<?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-9222278579944606982</id><updated>2012-01-23T07:31:04.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>swit7teen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-2085169142803865349</id><published>2012-01-16T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T05:55:00.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord I'm doing all I can To be a better muslimah.</title><content type='html'>Bismillah. Salam alaik.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, when read Hlovate's, I feel like its time for me to start the story of mine. Stop with all lovey dovey world. Begin with the love to Allah instead. To start with tuds and stuffs, I just dunno how. :x Solat. Hmm. "Lord, Im doing all I can to a better muslimah." Astaghfirullah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-2085169142803865349?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2085169142803865349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=2085169142803865349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2085169142803865349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2085169142803865349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/lord-im-doing-all-i-can-to-be-better.html' title='Lord I&apos;m doing all I can To be a better muslimah.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-7270894343810558563</id><published>2012-01-05T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:42:38.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its two thousand and twelve.</title><content type='html'>Cliche quotes: " Farewell to 2011 and Welcome aboard 2012" *eye-rolling&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the urge to blog that made me sit in front of my dear velvet now and started typing. But, I have no idea of what to write exactly. Well today is friday and is the last friday for my semester break. Im bored, aint it obvious? *heads on the table* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of this post title, kinda fast huh? ..and Im gonna be TWENTY ONE this year, scarry shittt! No wayy. Once thought of planning a big party but, few days back thought  of going for Umrah. *sejuk perut mak aku mengandung* Hurm. Lets just the fate decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timetable is out, and next monday Im gonna start my second semester. I wish its gonna be a 3 school days semester. Btw, I really need to start saving upp, like seriously. Annelis, stop wasting the bloody money. *finger crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 flashback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduated, sadly no throwing of hats. Accepted the NUS offer in Computer Science and declined it last minute. And accepted NIE offer instead. Been quite wild through out the year. Issit really only this much? HOMG! 2011 was boring for me, I suppose. Oh yeah, broke up without knowing since when we're in a relationship. Complicated max huh? *eye-rolled* But, kept no hard feeling. Oh yeahh!! THE BEST THING EVER, met JOE BROOKS! Haha, hugged him talked to him and Ive got a polaroid picha with him too. Cool shittt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Year Resoultions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kuruskan badan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saving upp for my Europe trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;London, see you soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eiffle Tower, wait for me there :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Macam nak send in proposal kat JS :x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......INSYALLAHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then,  I guess. Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-7270894343810558563?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7270894343810558563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=7270894343810558563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7270894343810558563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7270894343810558563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-two-thousand-and-twelve.html' title='its two thousand and twelve.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-5308642235906241426</id><published>2011-12-23T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T05:48:25.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, check the grammar used. Tak salah nak guna broken english, but ingat2 lah, jangan sampai short sentence pun dah lari giler maksud dia. Sounds funny, and you know what, orang yg baca tu, sampai berkerut kening seribu, berlipat-lipat nak fahamkan what you're trying to sampaikan. Google for the exact maksud ker kalau malas sgt nak bukak Oxford Dictionary yg I know that dah dicampakkan entah kemana tu kan. Well, sometimes, kena gelak tau dak? (No hard feeling eh) Just peringatan bersama, which includes me as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one good advice. Go and read english novels, like alot, alott. Watch super alot movies, and understand well every each of the sentences used. Disney Movies especially. Looks like too childish, but seriously, its a good way to learn english instead of just read. Well, my late mom used to expose me to those kinda movies with subtitles. To be honest, I learnt alot from movies sebab I dont really spend my days reading english books. But, jgn dok download movie from the internet, dah lah tak clear, subtitle pun tkde. Thats why sampai khiamat pun, u'll never learn. Beli yg 'original copy', there's subtitles, kan? Choose english, instead of Malay. Kata nak belajar kan? Well, to be a good blogger, you should watch, read, knows ALOT, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please lah ehh, ini bukan nak sindir ker kutuk ker apa. Yang mana baik tu jadikan tauladan kan? So, open minded lah sikit kalau org tegur kan? Bukan ada state kat sini pun nama blogger mana-mana. (Hah! Lepas baca ni , gelabah cicak sendiri bukak blog, check grammar, sibuk tny kawan) TAK SALAH NK BUAT CAM TU, okayy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salam alaik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry kalau terkasar bahasa. :x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah! tegur saya pulak. Im open to accept any critics on me. Kita kan budak baru belajar. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-5308642235906241426?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5308642235906241426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=5308642235906241426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5308642235906241426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5308642235906241426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/12/blogger-please-check-grammar-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-1661030321013124503</id><published>2011-11-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:25:10.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>read this parents.</title><content type='html'>do you think, by canning your children can make them listen to you? as u thought we kinda afraid of you, huh? me dont think so. well, guess wut, in fact,we will provoke you more next time. yelling at us? those words you said will just pass by. we will never listen, trust me. a warning will scare us a lil bit. but, why dont you try to talk to us nicely, instead of shouting out loud, till to the extend of us feeling ashamed to admit that you're our parents. got it? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after those canning and yelling we got, guess wut, in our mind, we're planning for more. the worst nightmare that you've ever imagined. Please luh, we dont feel scared at all. *eye-rolling* We dont even feel to stop doing it right away. Ha-ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-1661030321013124503?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1661030321013124503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=1661030321013124503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1661030321013124503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1661030321013124503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/read-this-parents.html' title='read this parents.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-867219035794018612</id><published>2011-11-24T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:30:32.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah knows better.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, now I know how I feel about you now. &lt;div&gt;Thanks for everything eh. How you twisted your words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it. Serve me right,heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rascal. You'r such an 'angel' in disguise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Im feeling selfish, everybody blames me for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when Im not, yet still, put the blame on me again,huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I wont be nice to you guys again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im tired. Outta breath every time you guys turn me like an idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-867219035794018612?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/867219035794018612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=867219035794018612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/867219035794018612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/867219035794018612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/allah-knows-better.html' title='Allah knows better.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4693667487033829142</id><published>2011-11-18T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T17:09:36.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenangan terindah darimu bonda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;"Aku yang lemah tanpamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;aku yang rentan karena&lt;br /&gt;cinta yang tlah hilang darimu&lt;br /&gt;yang mampu menyanjungku"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Mama, it has been almost two years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;and Im missing you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Selama mata terbuka&lt;br /&gt;sampai jantung tak berdetak&lt;br /&gt;selama itu pun&lt;br /&gt;aku mampu tuk mengenangmu"&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tak kan pernah terlintas akan ku untuk melupakanmu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No, it has never cross my mind to ever forget you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your love, I can always feel it somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;br /&gt;adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;kan kujadikan kau kenangan&lt;br /&gt;yang terindah dalam hidupku"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku redha. Aku pasrah. Aku berdoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kalau itu yang terbaik untukmu, aku terima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tenanglah persemadianmu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hanya doa yang dapat aku kirimkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan jejak hidupku&lt;br /&gt;yang tlah terukir abadi&lt;br /&gt;sebagai kenangan yang terindah"&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kata-katamu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;kasihmu, pesanmu, nasihatmu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;sayangmu, kehadiranmu dulu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;walau hanya sementara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;meskipun ianya untuk seketika,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;tak akan pernah akan ku melupakanmu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;telah sebati dalam kenangan hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;kenangan yang tak akan aku peroleh dimana-mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;tak akan pernah dapat ku ulangi jua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;kenangan indah yang akan ku bawa sampai bila-bila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;kenangan terindah dalam sejarah hidupku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Terima kasih cinta, untuk segalanya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Terima kasih bonda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Terima kasih untuk segalanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Terima kasih atas kasihmu - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;dulu and I - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;will always love 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/9222278579944606982-4693667487033829142?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4693667487033829142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4693667487033829142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4693667487033829142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4693667487033829142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/kenangan-terindah-darimu-bonda.html' title='kenangan terindah darimu bonda'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-2518765735059618749</id><published>2011-11-17T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:26:54.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sembunyi</title><content type='html'>entah dimana silap kehidupan,&lt;div&gt;kekuatan hati, kewarasan akal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ketegasan minda, keteguhan iman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menempuh jerit perih liku-liku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kehidupan,hilang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lenyap dibalik gangguan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sembunyi seketika,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;langkah yang diambil, satu-satu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiada yang dapat diundurkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rapuh. roboh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tak terungkai masalah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tak selesai ceritera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;setiap masa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hanya keteguhan diri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiang kepada setiap satu jawapan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tindakan yang tak pasti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agama lah jadikannya benteng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selamatkan diri daripada terjunan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lindungi diri daripada terhumban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jauh dari jalan-jalan yang kelam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kembali ke landasan yang terang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;landasan yang satu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yang dahulu antara satu pilihan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yang dahulu dibayangi kehendak akuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yang dahulu tak ternampak dek pandangan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yang dahulu terlindung suram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astaghfirullah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-2518765735059618749?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2518765735059618749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=2518765735059618749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2518765735059618749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2518765735059618749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/sembunyi.html' title='sembunyi'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-3890654638814140778</id><published>2011-11-13T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:52:38.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>well, 'we' are not as complicated lah actually. things can still dibetulkan. see, macam just now, we're just okay kan? we just need more time to spend together. the more time we had, i guess, we'd get know each of us, better. and tolak-ansur will come naturally. about time lah rasanya all of these. when makin besar, makin matang, so boleh lah understand each other. hope things get better, soon enough. before everything is too late to talk abt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-3890654638814140778?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3890654638814140778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=3890654638814140778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3890654638814140778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3890654638814140778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-8506962437262249855</id><published>2011-11-02T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T04:20:51.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes on you, eyes on me.</title><content type='html'>whats going on? what telah happened? &lt;div&gt;i have no idea. seriously. corrupted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those were not supposed to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could just sit back and watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plain emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldnt help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could just do nothing but watched them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to get involve any further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-8506962437262249855?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8506962437262249855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=8506962437262249855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8506962437262249855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8506962437262249855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/eyes-on-you-eyes-on-me.html' title='eyes on you, eyes on me.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-3169802787047613971</id><published>2011-10-31T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:56:41.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never thought we'd have a last kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Back to those days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;where us - against the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;telling stories, sharing laughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I still remember the look on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Been through the darkness at 1:58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;The words that you whispered for just us to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You told me you loved me so why did you go away, go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;and today, I woke up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;you're not here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;not anywhere near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;i look at the phone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;hoping i would hear anything from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;you're just disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do recall now the smell of the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That July 9th the beat of your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But now I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All that I know is I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How to be something you miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never thought we'd have a last kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never imagined we'd end like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;never picture this would happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;where things seemed okay between us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;distance was not the reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;you've told that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i didnt know why did i believe it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do remember the swing of your step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The life of the party, you're showing off again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I roll my eyes and then you pulled me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not much for dancing but for you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because I loved your handshake, meeting my father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All that I know is I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How to be something you miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never thought we'd have a last kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never imagined we'd end like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips, ohh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'll feel you forget me like I use to feel you breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope it's nice where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We can plan for a change in weather and time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never planned on you changing your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All that I know is I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How to be something you miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never thought we'd ever last kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never imagined we'd end like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just like our last kiss, forever the name on my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forever the name on my lips, just like our last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="songlyrics" style="visibility: visible; height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9222278579944606982-3169802787047613971?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3169802787047613971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=3169802787047613971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3169802787047613971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3169802787047613971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-thought-wed-have-last-kiss.html' title='never thought we&apos;d have a last kiss'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-3599986879109051658</id><published>2011-10-25T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T11:55:33.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at thatt!!</title><content type='html'>You sure you'll see thing you absolutely wanna see:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ana-velvetesprada.tumblr.com/"&gt;Now go stand in the corner and THINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ana-velvetesprada.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;annavelvetesprada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-3599986879109051658?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3599986879109051658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=3599986879109051658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3599986879109051658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3599986879109051658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/10/look-at-thatt.html' title='Look at thatt!!'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4407056391568554355</id><published>2011-10-24T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:57:26.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey,hey,you,you, i dont like your girlfriend. Haha.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i did wonder:&lt;div&gt;what are the things you've shared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what are the stories that have been told?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not that bad you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No! Im never bad towards you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To claim that, I surely think that Im so not deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was such a hard accused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, lil sister, you shoudnt talk things that you have no clue abt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it hurts so much, why dont you try and ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you will see things that you didnt see last time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aint it better? Make things clearer for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you wont feel bad or lied neither hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im always open to stand up and give you the better picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture of things you never expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor you, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, goodnight and goodluck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And YOU! What did you tell her? FOR GOD sake, I was never try to do things that will turn your life upside down. So, please dont touch mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-4407056391568554355?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4407056391568554355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4407056391568554355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4407056391568554355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4407056391568554355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-i-did-wonder-what-are-things.html' title='hey,hey,you,you, i dont like your girlfriend. Haha.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-1618272687927136808</id><published>2011-10-15T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:44:09.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your own fairytales.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fell in love. Broken hearted. Met new guy. In relationship. Broke up. Cried. Another guy said hi. Replied. On date. Found out he's a gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, this isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Major in philosophy ’cause there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be in love – a lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; so I guess you can get to tell ur grandchildren your own fairytales for their bedtime stories, aite? We can have our own froggie prince. We can make our own cinderella stories. Life is meant to be sweet. So, darling, make it sweeter. Enjoy your life and chill it, somehow. When it gets hard, dont blame. dont regret. no need to turn back. BUT be tough. stay strong. and Im sure you through it later on. hey, Allah knows our strength and never challenge us harder that we can endure. remember that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;when a guy broke ur heart. say thanks. when he turned you into pieces, wave goodbye and move on. thanks for being there for awhile. thanks for staying with you for a moment. thanks for making your life a fairytale last time. coz, im sure, even it was not a happy ending, but it was a good memories before, aint it? no need to turn it bad. no need to throw it away. neither to erase it, nor to burn it down. memories are meant to be with you all the time. no regrets. keep no hard feelings. then, you can easily walk away and begin a new chapter of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;However, I know sometimes, when you feel like moving forward, memories are the only thing that hold you back. Hence, write his name on a piece of paper, fold it small, put inside a lil bottle, throw it to the sea. throw it hard. BUT with a SMILE. Sweetest smile ever. dont fake. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this is only a piece of words written to past times. :) &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/9222278579944606982-1618272687927136808?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1618272687927136808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=1618272687927136808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1618272687927136808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1618272687927136808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-own-fairytales.html' title='Your own fairytales.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-316850241214530004</id><published>2011-10-09T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:21:58.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ego: one powerful word.</title><content type='html'>doesnt mean that kalau kita tua, then, kita ada kuasa. so, dgn segala hormatnya kita boleh buat apa-apa sesuka jiwa. dalam hidup ni, there's always two ways in things. adat memberi, kita berbahasa, kan? so, ingat lah kalaupun kita lebih dewasa, lebih berpangkat, tak semestinya kita ni betul sentiasa. try to accept the fact that semua orang ada buat silap. so, tak salah kan kalau ditegur? cubalah put aside ur ego, then u'll see things that all this while, you've pretended tak nampak, closed an eye on them.  tak salah. tak ada malunya nak buat macam tu. ingat, budak yang kecil dulu tu dah besar. dah boleh fikir yang mana baik, yang buruk. dorang dah ada pendirian sendiri. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apa yang kita buat kan orang tu semua, lambat laun akan berbalik pada kita. baik kita kat orang, baiklah orang pada kita. tak kiralah, to students ker, to anak-anak sendiri ker, to pekerja bawahan ker. that one concept applies to all, in any kind of situation. so, please, if you want others to treat you well, treat them better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last but not least, yang baik jadikan tauladan, yang jahat jadikan sempadan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yang elok tu datang dari Allah, yang buruk tu datang dari saya sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tak ada niat nak menyindir, tak ada niat nak menuding jari, sekadar tulisan yang diharap dapat dijadikan bahan untuk difikir-fikirkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-316850241214530004?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/316850241214530004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=316850241214530004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/316850241214530004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/316850241214530004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/10/ego-one-powerful-word.html' title='ego: one powerful word.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6018804074976736645</id><published>2011-10-01T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T02:17:11.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KL huh? So and so jer lah.</title><content type='html'>Been to KL yesterday. So much of curiosity of how KL looks like? How's life in KL? About them staying in KL, about shopping in KL, about the roads, about the food, about everything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putrajaya. Fine, it is absolutely a nice place to stay, to live in, to work at etc. Ive seen the new Malaysia here. The roads are clean, the lights are nice with different kinds of lamp post for every roads - creativity. BUT, the sign boards sucks especially for tourists. After a number of turns, going up and down the same road, we've finally found our way to the Masjid Putrajaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masjid Putrajaya is a blast. Cantik sangat-sangat for me lah. Oh yeah, there is another masjid we found in Putrajaya, the masjid where most of Malaysian celebs carried out their solemnization nowadays. Its a nice masjid for weddings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we've been to Suria KLCC. Suria KLCC is just like iON Orchard Singapore and other malls in Singapore. Ranging from Uniqlo, Zara, Top Shop till Salvatore Faragamore, Prada etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is PetroScience at the most top level. Speaking of the levels, the elevator system in Suria KLCC was also a disappointment. There's only two lifts to be used which will be going the same way everytime. and the escalators were quite a distance from it. Oh yeah, about the PetroScience, its a gallery to show how Malaysia works on their petroleum gas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then made our way to Jalan T.A.Rahman. Jalan TAR. The place where people talked so much about it. Well, its just another street market for me. Maybe if you know how to bargain to the max, then its a heaven for ya. BUT, the food they're selling over there were all very nice. I had Laksa Johor for RM5 a bowl while my cousin bought a Murtabak - they are NICE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the exhausting walk down the street even we didnt get to go all around Jalan TAR - I surrendered, we then made our way out from KL. Traffic Lights in KL are quite slow. Seriously, to wait for the traffics to turn into green light again, it was like taking forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iCity. A place in Shah Alam that having lights everywhere - trees, buildings, they wanna made it such like the place is having a snow season? I guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the snow room?? that we need to pay for the entrance looks not that good, with the man made snow were like the air batu parut. Lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, from what I saw from the big LCD there, later in December, they will have a big event with full loaded of lights and activities for the New Year! Hope it will be a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for my One day KL trip. Its an exhausting one, but at least I knew how it looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The roads are the same as JB's, the shopping are the same as Singapore's. So great to stay in JB, with not so much crowd, and get to shop in Singapore which is just SO NEAR! Heyy, Im studying there, what about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing, thanks to Ash.O for the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-6018804074976736645?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6018804074976736645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6018804074976736645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6018804074976736645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6018804074976736645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/10/kl-huh-so-and-so-jer-lah.html' title='KL huh? So and so jer lah.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-2777296819165892909</id><published>2011-09-16T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T02:20:56.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends. but what it really meant to us.</title><content type='html'>Kata kawan, kan?&lt;div&gt;But why must it ends like this. It doesnt supposed to be like this you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai hati kan. Sungguh, kau buat aku kecil hati. But, what was this for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we did, was only for your own good. Aku dah lama gila tak tidur, tapi aku still bangun, sbb bestfriend aku punya birthday laahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tkpeah anywayys,, kau tu still underage. Still budak kecik yang belum matang pun, kann?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Terima kasih kawan, untuk selamanya..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-2777296819165892909?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2777296819165892909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=2777296819165892909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2777296819165892909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2777296819165892909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/09/friends-but-what-it-really-meant-to-us.html' title='friends. but what it really meant to us.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-7901846664489005803</id><published>2011-09-03T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T09:52:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im writing this while listening to Cinta by D'Baginda's&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nq has slept once reached home from raya way ago. Suha and Edd still awake - downstairs. Suha is doing some stuffs at the sofa, Edd is(was) scribbling (or maybe doing his homework, idk) Oh, he's upstairs now, gg to bed I guess. Im upstairs - in the room - like always. Pretty much doing of our own things aite? Can see kaann? Raya pun masing-masing ngadap laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, 'he' was there just now. Naik motor malam2 passed by aku,ecah and shera. Menyibuk ajjer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfft. Pergi balik lah jgn menyemak kan pemandangan. Bluerghh. English, babe, english!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywaaaaayy, down with heavy flu, sore throat that I think might be gg to be cough soon. Fever is just ard the corner. I need a doctor, doctor, doctor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errr.....whattowritehuh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my abang angkat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my UK friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss them alott.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That abang angkat I have no idea why must he mia-ed so all of the sudden. Hey dude, if you know how to start a friendship, dont you know how to end it nicely as well? Courtesy dude, courtersy! Itu pun nak kena ajar ker? Takpelah, tak nak kawan sudah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes started berair. I think I need to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G'night all. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-7901846664489005803?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7901846664489005803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=7901846664489005803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7901846664489005803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7901846664489005803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-writing-this-while-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4360287953592581686</id><published>2011-08-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:09:38.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hard Feeling, aite?</title><content type='html'>Well, to some girls out there, kadang-kadang, kita nak salahkan diri sendiri pun tak boleh jugak. Guys are meant to live with lies. And girls are meant to believe it, somehow. And when it comes to the day that we've finally found out the ugly truth, taddaa... broken heart, tearing eyes, feeling down, what else? Cakap ajer lah. No committing suicide, please. This is waayy too exaggerate. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to guys, please, if you think you are not able to stay loyal, dont mess around with her lil heart. Dont let her hopes get high, dont let your says cheat her feelings. Some tough girls can get through it, but some dont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gentle reminder, babes, be careful with those liars out there. When love is in the air, even the eyes can play trick. However, if you ever broken hearted before, dont let it ruin you entire life. It may not be a happy ending, but doesnt mean that it was not a beautiful piece of memories once, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is just something to write, something to share. No hard feelings aite? G'night. Salam Ramadhan and Selamat Bersahur to muslimin and muslimat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pieceofwordsonwrittenpaper: anna-velvetesprada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: Btw, to whom it may concern, if you ever crossed this luh. (IF) Aku dengan segala hormatnya menarik balik karya-karya yang ditujukan kepada engkau previously. Coz, those are meant to be to my special other half. and it is absolutely not you. Bukan nak play ard macam budak kecik, sebab aku rasa macam tak adil jer. Kays? No hard feeling aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-4360287953592581686?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4360287953592581686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4360287953592581686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4360287953592581686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4360287953592581686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-hard-feeling-aite.html' title='No Hard Feeling, aite?'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-2539446892670271082</id><published>2011-06-11T10:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:01:34.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Thing Called 'heart'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a story to tell; there was a girl and a guy with a lil thing called 'heart'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was playing hard since the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're just following my flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You took your steps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one at a time and slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're being sweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your words, your smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, you're such a honey-bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I ignored, pretended nothing to care about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hell my heart beaten twice speed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smiled when you're not looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slowly, I let my walls broken down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put aside my armor defense,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opened up my stone-cold heart to let you in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stopped listening to my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Followed my heart felt instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One night, you're on your knees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asking one chance to dance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while the love song was playing along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was the time I thought you'd be the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now then I knew - I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz for you this was all a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was the queen to checkmate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart was the throne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love was the bet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my tears were your soldiers that let to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was stupid to play it along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was not you to blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life and love such a bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and heart break is their best enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have known from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those pictures you left remains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wont be erased, too much too be thrown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let it be one of the sweet memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a good one perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for me, I'll move on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wrote your name on a piece of paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Folded it small,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kept inside a bottle and I threw it to the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the wave fades away my feelings for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I guess I'll be alright as the time goes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;June 11 2011 - the day I turned 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pieceofwordsonwrittenpaper:anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-2539446892670271082?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2539446892670271082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=2539446892670271082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2539446892670271082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2539446892670271082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/06/lil-thing-called-heart.html' title='Lil Thing Called &apos;heart&apos;'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-5426758993136092932</id><published>2011-05-01T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:00:12.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>I will never ever create any family event on facebook anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a nice outing. It was a short gateaway. Quite a Great Family Day Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holiday and dressing up and car hit the highway and camera and taking picha and many many more! Those words kinda describe the whole thing of it minus the drama created during the whole journey. Drama aint good for memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, there are still story to be told. parts to be elaborated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out whenever you're speeding on the highway at night. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro-in-law was actually driving the car home. He was speeding till 160,170,180 like that. So he was driving on the right lane. Everytime he saw a slower car driving on the right lane, he will light up the high beam light and the driver will move into the left lane and give way for him to speed again. Once upon a time, while he was speeding,   again, he saw a slower car, and like usual, confidently he lighted up the high beam light, and guess what? It was a police petrol car -,- He quickly slowed down and moved into the left lane back, hide behind another car. And after a few minutes, we saw a car speeding as well and about to took over the police. But right after the driver saw the police car in front, he automatically hit the brake and slowed down. That was super funny and we were all laughing while watching him to or not to take over the police. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, the moral of the story, do watch out when lighting up the high beam while you're speeding on the highway at night. As you will never know what is in front of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer Service people. Please, do be nice to the customers. I know its not all the time, the customer is right, however, we do appreciate a lil respect from you, a lil help will make us feel good.  Especially, if we're on our way to our holiday.Yeah, sometimes it aint a good day for you too, but we din noe it and HELL we're not the one you should let your anger to. You're moody, your stomach is aching, you're pms-ing, cranky? We dont wanna know, coz what we wanna know is you're giving us a good smile and service that can make us just walk off after saying 'Thank you' and smiling at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To fams, thanks for the outing and dinner yesterday. Looking forward for the next time where everybody can meet up again and having a nice day. I so wanna holiday. Long one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-5426758993136092932?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5426758993136092932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=5426758993136092932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5426758993136092932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5426758993136092932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/05/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-550688250896286006</id><published>2011-04-22T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:51:02.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.miss.hate.</title><content type='html'>fine. i love you.&lt;div&gt;i wish that you're here everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, i knew it all along - it is simply impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've got ur own things, ive mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. i miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time after time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your words, made me miss you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your sayings, made me even love you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what. i hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've made me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everynight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont like a sleepless night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i cant just close my eyes without ur goodnight wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you just simply gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without saying goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pretty please, dont do this to me, sayang coz i dont think i can endure it everytime. and tell u what, it aint easy to try to hold my tears when i feel like crying everytime u did this to me. :(&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/9222278579944606982-550688250896286006?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/550688250896286006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=550688250896286006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/550688250896286006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/550688250896286006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/04/lovemisshate.html' title='love.miss.hate.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-964244899924752225</id><published>2011-04-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T08:07:15.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>background songs.</title><content type='html'>Kan best kalau life ni macam dalam movie, ada moments in our life with background songs. Tak yah kena aku imagine-imagine. Sendiri played.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau scene sedih:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari time tu hujan kat luar, and Im alone duduk kat tepi tingkap tengok raindrops. and the perfect song maybe Back To December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Im missing someone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duduk kat balcony petang-petang, tengah making paper plane, writing 'I miss you' before flying it to the sky. Lagu Far Away song by Nickelback pulak playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If tengah nak marah kat orang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this, I know one perfect song that suit like no other: Gives You Hell! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If tengah playing around kat playground with friends,  the beloved ones, malam-malam, I only want one song that I think suits well; Rhythm of Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau tengah having fun with friends or family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it if We'll be a dream  jadi background song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau rasa nak date dua orang jer with the beloved one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so nice if 'Kissing you' by Miranda Cosgrove playing for the sweet scene, for all the things we both create. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau kena tinggal, well for this, banyak lagu boleh suit. Kena tengoklah macam mana pny style kena tinggal. Love the way you lie, My happy ending.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau tengah down sangat-sangat, macam everything on that day macam tak serba tak kena, aku paling suka lagu Bad Day. Kalau asek nangis jer, lagu ni memang best for me to have my mood back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those listed are pretty much that I can think of right now - spontaneously. Actually there's a lot, depends on the person, depends on the mood, I really wish this to happen for real. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-964244899924752225?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/964244899924752225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=964244899924752225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/964244899924752225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/964244899924752225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/04/background-songs.html' title='background songs.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-1337283869273387279</id><published>2011-04-04T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:04:12.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku kan novelis!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, aku kan novelis. Novelis tu kan fairytales maker. Storyteller. Dia yang cipta watak, dia yang create perwatakan. Dia yang satukan orang. Dia yang pisahakan orang, Yeah, thats me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who says life ain't a fairytale? make things sweet, feel the moments with beloved ones and friends, i can assure you can create your own, and your life will be just fine and everything's gonna be okay. ♥"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Tu dia, siap post facebook lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah tentang dua anak remaja yang berpacaran, Love story biasa, takde nyer fall in love ngan anak raja. Takde pulak anak Tan Sri ker datuk ker haper2, but it is still a love story that meant to be sweet and cute. Yeah, cute. They are cute together. Hoping that both of you will stuck for each other - forever after. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I close my eyes and pray..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-siap ada lagu JB lagi tu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memanglah kalau time merajuk ker marah ker sedih ker kecik hati ker:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lets talk this over. its not like we're dead.  Was it something I did? Was it something you said?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how about this pulak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suatu ketika dahulu - tak lah lama sangat. just a few months back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took the midnight train going anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a city boy, born and raised in South detroit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took the midnight train going anywhere'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, bila that girl and that guy met. Macam bumped onto each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We were both young when I first saw you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im standing there; in the balcony on summer air'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl was here, and the boy was standing there. Bila mata pandang mata, time macam stop ticking. Moving towards each other - slowly. Really slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Well, you stood there with me in the doorway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hands shake, Im not usually this way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you pull me in and Im a little more brave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the first kiss, its flawless, really something.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I will never let you fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll stand up for you forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We may only have tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But till the morning sun you're mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play the music low, and sway to the rhythm of love.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam2 kan? Aku kan novelis, aku tahulah.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-1337283869273387279?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1337283869273387279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=1337283869273387279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1337283869273387279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1337283869273387279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/04/aku-kan-novelis.html' title='aku kan novelis!'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-750091811395950731</id><published>2011-03-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:17:02.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><content type='html'>Feeling jealous? Yeah, a lil bit. Shuts! Its not jealous that both of them together, its just they are always together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-750091811395950731?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/750091811395950731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=750091811395950731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/750091811395950731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/750091811395950731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-768076089650728400</id><published>2011-03-22T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:23:27.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one step further. one level up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;22 March 2011 - 10am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DMIT result was out.&lt;/div&gt;Diploma Awarded!&lt;div&gt;Mama, how I wish I could tell you this news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not scored the best result but - Im graduating,mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive done my very best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im graduating. Ive completed my next education level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One step further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I pray a lot to get to the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I could just tell it to dad, kak yana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my friends - just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, Mama, Im telling you now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You heard me, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck for my uni application kays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you will,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like you always did back then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we're together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good rest mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-768076089650728400?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/768076089650728400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=768076089650728400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/768076089650728400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/768076089650728400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-step-further-one-level-up.html' title='one step further. one level up.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4826923920823160861</id><published>2011-03-22T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:13:27.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its a everynight thing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;we chat.skype.messaging,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 times wish goodbye, goodnight and sweetdream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we just cant stop,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;till one of us fall asleep with while texting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;we share songs we listen to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;we send lyrics that related to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;that tells the love story of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;we smile..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in a minute we found another song that match us better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;that suits us more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;then, we read the lines,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we just couldn't agree more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;each of us can just smile - again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;speechless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we're done with doing it online,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;we continue it using the old way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's best - we can lie down on the bed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuddling in the blanket,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we still feel so close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i'll place my phone beside me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sometimes right next to my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz that's where you belong. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;but,how about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you fall asleep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;and pity me still lie awake,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;im feeling lonely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;reading through you messages,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's what I'll do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;till my eyes close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my dream, we'll meet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;but tonight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im alone in my room looking outside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;searching for a beautiful star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;to help me tell 'miss you'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close my eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;I recite doa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pray to Allah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;that tml gonna be a good day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;together...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;regards with love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;pieceofwordsonwrittenpaper: anna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-4826923920823160861?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4826923920823160861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4826923920823160861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4826923920823160861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4826923920823160861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-love-story.html' title='another love story'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6995401318254965224</id><published>2011-03-20T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T02:36:12.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just us as FAMILY.</title><content type='html'>Dont you realised how messed up we are? We didnt talk or we did which ended up to be a fight, we didnt sit together and chilling on something. We didnt have dinner while watching a family program at night - then later getting high on something we saw. We dont communicate lately. I miss that! I miss all the laughing, I miss all the hanging around - just us as FAMILY.  As what we always did back then. Even that time, we're not this 'fine' with money, but we WERE FINE AS FAMILY! We're happy. Yeah happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or issit just me - stressed up lonely lil bitch?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know if each and one of you realised this but still trying to deny it coz that's what Im doing also. However, I cant just ask myself to keep pretending - spreading the news to everybody that asking that we're fine - coz deep inside my heart, I always know that we are absolutely not okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna do something, yet, a simple thing I cant never do. TALK! I cant talk to all of you except suha, though sometimes we fight ALOT when comes to things that we dont agree. But dad, I know you are not that good at talking either. So, what should we do? And nq, ed. I think you guys are just so irritating sometimes. Maybe, its hell my fault coz I always want it to be my way, but couldnt you understand that its for your own good? Maybe Im wrong, but please try to understand what Im trying to tell you. GOD! I sounded like a parent that trying to explain to her children that are going for the wrong way. I hate this. I maybe a lil too young for these stuffs. But, hello, I have two younger siblings. Urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is just sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, ecah, I am very grateful to have you as my bestfriend. I owe you babe! You're the best crying shoulder that I have ever had. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, blog - I appreciate that someone is just so smart to create this. Coz without you, I dunno who else should I talk to. Pheww~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-6995401318254965224?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6995401318254965224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6995401318254965224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6995401318254965224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6995401318254965224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-us-as-family.html' title='just us as FAMILY.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-913472439304320107</id><published>2011-03-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T03:04:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my days</title><content type='html'>kinda have tonnes of story to tell till dunno which one should go first. been pretty much crraaaazzzyy in love with glee for the last few days - and still loving it now. gotta stop awhile here, taking shower :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back from shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can say that kinda alone at home. Everyone is up onto their own things. My cuz is sleeping on the couch right now. Here I am - blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been working for the last two weeks. Even its not on every single day, but enough is enough. Im tired-exhausted. two of my colleagues told me that I looked sick. I think if I have a chance to stand beside a zombie, people will get confused and cant say which is me - a real living human. And let say if I am working again, I dont feel like doing sales anymore after encountered two times shortage of money. Hell! Im not going to let they deduct my pay anymore. It is for my iPhone lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of my day, I spent it on sleeping, listening to songs, updating and checking status on facebook of mine and my friends. Miss talking to Iza. Skyped with Adibah. Talked few lines with Ecah. Ecah - I miss you so much my friend. I swear, I promise you that I will meet you at Segamat one fine day - together with Shera. okayyy..? Hows it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least - GLEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam and Quinn. I wanna be Quinn. I wanna dance with Sam. I wanna sing along. I wanna have fun! There's a quite a lot to talk about Glee actually. However, I dunno where to start and where to end. And I think I kinda make people around me sick of Glee coz Ive been singing my fav song again and again, Ive been talking about Sam, Quinn, Finn, Rachel too much to them. Haha. This is me people! I will talk and talk and continue talking about it, until it become off season. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's all for now. Im sleepy actually. But, been holding on coz I was skype-ing with my friends just now. Shall try and sleep now. Goodnight. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(issit kinda too early?)&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/9222278579944606982-913472439304320107?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/913472439304320107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=913472439304320107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/913472439304320107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/913472439304320107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-days.html' title='my days'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-82422566625342143</id><published>2011-03-16T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:08:01.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes! Im a gleek too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;its a beautiful night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I have something to tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey baby, i think  badly i miss you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it the look in your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or is it just me wanna tell the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who cares baby, i think  badly i miss you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-82422566625342143?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/82422566625342143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=82422566625342143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/82422566625342143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/82422566625342143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes-im-gleek-too.html' title='yes! Im a gleek too.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6524705386950232437</id><published>2011-03-03T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:17:43.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a novel.</title><content type='html'>Bought a novel yesterday. It is super duper lame to max. Like seriously, why on earth the publisher agreed to publish that piece of crap. Okay, enough. This is an insult. The jokes, the love story, the romance, the storyline are all like whaaat. Oh my god. Don't you aware that when you write something, its for people to read and ENJOY it. Again - ENJOY IT! That is the main damn thing that readers look for when buying something. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it turned out to be a lame storyline, it will make us waaay disappointed. Its thick. Its wordy. Its boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-6524705386950232437?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6524705386950232437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6524705386950232437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6524705386950232437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6524705386950232437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-novel.html' title='what a novel.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6831652476303696903</id><published>2011-02-25T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:45:34.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L82_Gc2dYSg/TWigizihVgI/AAAAAAAAASE/Bnt7AZFKNMk/s1600/miss%2Byou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L82_Gc2dYSg/TWigizihVgI/AAAAAAAAASE/Bnt7AZFKNMk/s400/miss%2Byou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577884658309355010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Im pretty much missing you like crazy,&lt;div&gt;you're just not here; beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep listening to songs, playing all tracks -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to not thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its just it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant deny more, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just missing you  - badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where'd you go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im stucked - I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind keeps asking have I done something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I said anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that makes you away from me - hiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sorry . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you know I hate feeling this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me love, shout it out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I will know . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so that I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Im here if you ever need me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I ever crossed your mind - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I know coz I would be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its empty. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-6831652476303696903?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6831652476303696903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6831652476303696903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6831652476303696903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6831652476303696903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-sorry.html' title='Im sorry'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L82_Gc2dYSg/TWigizihVgI/AAAAAAAAASE/Bnt7AZFKNMk/s72-c/miss%2Byou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-5599432723393560660</id><published>2011-02-23T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T03:01:48.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Iza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9h10huwHqY/TWTf4fGjCgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OXZ1plUwck0/s1600/Iza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9h10huwHqY/TWTf4fGjCgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OXZ1plUwck0/s400/Iza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576828400106146306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, sure you think that I forgot its ur birthday today right? I will never lah. Well, lil sista! Wishing you the very best SweetSeventeen ever. Im hoping to be the very last one to wish you today, tml not counted - coz it will be a belated birthday wish already. Why last? Well, to be honest - dunno why, purposely. Hehe. *peace* Naah, actually there's a reason for this. Im wishing you the last, coz I hope to be the last one that you will ever forget wherever you go, whenever you'll be. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Seventeen, its a one life time experience. Make it sweet, make it nice, make it fab! Things only lasts for one year, use it well. And hope everything is under HIS rahmat, and gets berkat from HIM forever after. Amin. InsyAllah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-5599432723393560660?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5599432723393560660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=5599432723393560660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5599432723393560660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5599432723393560660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-iza.html' title='happy birthday Iza.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9h10huwHqY/TWTf4fGjCgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OXZ1plUwck0/s72-c/Iza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-8530341029454599040</id><published>2011-02-16T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:50:01.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another love story</title><content type='html'>To let yourself falling in love;&lt;div&gt;means you're letting your heart to be broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;letting your feeling to be hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the best is letting yourself to be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling is absolutely enchanting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're together, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything seems to be so perfect - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fearless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sparks fly around you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When his words sounds so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His moves looks so gentle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just nice to made yourself - floating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the story of you and him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can never get so fairytale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next chapter of your love story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will never be like a cinderella or snow white's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be continued . . . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pieceofwordsonwrittenpaper:anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-8530341029454599040?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8530341029454599040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=8530341029454599040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8530341029454599040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8530341029454599040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-love-story.html' title='another love story'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-2814186038235132645</id><published>2011-02-13T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:11:10.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;At the rooftop, there I sat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Writing wish on a paper plane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You're at the street - ground floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;passing by - carrying a notepad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;On your shoulder the plane crash landed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I never know what has happened after I threw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All I knew that I was making a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hoping that one day, it will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The next day, I did the same thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Another wish, and a brand new paper plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This time, it has landed on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You'd found it while you're walking at the corridor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everyday it is just the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Another day, another wish, and a paper plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You've waited, you took and you kept them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wondering who was behind all this plane rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One day, you made a wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Your wish brought you to the rooftop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There  you saw a girl - sitting quietly with a notebook in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then you know. And smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The girl saw you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quickly packed her things - made a move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'I believe these are all yours'  You said just after she passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The girl stopped walking. Turned back. Looking at the bag you're holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She looked at you - said nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She nodded after a few seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You showed your hands and introduced yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She looked at you. Smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And made a move. Without a goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The next morning you woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You brought a notepad and a pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Flew yourself to the same rooftop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Waiting and hoping she would come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Few hours, you've waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And decided to make your first paper plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wrote a wish and threw it to the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You smiled. Feeling good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nicely landed on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The rooftop girl saw it - she took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She kept it in her pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The girl then made her move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Climbing the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Step by step - to go to the same rooftop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like what she did for every evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like what she did for the past one month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'I believe this belongs to you.' She said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You turned around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;At the rooftop -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;both of you - sitting together;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;writing wish on paper planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;while watching at the beautiful sunset in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pieceifwordsonwrittenpaper - analilvelvetesprada&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/9222278579944606982-2814186038235132645?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2814186038235132645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=2814186038235132645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2814186038235132645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2814186038235132645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/02/paper-plane.html' title='Paper Plane'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-2937228658230437288</id><published>2011-02-12T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:44:55.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im In Baju Kurung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feeling sweet. Feeling nice. Feeling good when Im in Baju Kurung. Smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Its Sunday  morning - a good start. Waking up in the morning - shower - make ups and get dressed. Pulled out one Baju Kurung from my wardrobe and decided to wear it. While listening to my iTunes - playing 'Sparks Fly' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Drop everything  now. Meet me in the pouring rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kiss me on the sidewalk. Take away the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Marine groove . High heels. Shades . And Im ready to board the car. We then made our way to the wedding. Met my uncle's family there. Had lunch - malay wedding dishes.  Not that bad the food. Oh. Forgot to mention, it was my so-called babysitter's daughter's wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Where is she' The babysitter asked my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Who?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Your second daughter.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.. I said nothing, but just smile to tell her that Im the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Whoa. Such a big girl you are now.' Duhhhh!! It has been so long and I don't even remember her. Woops :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'You know girl, Im the one who take care of you last time.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can only 'Ahhh -  I see...' What else to say right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We went to my nanny's house next. Like usual, they will always try to ask my dad on when to get himself a new wife. For GOD's sake people, it has not been a year yet. Show us some respect, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;AlFatihah to my beloved mother. Hope you're doing fine there. I will always love you - forever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/9222278579944606982-2937228658230437288?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2937228658230437288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=2937228658230437288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2937228658230437288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2937228658230437288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-in-baju-kurung.html' title='Im In Baju Kurung'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-8439855852527591465</id><published>2011-02-12T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:06:37.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 2:41am on Sunday Morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, its pretty early for Sunday morning, quite late for Satuday night. Im hellyeah! blogging now. Fyp is over. Like over-over. Finally! Phhew. Smiling. One Big Smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been a lazy one for the whole day just now - coz like finally, there's nothing left on my to-do-list. Yeah, Ive come to the end of my diploma study. Pretty fast huh? How time flies. Seems like only yesterday, Ive got my student card. Seems like only yesterday Ive met my bestfriends. Seems like only yesterday, all those things happened. And now they are all gonna turn into memories. Sweet memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im awake still tonight. Nothing's left to think about. Nothing's left to stress on. Can't force my eyes to sleep yet - I think my body clock is still in its sleepless nights mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to remind myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past is past; Its one of the history, memories. Besides, its a social network website. What do I expect? Shouldn't get upset when bumped onto things like that. But yeah, I can close my eyes on things that I dont wanna see, however, I just cant close my heart to it. Too much thinking of it to be the sweetest of mine. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more mood left for blogging. Shall continue some other time. I need a good night sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-8439855852527591465?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8439855852527591465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=8439855852527591465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8439855852527591465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8439855852527591465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-241am-on-sunday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-3840369779455577517</id><published>2010-12-21T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:42:37.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"if you're in trouble, if you need a hand. Just call my number, coz Im your friend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from #17 to #7&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;hi no.7 you dam cheater, I'm not playing the game! If 10 more people see this ask me do for them you die already LOL. so yah, it has been great knowing you since year 1 too, totally didnt know you exist until annelis intro-ed us hahaha. thanks for being there for me when i needed someone to talk to! but you should start doing the same too because i always have to irritate you by asking you again and again what happen till you finally tell me! oh and i very hum of your pms, like every sentence i say can agitate you anytime lolol. anyway hope we can continue being bffs for a nong nong time even after we graduate! ♥..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;from #7 to #17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;‎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#17 Hellos! i dun why i keep laughin while i type this. LOL its been a great 3 yrs knowing you. been tgt thru our ups n dwns. there for me esp when im dwn. always buggin me to tell u what im upset abt. LOL thank you for doin tt and cheerin me up n puttin up with all my nonsense :D i hope i didn't annoy too much with my lil pranks. hope our frenship lasts long :D see ya soon ♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from #7 to #999 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#999 Hellos! i feel like im calling the police. ROFL. i miss you soooo much! long time so see! We've known each other for almost 3 years ♥ been thru all the ups and downs. we've become close almost like sis? lols hope our frenship will last for many years more! hope to see ya soon! rlly miss hanging out with u and camwhoring ♥ get well soon! :D ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from #999 to #7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;‎#7. Well, kinda expected of that number already. Btw, u've made me touched. And I miss you too - damn much. Lols! Last forever after,kays? You're among the bestofthebest of what I have ever have in friendship. Will never erase u from my memories ever. btw, dont forget the promise that one day, we'll travel to europe together *hugs*.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;from #116 to #17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;"..knowing you, well thebesthingever lah. so nice, so helpful (banker) - lols. Thanks! I dunno how we three can become so close actually, suddenly we're like bestfriends, sharing happiness, problems. Thanks for being there during my hard time; my ups and downs (lols, the sentence like so common alrd) Well, realy hope we'll stay close - foreve. *smile* and *hugs*.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"thank you for being my  f  r  i  e  n  d  s  .  .  .  .  "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-3840369779455577517?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3840369779455577517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=3840369779455577517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3840369779455577517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3840369779455577517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-5159585954346410574</id><published>2010-12-15T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:14:10.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>f r i e n d s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even it was just a few hours GATEAWAY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but! I did enjoy it - A LOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the night sky, love the stars shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the cool night breeze, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L O V E   e v e r y t h i n g . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall plan for a proper one, some day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall go one place to make it a perfect day out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hurm, Im thinking when the time will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im thinking sure, Its gonna be all day fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o h e m g e e . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still thinking of the LAUGHTERS we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the JOKES we've created&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the silliness we've made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friends! I less than three all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9222278579944606982-5159585954346410574?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5159585954346410574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=5159585954346410574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5159585954346410574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5159585954346410574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/f-r-i-e-n-d-s.html' title='f r i e n d s'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-8880169963637233394</id><published>2010-12-09T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:43:37.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boringness</title><content type='html'>M o r n i n g . . &lt;div&gt;Guess what? Ive cut my hair;&lt;div&gt;Well, it feels good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels lighter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel brand new me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, exaggeration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, gonna think of the colour of my new hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurm, I think, I want it to be a bit black, not brown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, not completely black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its chestnut, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping that can have a new hair look for the new sem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, almost the same thing as yesterday;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't have any plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousins are not anywhere near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . and pretty sucks as it only left me and suha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoon, need to go to my aunt's hse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's kenduri there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant think of anything more boring than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I guess, I just need to endure and go thru this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B o r  i n g . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-8880169963637233394?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8880169963637233394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=8880169963637233394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8880169963637233394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TP76wea5mSI/AAAAAAAAARs/6a2Wlw8Hv2c/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548147501673584930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TP76p_D762I/AAAAAAAAARk/4etBlGxNCXg/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;it doesn't feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;something seems to be wrong somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;yet, i have no idea what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;or maybe it is just me - not feeling good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;my other half now seems to be mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Only God knows what's gg on there - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;on the other side of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;and I - were pretty much left untold, here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;great. the feeling is incredibly sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;papers.notes.programmings.money.siblings;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;things that I need to work my ass on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;pretty much huh? well, wuteva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Cant think of any of 'em carefully right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;need time? need space of my own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;need a break? need a gateaway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;boohoo! no money no talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;besides, still a daddy's lil girl, i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;pfft~ [head is on the table-looking up at the screen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Awwhh~ poor me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"..i hate that f e e l i n g  when you feel hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;but, you don't want any food you see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;and you can't figure out what food you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;and you don't think it even exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;but then, you r e a l i s e d , what you wanna s e e ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;is the person you're m i s s i n g . . . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I guess I've been thinking so deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I feel unsure whether it's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;to post this thoughts here in the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;but to be honest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I just feel somehow relieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;knowing that there will be someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;who would be reading this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;and maybe could give me a good advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;e  m  p  t  i  n  e  s  s  .  h  o  l  l  o  w  .  s  o  r  r  o  w  .   l  i  f  e   l   e   s   s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9222278579944606982-7494863152115440981?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7494863152115440981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=7494863152115440981' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4398149679679209777</id><published>2010-12-06T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:28:28.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>green of health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pirithon be my guardian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Influenza be my company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sneeze is the new hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sore throat is coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks -,-&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/9222278579944606982-4398149679679209777?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4398149679679209777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4398149679679209777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4398149679679209777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4398149679679209777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/green-of-health.html' title='green of health'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-863246546926048074</id><published>2010-12-05T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T05:12:59.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel.Pilot.SweetTalker.PaperPlane.Melting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Salam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Before that, to all my singapore non-malay friends, I think, this post will not be suitable for ur reading. I will just talking about my craziness over the online novels and the characters. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and, sorry to interfere: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;‎"..Now Im missing you badly, Missing your arms around me, Watching you sleeping soundly. So lovely so alive. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, recently, terbaca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a com="" 2010="" 04=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mangkuk Tingkat by Paper Plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Well, biasalah, the main guy is a driver. WAIT! Jangan pandang sebelah mata. Driver bukan calang-calang pny driver eh. Driver kat atas awan lah. Driver of the aircrafts. So, the exact term is he works as a PILOT! Still a co-pilot to be exact, but still, they fly airplanes. How cool is that? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And biasalah, kalau dah kita fikir dia tu kerja Pilot, confirm we'll think of he has very nice height as in tall, nice body structure - not too muscle sana sini (ewww! gross :x) enough to just have a 6-packs. He's surely wearing uniforms to work- smart! He's wearing the pilot cap, tie, wing, tag and with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;epaulette kat shoulder. Pergh! *melting dah ni* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kerja pun kat airport before check in. Haizh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, bila dah terlampau crazy nih, mula lah made me googled about APFT, HMA, FMA - all the training centres. Wish one day can persuade my lil bro to enroll in one of them - preferably APFT. Yelah, I tak dapat jadi, my one and only brother lah kena fulfill my big dream ni. Unless, kalau dapat guy pilot, Woops! :x So, dapat lah dia tell me stories about airplanes, Boeing, Airbus lah, Airport, brings me back chocolates from all over the countries, perfumes. Whoa! And be my guardian time I takut masa in flight to anywhere. Sweet aper, dapat announcement macam how the girl in the novel dapat from her husband time tu husband die tgh on duty on the same flight. coolawesomefantasticfabulous! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Haha, not to forget, and tak nak feeling sorang-sorang I shared the links with my sister and friends. So, sekarang dorang pun dah gila ngan benda tu. Tapi yelah, as wut my friend said: "Rmb, this is all just a novel. Not more than that." D: She's right though. Haizh. So, all this while time baca the story - episode by episode, I was like floating, feel like Im riding a paper plane. (tk dpt fly for real, paper plane pun jadi lah *wink*) Day-dreaming the entire story. All the guy's sweet talk boleh jadi smpi kena potong kaki seh (diabetes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I guess that's all for now, shall continue talking again some other time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Regards with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HUGSANDKISSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Annelis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(47, 47, 47); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;p/s: Joe from Sweet Sour still in the mission though. Will never forget him, till I found the very best that can win my heart over him. Ececeh, berbual cam real jerk, padahal2 its all about novels and characters *wink*&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/9222278579944606982-863246546926048074?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/863246546926048074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=863246546926048074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/863246546926048074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/863246546926048074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/salam.html' title='Novel.Pilot.SweetTalker.PaperPlane.Melting.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-123066023690949869</id><published>2010-12-01T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:05:57.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last night sleep was the best I ever had after for quite some time. My friend told me I looked tired and I have the not-enough-of-sleep-look. Well, I kinda agree with her though coz hell I am! What do I expect the least on the last week of school? Submission.Assignments.Interview.Presentations.Test - Duhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, after the good night sleep I had, woke up around 9 and the house was empty - sisters,brother,dad were not at home. Hence, I was lazy to move my ass off. I should say, Shower - Naah,it can wait. Breakfast - There's no maid or babysitter to bring me hot tea, bread, peanut butter and jam, for on-bed breakfast. Wake up GirL! You are not upper east sider princess. *sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So,throughout the morning, cleared few things up and did house chores and the rest of the time, be the best owner to my love - stucked with facebook, twitter and blog. Next, I spent, wait not actually the best word, *thinking* waste (yeah, better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; time on waiting for the episode to load and watching it - alone. This is just pathetic and boring. Anyway, the episode was interesting and worth waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gossip Girl - one thing best of all those episodes and seasons is how the families, friends get together minus the controversy they've created, the gossips they've involved in, they are still unite as one though. Surprisingly. Its just how others' jealousy that leads to backstabbing and pulling them down but yet, they are still family and bestfriends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, annelis, enough of talking. You better get going and get things moved on. Wave for now. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With love and lots of hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HUGSANDKISSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;annelis.&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/9222278579944606982-123066023690949869?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/123066023690949869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=123066023690949869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/123066023690949869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/123066023690949869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-my-day.html' title='its my day'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-381118339455996611</id><published>2010-12-01T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T05:20:52.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Fall In Love With Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TPZHM5xlGKI/AAAAAAAAARU/3tv4Ny4-Rmg/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TPZHM5xlGKI/AAAAAAAAARU/3tv4Ny4-Rmg/s320/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545698278146119842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the way you messed your hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the way you hold your guitar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you stand and care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is how I look at you from far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, that's how I fall in love with ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you stare at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll look away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, when our eyes meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can just smile, hope it brightens your day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the way you stand next to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you hold my hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you sing my favorite song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, that is when you stole my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I shall say you kept it somewhere till I cant find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want a special dinner date,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just make it simple but sweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im okay with just you and me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz its the way you make me smile all day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when Im home, I can portray it to be our song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you stare at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll look away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, when our eyes meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can just smile, hope it brightens your day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the way you messed your hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the way you hold your guitar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you stand and care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is how I look at you from far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, that's how I fall in love with ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-pieceofwordsonwrittenpaper-anna-velvet.esprada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-381118339455996611?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/381118339455996611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=381118339455996611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/381118339455996611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/381118339455996611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-i-fall-in-love-with-ya.html' title='How I Fall In Love With Ya'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TPZHM5xlGKI/AAAAAAAAARU/3tv4Ny4-Rmg/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4168533426808370356</id><published>2010-11-24T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:29:13.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TO0twf7epqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CfMd5wMZzi0/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TO0twf7epqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CfMd5wMZzi0/s200/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543137027590891170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TO0tvxsKleI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/W_8gAcq1zTE/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TO0tvxsKleI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/W_8gAcq1zTE/s200/24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543137015178630626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TO0tvIpoUoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/01Y-8EFKSUc/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TO0tvIpoUoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/01Y-8EFKSUc/s200/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543137004162142850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TO0tug0sL1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/T30ZoxoSYTs/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TO0tug0sL1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/T30ZoxoSYTs/s200/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543136993471115090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss this happy moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna create more fairytales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna create another sweet memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz I believe, those things we've created, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those things we've been thru that made my Life beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9222278579944606982-4168533426808370356?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4168533426808370356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4168533426808370356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4168533426808370356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4168533426808370356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-this-happy-moments.html' title='Things In My Life'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TO0twf7epqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CfMd5wMZzi0/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-3585586212340663833</id><published>2010-11-19T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T05:29:36.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am blogging again tonight :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Completed our first phase of FYP and done with our presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, its my turn to do the meeting minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must submit by this Sunday to Shalini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next week gotta start with my AJP assignment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I guess next week need to stay back for few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im in my doing-homework-mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im in my LISTENING to SONGS mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha.. I dont know what else to talk about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall continue talking later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9222278579944606982-3585586212340663833?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3585586212340663833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=3585586212340663833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3585586212340663833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3585586212340663833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-blogging-again-tonight-completed.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-5032827607490289798</id><published>2010-11-17T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T06:39:42.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes! Finally another blog post. Actually, I have no idea why am I suddenly have the urge to blog tonight. So, Lets scribble some words and talk nonsense Annelis! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I start on my blog post tonight: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was actually Hari Raya Haji. So, as it is still 10++pm, I guess I still have the time to greet all my Muslim friends and families Happy Hari Raya Haji. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blog post starts from here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im loving my families: Sisters, Brothers (+Bro-in-law), Cousins, Dad, Uncles, Aunts, Nephews, Niece. Well, yeah its so random coz I have no idea on what to scribble, Wudddehell...? Currently Im watching OMG on Channel5. Seriously, its a OMG+WTF. LOLs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my opinions on few things in LIFE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is ur very first PRIORITY. Never abandon them like how u always did for ur blog, ur myspace, ur friendster, ur phone when u have laptop with ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to be honest they are the one who will keep making ur life fun and enjoyable. Creating smiles, wiping ur tears, be your shoulders to cry on - friends do contribute a lot of things in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without LOVE you wouldn't even exist. Its the most important yet complicated in our Life. Love brings family, friends, enemies together. Love brings life to all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Your Beloved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take them as they are. Dont even try to change them as the way you want them to be. You are beautiful, so as he/she. So, the next thing both of you should do is just to keep making ur relationship sweet and fun. By doing so, I guess, there will no heartbreak and tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLs, guess what I ran out of ideas. Shall continue it next time. Tml is school day for me. Oh, NOT to forget, I still need to think of my everynightproblem (what to wear for tml).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I blogged. I scribbled. I talked nonsense. And I think I'll stop here. That's all from tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"˙˙˙˙os noʎ ssıɯ ı 'oƃ noʎ p,ǝɹǝɥʍ"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9222278579944606982-5032827607490289798?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5032827607490289798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=5032827607490289798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5032827607490289798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5032827607490289798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes-finally-another-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-5699221484783087845</id><published>2010-11-15T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:14:50.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY Chhel!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TOFbKC7eQLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Lq0ut0npfP0/s1600/hbchhel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TOFbKC7eQLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Lq0ut0npfP0/s200/hbchhel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539809244785557682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, you're finally 19. And, LOLs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have nothing else to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May All You Wishes come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May Happiness Always be wif ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May GOD bless you wif a lot of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Im wishing you all the BEST for everything; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Family, Relationship, Business, Work, Study, errr, what else??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: Hope our friendship will last - forever after. Love ya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9222278579944606982-5699221484783087845?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5699221484783087845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=5699221484783087845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5699221484783087845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5699221484783087845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-19th-birthday-chhel-well-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TOFbKC7eQLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Lq0ut0npfP0/s72-c/hbchhel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-9131142566425542977</id><published>2010-11-08T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T08:47:32.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was not being properly planned, but it turned to be just a simple and sweet. Yeah, it was a date. Thanks for making my day after a quite hectic one at school. Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-9131142566425542977?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/9131142566425542977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=9131142566425542977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/9131142566425542977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/9131142566425542977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-was-not-being-properly-planned-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-9035615927324932200</id><published>2010-11-01T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:23:10.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its My Sp's Bestfriendforeva's 19th Birthday today. Its 2nd November !!&lt;div&gt;Once again, I wish you Happy Birthday &lt;a href="http://strike-th-pose.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHALINI MENON!&lt;/a&gt; HUGSANDKISSES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Im done with spamming all the birthday wishes on all accounts you have. On facebook, twitter, tumblr, blog, tagbox, msn, skype, email. Hey, dont forget to check out the 19Wishes for ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once Again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Bff!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUGSANDKISSES: Annelis! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-9035615927324932200?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/9035615927324932200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=9035615927324932200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/9035615927324932200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/9035615927324932200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-my-sps-bestfriendforevas-19th.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-7996123323768749233</id><published>2010-08-14T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T08:27:23.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Click Five Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once my eyes met Kyles's that day, I knew it was my LOVE at the FIRST sight. Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....He replied: "I Love You Too.." when I shook his hand and told him that I love him. *in love*&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies were all over me. My world was spinning around. The clock stopped ticking. Ooooh, Im in LOVE. Im in LOVE with KYLE PATRICK. The Click Five's vocalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdYjs-pP5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Fyo65PuNVzI/s1600/love+me..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdYjs-pP5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Fyo65PuNVzI/s200/love+me..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505466439876296594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....He held my hand. Tight. Didn't wanna let it go. Didn't wanna set me free. And I could just smiling while my heart felt like it stop beating. ...and I was calling his name. "KYLE!!" *more to shouting to be honest. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdZnyvFIbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7fF-FS5nqy0/s1600/holding-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdZnyvFIbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7fF-FS5nqy0/s200/holding-hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505467609652732338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And, Kyle knew that I was there; asking him question, and he answered me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Kyle, when did you cut ur hair?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle (busy signing autographs)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kyle, when did you cut ur hair? *yeah,again*&lt;br /&gt;Ethan (nudge Kyle to answer me)&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Oh, I cut it last 2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdbSwiN6SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0Hx4GWdnBss/s1600/kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdbSwiN6SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0Hx4GWdnBss/s200/kyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505469447307913506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gosh, now I knew how I ps The Click Five eversince Sec5.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're the one who just MIA. I miss them too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGddrwkesMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gGdLBD-bsvc/s1600/the-click-five2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGddrwkesMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gGdLBD-bsvc/s200/the-click-five2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505472075837386946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;....Joey came back who was looking like Sylar in the Heroes series. Throughout their performance, he just sat on his drum, and only smiled once or twice. However, I was SO SHOCKED that he smiled BIG-BIG during the autograph session. He looked at me, shook my hand, and asked how am I doing. Of Course I replied "Im FINE." Damn it!! Im not just fine. Im GREAT. I was in my very best feelin' ever dude! and I told him that, "Whoa, u smiling.." Lols! and he just smiled back at me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdhPMjBBHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nSaFEM2c-Gc/s1600/joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdhPMjBBHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nSaFEM2c-Gc/s200/joey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505475983177745522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....When The Click Five was about to leave SCAPE, they were brought to their mini van transport. On the way, once again, KYLE hold my hands. *OOOOH GOSH!, I felt like I wanna faint* Then, I saw Joey who sat next to the window, I waved at him, and he waved me back. *HAPPPYYYY!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, went to The Click Five Showcase@Scape with Shalini, Liyana, Suha and Eqah. Reached Scape at 10 and hunt for the queue. We're relieved to be told that we're among the first 50 to come. While q-ing, met new friends. Tell you what, She's A DIE HARD FAN! She even waited for them at the airport and was wearing TC5 shirt. She got pictures with most of them. Kyle showed *peace* to her camera. God! I hate her. and just now I just knew that she got took picture with Kyle and Joey too.. I HATE HER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While q-ing, I saw Kyle and the rest of TC5 passing by. We're like screaming and shouting. And they're waving at us. That was when the *LOVE* strike my heart. Hohoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they're performing, I was being crazy and shouting and singing and screaming and aaaaaahhhhhh-ing. ClickFive!!!!!!!-ing.. till I lost my voice. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice day. What a nice gateaway from itp. What a nice hangout wif the girls. What a nice day to get to meet them singing, talking. Happy. ...and me and Liyana get to break our fast together at Scape using the voucher they gave us. LOVE YA TC5, LOVE YA GIRLS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdiXFKv29I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VNR3s-hag4Y/s1600/meneqa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdiXFKv29I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VNR3s-hag4Y/s200/meneqa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505477218147490770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdfZnKSByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fqnLeQle61o/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdfZnKSByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fqnLeQle61o/s200/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505473963097196322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;".....Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".....Making sure there's nothing showing on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Something's dying on the inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm still broken but I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you on the flipside..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I quit&lt;br /&gt;My old ways&lt;br /&gt;I quit ignorin' all the things you say&lt;br /&gt;Quit gettin' high&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' out all night&lt;br /&gt;I quit to keep you from lettin' me go&lt;br /&gt;You say it's over, but I'm sayin' no!&lt;br /&gt;I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't givin' you up..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Could have been something&lt;br /&gt;something even nothing&lt;br /&gt;just the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;everybody knows..."&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/9222278579944606982-7996123323768749233?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7996123323768749233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=7996123323768749233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7996123323768749233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7996123323768749233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/08/click-five-madness.html' title='The Click Five Madness'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/TGdYjs-pP5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Fyo65PuNVzI/s72-c/love+me..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-5733093551712788492</id><published>2010-08-01T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:35:18.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenduri Arwah Mama.</title><content type='html'>Well, to be honest this is the first time, i called mama as 'Arwah Mama'. Have not been used to it eversince mama left us (see, im nt using it again..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy since fri night. Went to market (well, market to be precised), shop for things needed. Bought beef, onions, garlics, flour, sauces, cooking oil, salads, tomatoes, cucumbers, eggs, syrup, and well, yeah alot more. and, I bought DVDs too.. The Last Song, Remember Me, Dear John, Niang Rapik, EKLD 2 and Eclipse. :D Btw, The Last Song is a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - more to cleaning the house and preparing stuffs for cooking. Oh yeah! I had durians on Saturday night too.. Love it so much! Slurp! Nyum! Deliciaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, it was actually downpour outside which was such a nice weather to sleep till late afternoon. However, too bad, I need to go market again, hunt for kueh, banana, coconut milk. Oh, I bought 2 tudung yuna. Pink and Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i was a busy bee right after i reached home. Helped here and there. Obviously, Im nt the one who did the cooking. DUHH!! However, I helped for preparing stuffs, cleaning and errr-- dunno wut it calls in english. Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenduri tahlil runs smoothly  - Alhamdulillah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan time, had nice time with cuzs and friends. LOL-ed alot! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now tired and sleepy. And my waist aching like hell. Shoot! Tml is Monday - Shoot again! Lols! So, goodnights! -,-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-5733093551712788492?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5733093551712788492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=5733093551712788492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5733093551712788492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5733093551712788492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/08/kenduri-arwah-mama.html' title='Kenduri Arwah Mama.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-8726634140008735504</id><published>2010-07-29T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:38:28.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHday HuiXuan!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday, is HuiXuan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"HAPPY BIRTHday HuiXuan!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated it at school - FC5.&lt;br /&gt;Met S at Qt, and trained together to SP. I was so HAPPY and EXCITed&lt;br /&gt;to be in SP yesterday after sooooo LONG eversince itp started.&lt;br /&gt;I miss SP so much, I miss Dover so much, I miss FC5, FC3, FC6&lt;br /&gt;and their food too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, soya bean somehow no longer can be find in SP.&lt;br /&gt;sad thing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed only for awhile as i need to rush home to prepare for FTT Test today.&lt;br /&gt;However, still reached almost 11. *eye-rolling*&lt;br /&gt;So much for gg home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, online till dunno what time - fell asleep halfway.&lt;br /&gt;and at 4, dad woke me up, coz he thot its already 6+.&lt;br /&gt;then, i realised my mac still on, with the charger plugged-in too.. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally, FTT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning - everything seems very different; dunno why&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the bus, i was reading the FTT book&lt;br /&gt;and listening to my most loyal company - 987AM JAM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained + Bussed to BBDC,&lt;br /&gt;here, my nerves starting to be unstable ready,&lt;br /&gt;stomach aching, hands super freezing.&lt;br /&gt;called S - tried to chillax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= 10.16 =&lt;br /&gt;made my way to the room.&lt;br /&gt;People already q-ing to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;Showed IC, and got a seat. Pfft~&lt;br /&gt;Stomach still aching..&lt;br /&gt;Hands still freezing,&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats speeding liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= 10:30 =&lt;br /&gt;test started. and with bismillah, i started answering.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so EASY sia.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder they say very easy,LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chey, passed liao then said easy,Hahaha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the ques, 1 by 1,&lt;br /&gt;they are all copy paste from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after going thru;&lt;br /&gt;all those failures,&lt;br /&gt;keep reading,&lt;br /&gt;keep answering,&lt;br /&gt;keep trying even failed 2times,&lt;br /&gt;finally, for the RECORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;i PASSED my FTT!! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wdhell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, till now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks SO much S, coz lending me the book.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate it very much :DD&lt;br /&gt;I belanja u one fine day,ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Causeway Point to buy my MiniToons Candy.&lt;br /&gt;been craving for it since last 2days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= 15:32 =&lt;br /&gt;Blogging&lt;br /&gt;Fb-ing&lt;br /&gt;Twittering&lt;br /&gt;Plurking&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr-ing&lt;br /&gt;Msn-ing&lt;br /&gt;and enjoying my candy in the office.&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/9222278579944606982-8726634140008735504?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8726634140008735504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=8726634140008735504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8726634140008735504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8726634140008735504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-huixuan-yesterday-is_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-1457381915386564763</id><published>2010-07-24T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:13:22.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another sunday comes. and i was supposed to read the FTT book and do all the questions. however, ive no mood to do any of 'em yet. hence, im stucked here - blogging. and i realised that i need to do the laundry, prepare list of clothes to wear and iron the clothes for the rest of next week. pfft~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is sunday means tomorrow is monday. yeah, hell-monday. monday means itp day for the next 5 days. urgh. i want itp to end faster. faster. faster. please. i just hate itp as much as i hate mr.bean drama series, i hate itp as much as i hate bell bottom pants. i hate itp as much as i hate ben stiller. i hate itp as much as i hate batman cartoon. i hate itp as much i hate mint ice-cream. i hate itp as much i hate 'house' drama series. i hate itp as much as i hate to walk to the mrt station under the very bright and sunny day till i sweat like hell. i hate itp as much i hate going to T1 building from T21. i hate itp as much as i hate bean sprouts. i just hate itp. itp sucks! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-1457381915386564763?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1457381915386564763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=1457381915386564763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1457381915386564763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1457381915386564763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-sunday-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-1815963971859966040</id><published>2010-07-24T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:03:14.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant really handle frustration very well. my dream is always so big, my hope is always so high, my expectations always at the maximum level. and i dunno how to control it. its the way i am. but yeah, life will never be the same. tomorrow will never be the same as yesterday. and i need to really learn this. slowly grasp it and make it stuck in my head. so, if i am falling down, i will not be so frustrated then. but, i cant really do it, till now. when im frustrated, or dissapointed, i will easily burst into tears or may get angry just like that. i hate this. seriously. pfft~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so good to have a blog though..&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/9222278579944606982-1815963971859966040?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1815963971859966040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=1815963971859966040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1815963971859966040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1815963971859966040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-really-handle-frustration-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-5300158431739694579</id><published>2010-07-21T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:06:56.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a  World Cup Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it has been 2weeks since World Cup left us. And yeah, I am still proud to be Spain's DIE HARD FAN. Cuz sleeping over, cramped to1 room, slept early, woke up at 2.30 in the morning just to watch Spain's winning the game, continue sleeping and woke up again at 6+ to go work. Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell you wut, there was one day, while continue sleeping back after watching Spain won the match, I dreamt about Spain's team. Haha. It was so real. My sis and me were actually on some kinda fans-meeting-session with the team. People were crazy, screaming out loud and cheering for the team, yeah including me too. Posters of them were everywhere. [Yeah, this was what appear in my dream.] And all of a sudden, Torres pulled me out from the fans side and lemme stood right beside him to take picture. OMG!! How I wish it was all real. My sis was the one who's taking the picture of Torres and me. However, she needed to take it for few times as she was also excited about it. Haha. And, and, and, Torres HUGGED me too...   :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The morning I woke up, I knew that I was kinda late for work. Then, while waiting for the bus, I browsed through my hp to look for 'those pictures' we took in my dream. Then, I realised IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM. I burst into laughter right after that. Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and SPAIN is the 2010 FiFA World Cup Champion. Im happy. We're happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and,and,and just now I was on air on HotFm Am Crew. They asked people to call to talk about who is the person that we never expect to be in our dream. I was in the car on my way to work. I called and lucky me got through. I told them about my Torres dream. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spainiards GFs: Anna Torres, Suha Villa, Eqah Torres, Fara Febregas, Lisa Casillas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till now that is the BEST DREAM ever in my life. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-5300158431739694579?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5300158431739694579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=5300158431739694579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5300158431739694579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5300158431739694579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-world-cup-story.html' title='Its a  World Cup Story.'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-5546378686005121466</id><published>2010-07-20T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:19:53.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Story</title><content type='html'>well, its the 'it' story. dream so much, hope so high, but at the end of the day, naah, nothing. well, it was a long day and traveled a lot, been to few places too. Alone. Lets just hope that one fine day, im gg to have it. And hopefully that 'one fine day' is ard end of July. frustration, disappointment, sad, lols, just mentioned what other downs feeling that i didn't feel ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emotionally = 0. &lt;br /&gt;mood = nil.&lt;br /&gt;heart = broken.&lt;br /&gt;dream = crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;thanks Rachel, Shalini, J and A for being there for me ytd. Thanks alot. :)&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/9222278579944606982-5546378686005121466?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5546378686005121466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=5546378686005121466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5546378686005121466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/5546378686005121466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-story.html' title='Its Story'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-1514840335375319286</id><published>2010-06-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:40:45.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey mom, im nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish u're here,&lt;br /&gt;to wake me up in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and look at me with the smile as ever,&lt;br /&gt;telling me "Hey,my baby girl,u're growing"&lt;br /&gt;with a kiss on forehead and a warm love hug&lt;br /&gt;as always, as you did before all these while,&lt;br /&gt;for the past 18years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all the past,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it will never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;but I won't cry coz I know you'll be sad&lt;br /&gt;and I know you'don't want that,&lt;br /&gt;So I will be smiling,&lt;br /&gt;and never wanna spoil this part&lt;br /&gt;the part of my life when im nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;Hey,its my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh,..Its my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im awake in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on the bed still - lying,&lt;br /&gt;looking up on the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;wishing for the best damn thing,&lt;br /&gt;and realise, I need to stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;and making my way to the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;saying,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, its your birthday.." and Im smiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh,ooh...nananana.. Its my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a white dress,&lt;br /&gt;a lil blusher on and strawberry smell,&lt;br /&gt;Feling fresh, going down to the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;Saw a birthday card with 3 white lilys,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mom, and Im smilling,&lt;br /&gt;Then we're hugging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it was all the past,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it will never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;but I won't cry coz I know you'll be sad&lt;br /&gt;and I know you'don't want that,&lt;br /&gt;So I will be smiling,&lt;br /&gt;and never wanna spoil this part&lt;br /&gt;The part of my life when im nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, its your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, its my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;watching me here and there,&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry,&lt;br /&gt;and I will try to cheer my day,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out wif my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Having dinner wif my love,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it sweet,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna create another day,&lt;br /&gt;another story, one nice memory&lt;br /&gt;Cause - Its my birthday,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nananananana, Its my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a white dress, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lil blusher on and strawberry smell,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling fresh, going down to the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;Saw a birthday card with 3 white lilys,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you sis, and Im smilling,&lt;br /&gt;Then we're hugging...&lt;br /&gt;on my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana ahaahaa.. Its my birthday.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-1514840335375319286?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1514840335375319286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=1514840335375319286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1514840335375319286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1514840335375319286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-my-birthday.html' title='Its My Birthday'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6975142059822881516</id><published>2010-04-07T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:26:35.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOn't Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you forget that I was even alive?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget everything we ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget, did you forget about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you regret ever standing by my side?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget we were feeling inside?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left to forget about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song, you can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess this is where we have to stand&lt;br /&gt;Did you regret ever holding my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Never again, please don't forget, don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all, we were just about to fall&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love, than we were before&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget, I won't forget about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song you can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song, you can't forget it at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last all the pictures have been burned&lt;br /&gt;And all the past is just a lesson that we've learned&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget, please don?t forget us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song but you won't sing along&lt;br /&gt;You've forgotten about us&lt;br /&gt;Don?t forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-6975142059822881516?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6975142059822881516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6975142059822881516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6975142059822881516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6975142059822881516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-forget.html' title='DOn&apos;t Forget'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-2902866846834420004</id><published>2010-04-06T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:13:52.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, tonight he really made me upset.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my very best to help him,&lt;br /&gt;I tried my very best to be really patient to him,&lt;br /&gt;However, he just simply blew it all away.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont want him to feel that when Mama is gone,&lt;br /&gt;No one is gonna look after him.&lt;br /&gt;No one gonna be at his side,&lt;br /&gt;I will. Yeah, I will be right by ur side, lil bro.&lt;br /&gt;But, you never see that.&lt;br /&gt;Complains! That's the only thing you know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you just broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I was just trying to help you.&lt;br /&gt;What's so wrong about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I thought its gonna be easy.&lt;br /&gt;However, it is so not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna be easy.&lt;br /&gt;For me. For him. For the rest too.&lt;br /&gt;And too bad for me, you're still 12,&lt;br /&gt;yet dunno how Im gg to tell you all these things,&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how Im gg to tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you know.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down my heart - I Love you, lil bro!&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know that?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even realise that?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even notice that?&lt;br /&gt;Do You?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expect a "thanks" from u,&lt;br /&gt;I never ask for anything,&lt;br /&gt;Its enough for me if u can just obey it.&lt;br /&gt;For God sake, they are all for ur own good!&lt;br /&gt;Ergh! You will never understands me, wont u?&lt;br /&gt;Pfft!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-2902866846834420004?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2902866846834420004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=2902866846834420004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2902866846834420004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2902866846834420004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-tonight-he-really-made-me-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-8188036786287351806</id><published>2010-03-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:07:38.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Friend of mine asked:&lt;br /&gt;What's up with Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied:&lt;br /&gt;Well, Love brings thousands of meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love creates:&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Bitches&lt;br /&gt;Angels&lt;br /&gt;Lovers&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;Drunkards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love breaks HEARTs,&lt;br /&gt;Love cherish HEARTs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love KILLs:&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Love also brings:&lt;br /&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;Smiles&lt;br /&gt;JEALOUSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings Enemy-Friends-Besties-Families TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........LOVE BRINGS life to ALL.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-8188036786287351806?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8188036786287351806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=8188036786287351806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8188036786287351806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8188036786287351806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-of-mine-asked-whats-up-with-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4594447629786527290</id><published>2010-03-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:08:34.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Hi ReaDers!!&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday - Late Monday actually,&lt;br /&gt;(gonna be Tuesday in abt 1hr more)..&lt;br /&gt;Its 15 days passed - Ive moved on,&lt;br /&gt;We've moved on..&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she is still in my very best memory.&lt;br /&gt;Missing her, Missing her hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was supposed to go to some FYP showcase wif S in school,&lt;br /&gt;but fell sick - flu.Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;Sis came in e morning, went to 'visit' mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Al-Fatihah to you, Mama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLU = SNEEZING all the Day..&lt;br /&gt;Hachuum! Hachuum! Pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(God bless me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night = No fav story/drama&lt;br /&gt;So, TV is BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml planned to go out wif Ecah,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch the EKLD2.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I was supposed to watch it,&lt;br /&gt;however, it is &lt;s&gt;FULLY booked!&lt;/s&gt; ZZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's sums up everything.&lt;br /&gt;(Almost everyday my routines are almost e same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Last BUT not LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;FAV Song of tonight: Lewat Semesta By Randi Pangalila&lt;br /&gt;Can go to the link below to listen for it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1C3UNQUB8iI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-4594447629786527290?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4594447629786527290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4594447629786527290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4594447629786527290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4594447629786527290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-hi-readers-today-is-monday-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6209816360702331752</id><published>2010-03-15T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:57:14.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, she's nt anywhere near,&lt;br /&gt;She's no longer here..&lt;br /&gt;She's gone forever,.&lt;br /&gt;Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe I cant cry all night,&lt;br /&gt;I realise this can make her sad,&lt;br /&gt;But, mama, I miss u.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for e LOVE u gave all this while,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE u Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-6209816360702331752?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6209816360702331752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6209816360702331752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6209816360702331752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6209816360702331752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-shes-nt-anywhere-near-shes-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4199050450790211026</id><published>2010-03-04T05:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:06:39.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bila dia rindu dia&lt;br /&gt;She sings the song.&lt;br /&gt;Bila dia ingat dia&lt;br /&gt;He hums the melody.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi día dan día - friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;Teman Tapi Mesra ?&lt;br /&gt;Entah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time comes - they're lovers.&lt;br /&gt;Another day pass  - Kau, kau. Aku, aku.&lt;br /&gt;Mana satu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love u" Tak pernah ada.&lt;br /&gt;"I miss u" Selalu.&lt;br /&gt;"I like u" Pernah. Dari dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, still - nothing has change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cares,&lt;br /&gt;He cares,&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, susah sangat nak menyatu.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Im your guardian angel"&lt;br /&gt;She said "You belong with me"&lt;br /&gt;The guy and that girl said "Emm…watcha say.."&lt;br /&gt;Silent. Dua-dua sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he cares,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he's there,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he puff to dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang girl tu tunggu,&lt;br /&gt;kadang-kadang girl tu tak kesah,&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang girl tu rindu,&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang girl tu, ehm&lt;br /&gt;"Bolayanlah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-4199050450790211026?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4199050450790211026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4199050450790211026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4199050450790211026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4199050450790211026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/bila-dia-rindu-dia-she-sings-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-7295058673416926315</id><published>2010-03-02T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:47:17.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenapa aku garang sangat,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa aku cepat marah,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa aku cepat naik angin,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa aku cepat baran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal,&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlas hati ini nak mengajar,&lt;br /&gt;ikhlas hati ini nak menolong,&lt;br /&gt;tak pernah terlintas nak menghina,&lt;br /&gt;tak pernah terpikir nak marah-marah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduss! Aku stress ker?&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-7295058673416926315?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7295058673416926315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=7295058673416926315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7295058673416926315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7295058673416926315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/kenapa-aku-garang-sangat-kenapa-aku.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4815082264635986991</id><published>2010-03-02T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T06:11:26.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the End of Year 2,&lt;br /&gt;Means, welcome to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;holidays&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Which also means Welcome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;'boring-days'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally have no idea wut else to do,&lt;br /&gt;1. Working - absolutely not the best idea,&lt;br /&gt;neither 2. Shopping does it,&lt;br /&gt;3. Blogging - Ehm, guess so. Who else I wanna talk to rite?&lt;br /&gt;4. Msning - Gotta wait for anybody online to entertain me&lt;br /&gt;5. Fbing - Pfft! Bored and Sian of fb&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;Sleep and Eat&lt;/s&gt; - Not Good for health&lt;br /&gt;7. Watching movie - Uhm, gotta wait for anyone that wants to go wif me&lt;br /&gt;and also movie to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORED TO DEATH!&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORED TO DEATH&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORED TO DEAT&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORED TO DEA&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORED TO DE&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORED TO D&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORED TO&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORED T&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORED&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BORE&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BOR&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am BO&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am B&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I am&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I a&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY I&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALLY&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIALL&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIAL&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICIA&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFICI&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFIC&lt;br /&gt;So, OFFI&lt;br /&gt;So, OFF&lt;br /&gt;So, OF&lt;br /&gt;So, O&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-4815082264635986991?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4815082264635986991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4815082264635986991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4815082264635986991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4815082264635986991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-to-end-of-year-2-means-welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-2046286417894616483</id><published>2010-02-26T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:34:06.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, shes gg out.&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever think of giving any help,&lt;br /&gt;can even still gg out wif frens - out to town! Right..&lt;br /&gt;Thanx sis for ur &lt;s&gt;HELP&lt;/s&gt;. Appreciate it - alot!&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I dunno wut shes thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Wait, No, She will never thinks! Oops!&lt;br /&gt;Do wuteva u wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna care abt u anymore,&lt;br /&gt;U think u big enuf to decide wut u think is good for u,&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, go ahead..&lt;br /&gt;Have it at ur own way..&lt;br /&gt;Thanx lil sis for e &lt;s&gt;RESPECT&lt;/s&gt; that u've shown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-2046286417894616483?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2046286417894616483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=2046286417894616483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2046286417894616483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2046286417894616483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/02/right-shes-gg-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6541570581559591758</id><published>2010-02-26T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:12:31.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going somewhere - alone,&lt;br /&gt;where I can shout all out,&lt;br /&gt;cry all out,&lt;br /&gt;scream as loud as I wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;stress? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I even dunno wut Ive been blabering abt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-6541570581559591758?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6541570581559591758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6541570581559591758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6541570581559591758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6541570581559591758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/02/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh-i-feel-like-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4301492794505472389</id><published>2010-02-26T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:06:05.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, felt all alone after all this happened,&lt;br /&gt;missing my 2 besties - but they seem to have new ones,..&lt;br /&gt;nt them to be blame also,&lt;br /&gt;ive no time wif em anymore wut,&lt;br /&gt;moved back to parents' hse,&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, drift myself further from 'em..&lt;br /&gt;well, wut to do..&lt;br /&gt;Its wut we called 'fate'..&lt;br /&gt;will 'stucked' here for e whole holiday, I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to be strong enuf to get thru all these,&lt;br /&gt;Pray - God will always be at my side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-4301492794505472389?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4301492794505472389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4301492794505472389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4301492794505472389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4301492794505472389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-felt-all-alone-after-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-8621159792488836720</id><published>2010-02-20T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:22:53.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, its holiday to me now..&lt;br /&gt;However, still have 2 more papers to go,&lt;br /&gt;and still have notes to copy and study,&lt;br /&gt;ehm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-8621159792488836720?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8621159792488836720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=8621159792488836720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8621159792488836720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8621159792488836720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-its-holiday-to-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-3890760966409942952</id><published>2010-01-21T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:24:53.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, well, well,&lt;br /&gt;its the end of e 3rd week of term2 sem2,&lt;br /&gt;and a few more weeks to go , and it hits e end of this yr.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, been rushing thru all e assignments,&lt;br /&gt;ecm findings, hotm-no-idea, mprg codings, sapp codings also,&lt;br /&gt;drama practice and props making and finding..&lt;br /&gt;and, its a long week for me..&lt;br /&gt;been ttsh for a few days,&lt;br /&gt;mama had been admitted,&lt;br /&gt;helped her apply for msw funds,&lt;br /&gt;left her ic there (wut the hell??!!)&lt;br /&gt;and tml gonna be friday,&lt;br /&gt;gotta stayback in school for drama ,&lt;br /&gt;and i think i most probably will be late for it,&lt;br /&gt;mprg 1st! drama later uh, gems only..&lt;br /&gt;cny coming..&lt;br /&gt;means hols comin' too..&lt;br /&gt;and they're al planning for a holiday,&lt;br /&gt;and mst week right away after the long weekends..&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, 8 feb - all assignments must be submitted&lt;br /&gt;and next - time to concentrate on notes..&lt;br /&gt;ecm - noes nothing&lt;br /&gt;hotm - catch no balls&lt;br /&gt;sapp - need to memorise all the codes, its written test - open book&lt;br /&gt;sdt - must memorise all e diagrams&lt;br /&gt;mprg - no exams, phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-3890760966409942952?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3890760966409942952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=3890760966409942952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3890760966409942952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3890760966409942952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-well-well-its-end-of-e-3rd-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-8387355828331797665</id><published>2010-01-07T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:26:06.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, got hooked up wif assignments back,&lt;br /&gt;SAPP - almost done, SDT - juz need to alter here n there abit,&lt;br /&gt;ECM presentations - done, but e 2nd one comin'&lt;br /&gt;same goes to HOTM and MPRG..&lt;br /&gt; Scored well in MPRG test and assignments - woots!!&lt;br /&gt;and happy now,.. oo-Lalala.. Hehehe&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/9222278579944606982-8387355828331797665?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8387355828331797665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=8387355828331797665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8387355828331797665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8387355828331797665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-got-hooked-up-wif-assignments-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6377986926783031638</id><published>2009-12-31T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:43:20.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG!! I never feel this,&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to stay home so much,&lt;br /&gt;I never feel so draggy of going school,&lt;br /&gt;I never feel so lazy to do homeworks,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry frens which is in my group,&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry coz I never really give in effort,&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry coz I never really coorperate during holidays,&lt;br /&gt;However, please lemme put all these back again,&lt;br /&gt;Lemme amend everyhing,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will do well in my parts,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will coorperate well after this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope when school reopen,&lt;br /&gt;My heart will back to assignments, homeworks, projects and presentations again..&lt;br /&gt;Haizh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-6377986926783031638?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-3380575449148415706</id><published>2009-12-29T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T06:41:39.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kenapa bila hati dah ada pengganti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kisah lalu terbuka kembali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kenapa dia dan dia mesti bertemu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kenapa kisah kini dan cerita dahulu perlu jadi satu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kenapa perlu gadis itu memilih antara dua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kenapa harus terbit cinta untuk dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Bagaimana kasih untuk yang baru,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-ana-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kenapa ada dua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kerna ada dua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;kita berhak pilih yang satu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kerna ada dua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;kita belajar tahu siapa yang benar-benar perlu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kerna ada dua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;maka aku kamu betul-betul menyatu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;-Miss NHNH-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sukarnya pilihan bila kisah dahulu begitu bahagia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Payahnya hati membuat ketentuan bila cinta kini terlalu sempurna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Siapa dia dihati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kenapa masih ada keliru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Siapa perlu dicintai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Siapa pula perlu dikasihi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kasih seorang teman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cinta seorang kekasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-ana-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-3380575449148415706?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3380575449148415706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I update my blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to S: haha, yeah I updated my blog last monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to Chel: Sometimes, I feel down, Sometimes, not.. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I off to Genting on Tuesday Morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before that sent mama to some traditional treatment (*cough + wink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather there was quite bad, raining all the way ..&lt;br /&gt;So, it IS FREAKING COLD!!! and i got to wear all very thick clothes,.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I love dressing up..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2nd day, me n family go spammed all the outdoor rides,&lt;br /&gt;it WAS FUN, and fun and FUN!! Haha.. Sis, I still cant believe u ride the Corkscrew and flying coster with us sia.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** Pictures to be uploaded in fb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all for now,&lt;br /&gt;tml gotta wake up at 4.30 to go work,&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, long time redy never go work,.&lt;br /&gt;felt a lil bit of guilty, but Study First, wut to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Monday: MPRG Practical Test,&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: SDT and Drama Test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next thing is HOLIDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Poly LIfe!!! Hols, hols, and hols..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. (wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**Thinking of wuts gonna be my Song of d'Nite&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/9222278579944606982-2753822119481866361?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2753822119481866361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=2753822119481866361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2753822119481866361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/2753822119481866361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-i-update-my-blog-to-s-haha-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-3847417278257524759</id><published>2009-11-30T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:47:25.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ehm, Im off to somewhere tonight,&lt;div&gt;but still waiting for him to appear online,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to atleast say a goodbye, ask me to take care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before I go,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ehm, I dunno why am I still waiting for him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, he cares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, he says he miss me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, he is just 'puff' to dunno where,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, he is there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehm, haiz, I guess I will just need to go half-hearted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is another half?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Puff' to dunno where..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-3847417278257524759?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3847417278257524759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=3847417278257524759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3847417278257524759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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However, due to classrooms are still under renovation, almost all my classes have been cancelled! Well, its a good news, and also a bad news in terms of later, i have to attend make-up class for all those cancelled..&lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My this sem Gems which is the last is Drama Aprreciation. At first, it does sounds very boring, however, the lecturer, Simon, has made it so FUN. The class is all about acting and having fun and expressing our thoughts on on-the-spot acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more Thing, I think, this sem I will be super busy, I helping out in the LAN Gaming event, SP Fiesta, and I hope that' all.. No more CCA, I scared I have to ponn so many classes, even though I will get LOA for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats all for now, nothing to talk about. and Shalini, Im gg to KILL YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-3162717961864166110?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3162717961864166110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=3162717961864166110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3162717961864166110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3162717961864166110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/10/heyblog-and-bloghoppers-blogreaders-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6300094303060602607</id><published>2009-09-28T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:08:11.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! AtLast! Finally! Changed My blogskin.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;But its not my own design, took from blogskins.com as usual,&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, at least got changes on my blog, and got twitter updates, facebook corner maybe got some problem with my fb, gotta check it out later..&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, gonna blog again soon,..&lt;br /&gt;How soon is my soon, I have no idea.. hehe (wink)&lt;br /&gt;Bye, c ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo - schye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-6300094303060602607?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6300094303060602607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6300094303060602607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6300094303060602607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6300094303060602607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-atlast-finally-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-4551239481012895416</id><published>2009-08-19T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:29:47.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Why must now? I wanna study luh,..&lt;br /&gt;Why everytime like this??! Everytime I have to study for exams e next day, I have no mood!! And some more the test is at bloody 9 tml. My brain havent takes any important notes yet! Argh!!!! Stress!! ANNELIS!!! Stop all this nonsense!! GO concentrate on ur IHOT revision!!! If cant make it till late night, tml must wake up early to cont revising e notes..&lt;br /&gt;Relax, cool! Take it easy.. Breath in, breath out.. Close ur eyes for awhile.. Rmb, tml u have IHOT theory test! Its a close book exams! Start now!&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/9222278579944606982-4551239481012895416?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4551239481012895416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=4551239481012895416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4551239481012895416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/4551239481012895416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-must-now-i-wanna-study-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-7046272868852339344</id><published>2009-08-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:18:03.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is SO BELATED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-7046272868852339344?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7046272868852339344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=7046272868852339344' 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wrong, what made you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend you don't know&lt;br /&gt;This is me I'm unchangable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did we fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Or did you lie from the start&lt;br /&gt;When you said, it's only you&lt;br /&gt;I was blind, such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told what's done is done&lt;br /&gt;To let it go and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I know that's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in time, stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;We were still untouchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head now&lt;br /&gt;Because we're much better altogether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... made me unbeautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-7268750798316153173?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7268750798316153173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Don't hang up, can't we talk&lt;br /&gt;So confused it's like I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong, what made you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend you don't know&lt;br /&gt;This is me I'm unchangable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did we fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Or did you lie from the start&lt;br /&gt;When you said, it's only you&lt;br /&gt;I was blind, such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told what's done is done&lt;br /&gt;To let it go and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I know that's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in time, stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;We were still untouchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head now&lt;br /&gt;Because we're much better altogether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... made me unbeautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-7111783158607842058?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7111783158607842058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=7111783158607842058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7111783158607842058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/7111783158607842058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/08/unbeautiful.html' title='Unbeautiful'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-3597538961142674279</id><published>2009-07-29T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:09:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JSPG!&lt;br /&gt;You really drive me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Make me stare at the screen for so long,&lt;br /&gt;solve no error - stay at school till so long!&lt;br /&gt;Im tired! Im sick of Java Codes!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-3597538961142674279?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3597538961142674279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=3597538961142674279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3597538961142674279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/3597538961142674279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/jspg-you-really-drive-me-crazy-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-1408177872367407018</id><published>2009-07-22T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:40:43.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,&lt;br /&gt;But now, you only stop by every once and a while,&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-1408177872367407018?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1408177872367407018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=1408177872367407018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1408177872367407018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/1408177872367407018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/whered-you-go-i-miss-you-so-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-9209571565667772677</id><published>2009-07-22T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:29:48.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haish!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to write something tonight, but it just that my mind cant really work well enough at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel right - my heart is worrying abt something, something that I do not know wth is that. Arhg!!!! I want go holiday, I wan go somewhere - far, far, away from all these assignments, problems, situations that making such a worry to me, myself and my mind! I hate feeling like this.. I  HATE this FEELing!! I want do assignments - however, they seem feakingly alot and complicated to me for tonight. Oh ya, I dunno why and how can he be in my dream last night - I guessed I miss him..as a friend - a friend whom that I can talk to, a shoulder to cry on..&lt;br /&gt;haish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-9209571565667772677?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/9209571565667772677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=9209571565667772677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/9209571565667772677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/9209571565667772677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/haish-i-want-to-write-something-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-8777261281358559087</id><published>2009-07-19T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:15:45.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phew! Its been ages since my last post,&lt;br /&gt;which was in June - my birthday party..&lt;br /&gt;So, days been pretty messed up,&lt;br /&gt;Mama still in kkh,&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are still rushing me,&lt;br /&gt;home-school-kkh-home..(its tiring!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is freaking messy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my clothes are everywhere(oops! paiseh le)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not really everywhere - just the side of my room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, finally, deui assignment2-part1 handed in..&lt;br /&gt;so, hope to score well,&lt;br /&gt;1 ass down - 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;haish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-8777261281358559087?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8777261281358559087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=8777261281358559087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8777261281358559087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/8777261281358559087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back.html' title='Im back!'/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6879605564660779452</id><published>2009-06-16T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:14:14.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/Sje2MJml4HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t1bc1N6h9-g/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/Sje2MJml4HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t1bc1N6h9-g/s200/Picture+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347943402378223730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/Sje2L7vMUgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gzueRGtnyS4/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/Sje2L7vMUgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gzueRGtnyS4/s200/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347943398656201218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/Sje2LvSMnkI/AAAAAAAAANs/kUPO5PP4bBQ/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/Sje2LvSMnkI/AAAAAAAAANs/kUPO5PP4bBQ/s200/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347943395313360450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/Sje2LKdB5CI/AAAAAAAAANk/FruqDzeauv8/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/Sje2LKdB5CI/AAAAAAAAANk/FruqDzeauv8/s200/Picture+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347943385426682914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more, very lazy to upadate..juz took e pic before it started, coz afteer dat, my hair so lousy redy, and e pic not nice..Huhu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-6879605564660779452?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6879605564660779452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6879605564660779452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6879605564660779452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6879605564660779452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-party-and-many-more-very-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/Sje2MJml4HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t1bc1N6h9-g/s72-c/Picture+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222278579944606982.post-6941509795454330882</id><published>2008-10-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:55:47.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hari Raya eve,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at my parents' house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help mama cook lil bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clean the house,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watch Sinar lebaran,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a Must!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliff aziz, u r so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st day of Hari Raya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so fun..Morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still at my parents house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after go pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and makan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, we took some pics of family,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year, the colour is - B.L.U.E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64RQNR0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Hrqmveywsbc/s1600-h/02-01-05_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252598910031841090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64RQNR0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Hrqmveywsbc/s200/02-01-05_0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64kVzGNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N5tiK5XR10s/s1600-h/02-01-05_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252598915155564754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64kVzGNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N5tiK5XR10s/s200/02-01-05_0946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rushing to my aunt house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where we r all supposed to meet gather there,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makan again, ( that was normal thing on hari raya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makan-makan-and-makan again-and-again-and-again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meet all the cousins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64Wl0BdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/T2woFL20wOM/s1600-h/02-01-05_0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252598911464637906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="125" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64Wl0BdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/T2woFL20wOM/s200/02-01-05_0919.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64k0rp-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jNLnLb6si9s/s1600-h/02-01-05_0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252598915285100514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64k0rp-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jNLnLb6si9s/s200/02-01-05_0935.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64kBx7BI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OiiNX7bBXDw/s1600-h/02-01-05_0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64kBx7BI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OiiNX7bBXDw/s1600-h/02-01-05_0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252598915071601682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="129" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64kBx7BI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OiiNX7bBXDw/s200/02-01-05_0937.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as usual, collecting 'green packet'&lt;br /&gt;as wut my fren called,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd day Raya,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as Im nt schooling anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i got the chance to go raya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not like my cuzs,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, went to my sis house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;early in the morning,.( it was freaking early,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visit my aunt's house at hougang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, after that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go home,and now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mother went back johor liao,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad eh,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its ok,. :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS YEAR RAYA IS TOTALLY A NEW EXPERIENCE FOR ME..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222278579944606982-6941509795454330882?l=7teensweetanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6941509795454330882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222278579944606982&amp;postID=6941509795454330882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6941509795454330882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222278579944606982/posts/default/6941509795454330882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7teensweetanne.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Nur'ain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VckK8LjfKdk/SOT64RQNR0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Hrqmveywsbc/s72-c/02-01-05_0640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
