but sadly , danish have to suffer . Poor danish . Mum and aunt Imah were talking about khairul the other day . Khairul is my childhood friend . I use to bully him when we were young . I am hoping to meet him soon . The last time I saw him was 6 years ago . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;There's no school tomorrow . yayness . I could wake up late tomorrow . Mum do not know that there's no school and she gave me my daily allowance already :) Dad knows that Im not schooling tomorrow and luckily he did not inform mum about that . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's good that you still remember about your promises . Dad was asking about you . I was shocked . Why on earth should dad ask about you . I have no choice but to answer all those question . I think dad was hoping to see you again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7259365041938593628?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=766d30b742f19530&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7259365041938593628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7259365041938593628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7259365041938593628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7946898462572058032</id><published>2010-05-16T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:20:21.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-7lx_HDAZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/7TMex8ROSMk/s1600/Photo_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471563244219072914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-7lx_HDAZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/7TMex8ROSMk/s400/Photo_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was an awesome day today . I was awaken by Esty early in the morning . Thank You eh ! Next was sis followed by sis's boyfriend . I was suppose to accompany esty to the salon but I didnt because I overslept . I dont know why am I that tired . Met esty and hurul at bukit batok at 1 . Diana didnt follow because she played wrestling with her bro and injured herself . Baek punya . Head to bedok for the gig . It was boring at first . As usual , we were the ones who will be hype up . Lil Fusion was awesome ! Follow by New Direction . I love the "BABY" part :) I LIOKE ! Overall it was fantastic . Next gig , 18 July . Im not sure if I can make it . After the gig slack with the usual . I ate Mee Goreng while slacking . My first meal of the day was at 9pm , I guess so . Head home with Alfie , Esty , Hurul &amp;amp; Syuk . Wan was suppose to join us but we bastard him . He is so horny maan ! Freak him luh . I was so pissed off with him in the afternoon . It was my first time saying vulgarities to him in front of everybody . Hakim was "mind your language eh girl" . Fcuk uh , I was annoyed with my phone and that idiot go hit my head . Bodoh punye samdol ! I cant understand him . It's like everytime I attend an event and he was there , he will definitely disturb me . After disturbing me , is either I get sick or something else will happen . You got a problem with me is it ? I was totally a bitch today . ANI aint a BITCH but when someone irritate her , she'll be one . I was so fanatic with bro and he can still entertain me . Ou conversation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ani : bro , lu pat mane ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bro : Gua pat town ah sis .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ani : Alermak , Okey luh , meet you at home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bro : eh sis , gua balek lambat uh . Naek Nr8 balek .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ani : Lu punya pasal luh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;At home ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bro : ey sis , lu kenal yat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ani : Siapa sia yat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bro : Kawan Zai .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ani : Ape kejadah aku nk gy kenal budak tu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bro : Rilek uh sis . Bey mengamok&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am lazy to translate it . See , we siblings are so merepek . Now bro leaving me alone again . He going out and I need to wait for him to come back . I going to stay at home today . I'll sleep for the whole day :) I want to get some rest now . Good night !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7946898462572058032?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7946898462572058032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-was-awesome-day-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7946898462572058032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7946898462572058032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-was-awesome-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-7lx_HDAZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/7TMex8ROSMk/s72-c/Photo_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-662490283873033956</id><published>2010-05-15T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:27:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-117SfwZEI/AAAAAAAAAmk/MEcnp2VPmZg/s1600/P5141598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471158783762785346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-117SfwZEI/AAAAAAAAAmk/MEcnp2VPmZg/s320/P5141598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What an exhausting day . Mid-year examination is finally over . There will be more to come . Hopefully my result wont be that bad . I manage to sleep for atleast 2 hours yesterday . Mum and I send Danish home at 3am . Afterwhich , I was left alone in the darkness . Computer studies paper was a disaster . I took 5 attempts to complete the whole paper . Had lunch with Erdina , Ain and Faizah at Mc Cafe after the last paper and off home . Slept for a few hours and off I went to somerset . Had a great time at somerset . Dinner with Faris , Khairul , Ashraf , Zee and Danial at LJS and train home . Thanks Faris for the treat . Im going to meet them again tomorrow before I head to bedok for the gig . I shall get some rest since Im gonna wake up early tomorrow . Good night peepos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-14yoRo5oI/AAAAAAAAAms/zBVeYFZohKA/s1600/P5131571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471161933525214850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-14yoRo5oI/AAAAAAAAAms/zBVeYFZohKA/s320/P5131571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DANISH :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-662490283873033956?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/662490283873033956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-exhausting-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/662490283873033956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/662490283873033956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-exhausting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-117SfwZEI/AAAAAAAAAmk/MEcnp2VPmZg/s72-c/P5141598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2452762751650999388</id><published>2010-05-14T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:54:54.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danish kamu sungguh comel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Im having a guest at this hour . I think I wont sleep today since Danish is here . Aunt Imah came with Danish knocking on the door while I was studying . They stay for quite some time here to wait for Kak Sarha . Afterwhich they went home and came back less than 5 minutes later . Aunt Imah and Kak Sarha went to the void deck while Danish is staying here . Danish does not want to sleep and bro is helping to make him sleep . Danish looks like a girl . He is so cute . I will post his picture here soon . The whole family have yet to go to bed as we were busy with Danish . I was suppose to study but end up playing with Danish and going online . I think I wont continue studying for computer studies . Shall see how my result will turn out for computer studies . Now its Sis turn to take care of Danish . Baek punya . Maen pass-pass eh tu budak kecik . I have to go now . I'll update again soon . Happy sleeping humans ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2452762751650999388?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2452762751650999388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-having-guest-at-this-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2452762751650999388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2452762751650999388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-having-guest-at-this-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-949896167799155824</id><published>2010-05-09T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:24:39.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want them so badly :('/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-YqiDMXUxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/osPoqE751v8/s1600/Nike-Dunks-High-Customs-Womens-Funky-Town-Zebra-Print-Polka-Bots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469105561949131538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-YqiDMXUxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/osPoqE751v8/s320/Nike-Dunks-High-Customs-Womens-Funky-Town-Zebra-Print-Polka-Bots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-YqcOCV3sI/AAAAAAAAAmU/YZbw8tS9nGM/s1600/U5SKKCASY2J0MCAQBHC0RCAIMOQPICAAIZTRZCAWR4DFWCAY4IUI2CA14EO61CAPJ38ZHCAFCRAXACAOGHA4QCA1RPVW1CAPJYUJXCAAWDDZ1CA6YRHN0CAD8Z12ECAKR3VJZCAO65T68CAEEKK1YCAFCQUMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469105461780668098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-YqcOCV3sI/AAAAAAAAAmU/YZbw8tS9nGM/s320/U5SKKCASY2J0MCAQBHC0RCAIMOQPICAAIZTRZCAWR4DFWCAY4IUI2CA14EO61CAPJ38ZHCAFCRAXACAOGHA4QCA1RPVW1CAPJYUJXCAAWDDZ1CA6YRHN0CAD8Z12ECAKR3VJZCAO65T68CAEEKK1YCAFCQUMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-YqVfn8m6I/AAAAAAAAAmM/qAXvV-1sBHs/s1600/solejunkie_superman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469105346242714530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-YqVfn8m6I/AAAAAAAAAmM/qAXvV-1sBHs/s320/solejunkie_superman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone kind enough to buy me either one of that shoe ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7225280117040829141-949896167799155824?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/949896167799155824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/anyone-kind-enough-to-buy-me-either-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/949896167799155824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/949896167799155824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/anyone-kind-enough-to-buy-me-either-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-YqiDMXUxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/osPoqE751v8/s72-c/Nike-Dunks-High-Customs-Womens-Funky-Town-Zebra-Print-Polka-Bots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8351727536229964546</id><published>2010-05-09T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:28:25.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears ~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How would you feel when your mum say that you're not her daughter ? Maybe I wasn't . I am too sure that I am one of your child . If only I were to respect you and follow your advices , those harsh word wont come out from your mouth . I remember it clearly how it happen . It was my fault . I was wrong to make you angry . I know it's hard to take care of a 15 going to 16 year old teen . I was suppose to help you in this kind of situation but all I care is doing my own stuffs . You were there staying till late night just to support our life . I would watch you in the kitchen everynight before I sleep . I was being scolded by uncle same goes to sister . Uncle was determined that I would make a difference in the family . I burst into tears as he was scolding us . He made me realise it and I am trying to change myself . I am trying hard enough to fulfill your wish . Your only wish was to see me success and change our lifes . You were counting on me . Same goes to the rest . All the sacrifices that you made . I am greatful to have a mother like you . Two years ago , you were'nt there to celebrate Hari Raya with us . What does it mean to celebrate it without you . Nevertheless , you ask us to atleast visit our relatives and we went . You were on bed for the whole season . Its so painful to see your condition . I do not want the same thing to happen again . I am trying to understand what we been through lately eventhough its hard for me to face it . I saw you crying in the kitchen the other day . I saw those sadness in your face . I was the only one who saw it . Mum , I'll promise to fulfill your wish one day . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8351727536229964546?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8351727536229964546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-would-you-feel-when-your-mum-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8351727536229964546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8351727536229964546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-would-you-feel-when-your-mum-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8370414231721903387</id><published>2010-05-06T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:50:12.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a study freak ~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-LjpDp60LI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8SqW7TdC978/s1600/24095_346670704345_520419345_3305499_1203650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-LjpDp60LI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8SqW7TdC978/s400/24095_346670704345_520419345_3305499_1203650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468183192076472498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I am sorry to post your picture here . Dont get shock when you see this . Thanks for helping me . I am currently studying with this guy above through msn . Try studying with your friend through msn it is damn cool and fun . He is my chat buddy . He will accompany me till late night if I am online . There was one time when we chat till 5am talking about studies and stuffs and suddenly both when missing . Guess what , both have trouble with the internet connection . Gonna continue with my revision now . Good night and good luck for your exams !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8370414231721903387?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8370414231721903387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-sorry-to-post-your-picture-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8370414231721903387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8370414231721903387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-sorry-to-post-your-picture-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S-LjpDp60LI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8SqW7TdC978/s72-c/24095_346670704345_520419345_3305499_1203650_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4435260715225546348</id><published>2010-05-04T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:57:46.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am wanting to learn it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9_8H8Hqj3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/4ZAD_raPf8s/s1600/P5011451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9_8H8Hqj3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/4ZAD_raPf8s/s400/P5011451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467365685978632050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I am going on Hiatus till end of Mid-year exam . I've yet to start my revision for today . I will start shortly . I've just watched this particular dance video and trust me it is cool . I am so gonna try new things right after my mid-year and I cant wait for that since there are people who are helping me to make it a success . I have this idea in mind and it will take a very long time for me to do it . I'll update more about it once I got the time . Mother's day is coming and I do not have any money to buy anything for my mum . I'll guess I have to start planning something for mum and borrowed bro's money . I cant spend too much time here . I'll be back when the time is right . Bye ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-4435260715225546348?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4435260715225546348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-going-on-hiatus-till-end-of-mid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4435260715225546348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4435260715225546348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-going-on-hiatus-till-end-of-mid.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9_8H8Hqj3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/4ZAD_raPf8s/s72-c/P5011451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-8546471080439144864</id><published>2010-05-03T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:56:27.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S97gdcJbG9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/8qMUsrfyhBk/s1600/P4251460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467053794050907090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S97gdcJbG9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/8qMUsrfyhBk/s400/P4251460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've been sleeping late this few days due to the temptation of going online . I am not going to sleep late today since my bed is calling me . I woke up early today and head straight to the bathroom . Had breakfast with parents and lil sis since bro and sis is schooling . Parents and lil sis head to woodlands after that while I went off to bukit batok macd to study with erdina and nabihah . Studied for a while and off to jurong library to meet diana and friends . Hasrizal were there too and I swear he is damn irritating . I feel like killing him but thank god that I am patient enough to tolerate with his nonsence . Saw Shaikh there and luckily he still remember me . I am sorry because I cant accompany you . Afterwhich head back to westmall and had our early dinner . Than , we go on a separate way . Diana , Nabihah , Erdina and me head back to bukit batok macd to continue with our revision while the rest go home . Soon , nabihah and erdina went off . Left me and diana . We continue our revision for a while and diana head home while I go meet esty and the rest . I manage to study geo eventhough I am with esty , hurul , akhram , faris , syuk and isk . Its difficult to concentrate when they are there . I went off early since I am very tired . I am proud of myself because I manage to study both geo and a-math . Geo was not a problem with me . A-math , gosh , I have nothing to say about that . I am going to bed early eventhoug school starts later than usual for tomorrow . I shall go rest my eye now . Good night ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I feel guilty when I read that post . Maybe you're referring to me . Maybe you're not referring to me . Whatever it is , I am sorry to keep you waiting . I am apologising eventhough its not my fault but I know deep inside , you're hurt enough . Will the feeling change ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-8546471080439144864?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8546471080439144864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-sleeping-late-this-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8546471080439144864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/8546471080439144864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-sleeping-late-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S97gdcJbG9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/8qMUsrfyhBk/s72-c/P4251460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-6420730201915685680</id><published>2010-05-03T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:22:31.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Hazim'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S92lB62LYEI/AAAAAAAAAls/1c5zbgFnLow/s1600/hazim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466706975092596802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S92lB62LYEI/AAAAAAAAAls/1c5zbgFnLow/s400/hazim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's 3rd May today and the guy in the picture above is turning 15 today . Eventhough I just get to know him , I find him awesome . He turn my day every time I am with him . He is so cute . Walking with me from somerset to dhoby ghaut eventhough he is tired and he have his skateboard with him to skate with the others . He sat infront of me entertaining me like a small boy . Pity him because his truck broke and he lost his mp3 on saturday . What an unlucky day for him . I am sure he's gonna enjoy today outing with his peeps to town . Sorry I cant make it once again . I have to study for upcoming exam . Do enjoy yourself . King , its playback time . Help me to give that small little kiddo a gift . Happy Birthday once again and may god bless you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-6420730201915685680?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6420730201915685680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-3rd-may-today-and-guy-in-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6420730201915685680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/6420730201915685680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-3rd-may-today-and-guy-in-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S92lB62LYEI/AAAAAAAAAls/1c5zbgFnLow/s72-c/hazim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2333493400192024999</id><published>2010-05-02T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T04:44:40.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am hungry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Look what time is it and I am yet to be in bed . There's one annoying guy in facebook who wanted to chat with me . I am being the evil one ignoring him . Who the hell is he ? I am bored as everyone have fallen asleep and so leaving me alone in the dark big space . Bro is in town . He will be home around 6 or 7 this morning . Luckily mum have yet to wake up or else she will be nagging at me for not sleeping at this hour . As you can see , I've changed my blogskin and add a media player here . I took almost 2 hours doing all this stuff . For the first time I am doing it on my own with the help of kart of course . Thanks kart . If kart didn't help , I think Im gonna stay put here till I figure it how . I am hungry but I dont think there's anything I can eat . Is not that there are no food . There's too many and none of them taste good . Yes I know I am fussy especially about food . I better grab something to eat . I've been surviving till now with a meal only . While everyone is in the dreamland , I shall go to the kitchen and bite some snack and off I go to sleep before mum wakes up . GOOD MORNING PEOPLE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2333493400192024999?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2333493400192024999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-what-time-is-it-and-i-am-yet-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2333493400192024999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2333493400192024999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-what-time-is-it-and-i-am-yet-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-4494167464651218394</id><published>2010-05-02T01:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T04:05:26.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want more awesome saturday~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9xtv2LFdBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kj5-us7X4I0/s1600/P5011453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466364716484228114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9xtv2LFdBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kj5-us7X4I0/s400/P5011453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I just got home . Time check its 1am . Woah , it has been long since I go home at 1am . I have a very awesome saturday . Firstly I start my day my going online . Afterwhich I went to gambak macd in the afternoon for a study group . I manage to study parts of chemistry and physics . Off to somerset skatepark at around 6.30 . Reach there and saw Faishal . Woah , miss him . He send me to skatepark and went off with his friend . Everyone was shock when I reach there except for khairul and hazim since they know that I am coming . Everyone was "ni pai punye kan?" I was stunned at that moment . Slack with them and khairul ask to go dhoby . They skate to dhoby and I walk with a new friend of mine , zhas . Reach dhoby and slack there . It was fun hanging out with them but Faris didnt come down because he went somewhere else. Almost everyone went off around 9 left me, khairul, hazim, gilbert, amir and few more skaters. Gilbert and Hazim entertain me. They so cute. Lie on the floor with their chin on their skateboard right infront of me. Gilbert refuse to give back my bracelet when I was about to go off . I came begging him to give it back and finally he did. Off to meet bro and his friend and plaza singapura. Walk to cineleisure and off to taka. Saw faishal again at cineleisure. I took some picture today but not that many. Bro's friend were argueing with each other to take a picture with me . I am so honoured . It was the first time they argue because of me. To ALAN : You better dont come my house again or else I'll smack your face ! whatever it is, I did enjoy my saturday !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gonna stay at home today . Its my laziest day. I am sure Im gonna wake up late. Maybe around 2pm. I'll update again . For the time being, enjoy the pictures taken. Some are in facebook. Do check it out. Good Morning ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466366866166046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9xvs-XK3wI/AAAAAAAAAlU/f_ZG5EPjt2k/s200/P5011476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466365983554140546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9xu5mYF-YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ymePn9P2Fe8/s200/P5011459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466365201500814866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9xuMFADPhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/6IIUU3ikNYw/s200/P5011456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466367332031751026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9xwIF2NY3I/AAAAAAAAAlc/EcxkHhUDQqI/s200/P5011454.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-4494167464651218394?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4494167464651218394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-got-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4494167464651218394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/4494167464651218394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9xtv2LFdBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kj5-us7X4I0/s72-c/P5011453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-3470112685925871775</id><published>2010-04-27T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:12:02.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not in a good mood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Erdina guess what , forget about what you suggest to me just now in school . It wont happen . If only I just follow what you told me , I think I will do fine right now . Told shorty about it and shorty was cursing that someone . Thanks shorty . Really appreciate it . Now how am I suppose to tell the others about this ? Fcuk yeah . I am so frustrated but I am happy too . Im happy that Im not into the trouble . Dont think that I have no brains . Dont think as if I were born yesterday . I am waiting for your answer . I hope you like with what that I send to you . You're such an idiot !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-3470112685925871775?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3470112685925871775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/erdina-guess-what-forget-about-what-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3470112685925871775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/3470112685925871775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/erdina-guess-what-forget-about-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-2396027218980625852</id><published>2010-04-26T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:21:33.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9W9N6Avt8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/tCTksvzbIc8/s1600/P4241387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464481769492297666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9W9N6Avt8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/tCTksvzbIc8/s400/P4241387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To shorty :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am sure you are strong enough to face this . Maybe her parents are just too concern about her studies . They dont want her studies to be affected . Every problem has it solution . You will have to wait till she call you . No worries , I'll be here when you need someone to talk to . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now I know how annoyed it is when you have to wait for something and you just cant do anything about that . Shorty and I are in the same boat but we are facing different situation . He is so fcuked up when his gf's mum called just now . Now he feels like crying . Shorty please dont . I'll try to help you if I can .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mind you , Im not referring to you . Im referring to someone else . So please jangan feeling-feeling pat sini eh . I am waiting for text messages since just now but I received none and when I check my phone , there were no service . Damn it ! That's the reason why I love using my Nokia phone eventhough it is spoiled . I have to start studying since it is 12.15am . Bye ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-2396027218980625852?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2396027218980625852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-shorty-i-am-sure-you-are-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2396027218980625852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/2396027218980625852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-shorty-i-am-sure-you-are-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/S9W9N6Avt8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/tCTksvzbIc8/s72-c/P4241387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225280117040829141.post-7150632189069353493</id><published>2010-04-26T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:01:11.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I feel so suckish ~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I didnt attend school today . I've stop eating my medicine . My hands are bleeding . Cool or what ? I wont be updating anymore for this week except for weekends . Exams are getting nearer and Im not prepared . I cannot slack anymore . Im going on a group study later on . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;BYE ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225280117040829141-7150632189069353493?l=ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7150632189069353493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-didnt-attend-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7150632189069353493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225280117040829141/posts/default/7150632189069353493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ani-oolalaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-didnt-attend-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02891254123634628907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhejuyOGy9k/Si_knbxJmsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VcHP2PT4Qps/S220/1_340437783m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
