tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88989585499898397212024-02-18T21:41:08.066-08:00InfiniteANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-33085972182280664602012-02-17T23:26:00.000-08:002012-02-17T23:27:09.184-08:00WHEN I DIE TOMORROW, PLEASE SPEND A MINUTE OF YOUR TIME BY CHECKING OUT MY TUMBLR. I JOKING. OK BYE<br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000;">http://anissyahirararah.tumblr.com/</div>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-25678326968916835772012-02-17T22:50:00.000-08:002012-02-17T22:52:09.492-08:00<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Hey ching chong wing wong, shake your king kong ding dong~ </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am finally back to rock and roll my blog, you mofo. So how's life? Is everything alright, I'm pretty sure you're fine. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anyway, 2012 has been great, so far so good. Hmph I'm super glad I've got into 4 Cengal with my girlfriends and boyfriends, yayza! </span>Sitting beside this pretty little thing, Aziza. One thing I wanna tell you, being form 4's sucks. I tell you. We learn something ridiculous and I can't take it at all. Everyday I learn ugly numbers which is we called it as add math. And two middle fingers for Physics. Insyaallah I will try my best in first term. But oh-well, I need to buckle up a lot, and catch-up with a few subjects since I didn't get a thing what I've learned in class. I'm serious, I wasn't paying my attention in class heheh we got bad ass here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Got a post as assistant camp commander for girl guides' 2012. And another post as commander for marching team for sports day. I love Girl Guides for giving me these opportunities and put a trust on me. Insyaallah I won't let you down, seniors.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Planning to celebrate my double bitter sweet sour 16 with my absolutely beautiful little thug, Ainaa! Don't know where and what time, because we still need to discuss. Anyway, I can't wait any longer because my last time I celebrate my birthday when I was 12, huish long time ago y'know y'know. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Arigato gozaimasu.</span>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-41662443089804269422011-11-29T00:51:00.000-08:002012-02-17T22:53:55.609-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Ya Allah, seriously I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me? I feel like dying for something. But I don't know what it is. And I don't wish to die, because I don't want to. I believe in myself that I could fight with this unwanted feeling. Anyway, I just had to stop loving guys. I mean, fall in love is easy but to forget is really hard. Believe me, I've been <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke;">through all this shits. Allah creates His creatures with feelings & loving each other. I know its lovely but its painful though. I'm speechless. I don't want to break my fragile feeling anymore. I had enough. After all I've been through, I just made a decision, I don't want to fall in love. But maybe someday. Someday I'll find someone who definitely I'll marry him. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">A guy who can be my shoulder to cry. A guy who never fails to make me smile and laugh. A guy who I can be myself with. A guy who accepts me just the way I am. And maybe it's not the time for me to think about all this. I'd still have to sit for a major exam then college level. Yeah I'm a person who can't stick in one decision. So I really really hope, I could stay with this decision :-)</span></span>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-41068499813773449952011-11-29T00:14:00.000-08:002012-02-17T22:55:07.907-08:00<span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">SELAMA is a definition of forever and ever and eva. So, my friends and I created this name based on our first letter in our names. S for Syahana. E for Elysa. L for Lutfi. A for Anis. M for Mustaqim. A for Arman. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love this auntie elysa. & I can't wait any longer to see her in this dec. yay!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Those monkeys never fail to put a smile on my face.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I love surprises. I love presents. I love hugs. I love my friends. I love wishes. I love my family. I love foods. I love spending time with the loved ones. I wish all these on my birthday date next year. I swear, I can’t contain myself with the excitement. I can’t even ask more. This is so perfect to me if it comes true. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Okay if you realize all my posts are about my crushes, friends and studies. Nothing else. This is because I write based what were am I thinking of. I’m truly sorry if you hate my blog, so just leave this page. Easy as shit, isn’t it. <br />
My friends are my soul. Without them, I feel pretty empty. The reason why I always come to school is because of my friends. I love meeting them in every single day. Even though we always pick a fight or snap each other but at last we’ll try our best to fix our relationship. A true friend is always back-up you for no matter what. A real friend is always keep their promises. I’m here telling you, I feel very lucky to have my friends by my side. Loving them till heaven :-) <br />
My crushes? Ah ignore it. I don’t like to have this feeling either. You know the feeling loving guys, is pretty hard. So many ‘what if’. Okay what if they just want to play with your heart. What if he wants to prove it to people that he could get you. What if he cheated on you. What if he wants to be with you just for granted. What if one day he left you just for another girl. Oh the pain. And no wonder la I’ve never had a boyfriend until now. I’m too scared to get hurt. I’m too scared to take a risk. I’m too scared to go along with all these. WHY?! Because I’ve no guts to do so. I don’t care whatsoever people want to say about me as well. Because I’m still waiting for miracle to happen. I don’t want to be so rushy about this. Bukan nak naik pelamin lagi pun. You know having boyfriends in secondary stage is just for the beginning. The beginning how to feel the pain, broken-hearted and whatnot. That’s what my mum says. Feel the pain now, before you’re getting married. Okay too much love scene here. Not good for teenagers like us. <br />
I’m so sleepy head right now. Sorry if I rarely update my blog, lagipun I update my blog when I feel super free, like nothing to do at all. It’s kind of lame la my blog. So boo-ish. Go read farina’s blog, so nice. And she always updates her blog all the time. Trust me, gaiz C:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Good night and Assalamualaikum</span></div>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-75220217884803986912011-11-04T08:11:00.000-07:002012-02-17T22:57:08.252-08:00<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Why is it so hard to forget our first love? I thought I could erase him in my mind. I thought he’s dead. Dead in my soul. Dead in my brain. I hate to say this. But well, I don’t think I can do it. I meant, forget him. Susah. I’m not a person who easily love guys in a serious way. I like so many guys before. Like and love have a very different meaning. One more thing, I’m totally scared to tell about this to my friends, but I loved to express everything in my blog. No-one reads my blog either. I like $&#!. But, I love someone else. 2 person at the same time. Okay, seriously how to tell you? I’d still have a feeling towards my old crush, but out of blue, my feeling is trying to play around. I hate this second guy sometimes, literally not really hate la but at the same time I can feel I care for him and I love...him. I have no ideas. It’s hard for me to describe this feeling. Susah. Only Allah knows. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sometimes, I had a feeling he hates me. Sometimes, I had a feeling he likes me. And sometimes I had a feeling he just want to play around. My fragile heart couldn’t describe this freaking feelings well. I’m just 15, I have no balls to make a decision by myself. I will ask opinions from my friends before I make these decisions. They are helpful much, I suppose. That’s one of my reasons I loved them, especially the people I trust the most; Aziza, Farah, Farina and Syahana. Because they are always be there for me. Aziza, a person I could tell almost all my secrets. Farah, she will try her best to give opinions to solve my problems. Farina, never fails to put a smile on my face and try to cheer me up. Syahana, she loves to solve my problems. She also loves to prove it to me something I don’t know. Alhamdullilah, I’ve blessed with these people in my life. I really really really want my relationship between my friends and I are stay forever till death. So, the guy I meant is the person I liked. He has almost all the characteristics I’ve wanted. Pious, nice, good-looking, taller than me, smarter than me, loyal, be honest and can be my punching bag (err no, we haven’t talked that much yet, so no way for me to punch him) . That’s all, I guess. But sometimes, I had a feeling he just wants to prove to people he could gets all girls in this world. I don’t know why the fuck am I thinking like this :s Okay, whatever I say right now is actually fucked up. Berjiwang jap ^^ K. </span>Bye. </span></div>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-61558402580559399332011-10-28T23:03:00.000-07:002012-02-17T22:57:26.667-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><img height="400" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/64451_159431067419687_100000583842626_397395_756841_a.jpg" width="266" /></span><br />
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</span></span>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-64937470056045043392011-10-21T21:55:00.000-07:002012-02-17T22:57:43.404-08:00<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Hello my lovely readers,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">This week has been great, I guess. Excluding the part which I found out one of my friends was talking bad about me. Uh I’m tired with all this shits. Shits happen in my life. Every second Allah is testing me with a really hard obstacle life. My best- girl shows me her conversation with this girl, and this girl was saying she hates my attitude these days. And, she says I anti-asrama students. Excuse me, I don’t hate ALL of them. Just some of them who always treat me like a fucking bitch. I’m okay with them if they are okay with me. I mean, c’mon my attitude based on how you treat me. If you being nice to me, I will be nice to you. But if you do hate me, I will do the same thing. Please, I have a fucking life to live. I don’t easily hate people or jeling like you say. And, I don’t ditched Amirah on Puan Hajah Norsham’s retirement day just because I wanted to hang out with Anis Nabilah. Amirah doesn’t want to hang out with Nabilah because she was shy. Plus it was my opportunity to fix my relationship with Anis Nabilah. I meet her a few times this year. So please, I begging you just shut the fuck up if you don’t even know a single thing about this. I thought you are one of my best friends. I don’t say it’s wrong but well, you broke my trustworthy towards you. You backup my enemy than me. You scold me when I tell you the right things. You say things about me which is unreal. You’re talking about me behind my back. I felt very sad when you made a video about me just because you wanted to help this desperate guy. Not once, but twice. What is this?! Is this what we called friends. I tried my best to be a good friend to you, but this is what you do to me. I’m not going to say a word to you from now onwards. It hurts. I’d rather keep quiet, let them out on my blog. I just want to know; why you hate me that fucking much? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">How’s life? It has been awhile since my last post right. Ok, I was so super busy with my PMR preparation. Alhamdullilah PMR is over and I’m satisfied with my papers excluding agama and history. I feel like turn back the time so I could do it once again, I want to fix whatever I’ve done towards my papers. Oh god. I want miracles, please. So welcome to my sad life story.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I feel so empty, lifeless, loving someone who will not love me back, unwanted, useless and etc. Fuck yes, I am falling in love with some new guy. Mhm, I realised I’m such a jerk to someone. But what can I do? This is what we called love, love is blind, selfish and pain. He’s being nice to me these days. So I could not get him “chow” from my mind. Anyway, this guy loves other girl. I guess. But she looks so much prettier than I am. More gorgeous, pretty, fashionable, matured, and she’s famous fo’ sho’. Jealous. Dugaan selalu berada di sekeliling pinggangku. You know, the feeling whenever your crush getting closer to you is like heaven. Ahhhh. I wish I could talk to you every single day. I wish.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">On last Monday, I had a barbeque party at Ekhmal’s. It was absolutely awesome because I managed to see my buddies. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">And heck yes, they are super awesome. I’m so lucky to have them in my whole entire life :) No regrets just love. Ok, I want to tell you some story mory. It is about Aziza, my girlfriend and my new buddy from TTDI, Ikram. Oh fck yes they look triple sweet! They aren’t together but they could make a good match. Whenever you read this Aziza / Ikram, I would like to say a few words : Oh stop denying it like you have no feelings towards him or her. Allah knows if you lie to me. *pedo face*</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Enough about their love scene. Now back to my life, I was stressed out about my life a few days ago. I am uber lucky to have my bro in my life. So, I shared about my sad life story to my bro, Lutfi. I was chatting with him on facebook chat and I was letting everything out, as usual he cheered me up. And he gave me this song “Disaat Ku Mencintaimu” by Dadali Band. This song currently my second favourite song. Yes, I love him as a best friend, brother and rempit partner. I loved share all my secrets to him. I feel comfortable whenever I talk to him. Yes, I admit I can not accept the fact that he is leaving us next year. No more annoying jokes from him, this is so sad. Don’t leave us, please. So people, stop creating unreal story between him and me. Nothing is going on between us except best friends. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I hate the feelings when ;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><span style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> - </span>Your own friends who backstab behind you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Yes, this is what I feel right now. I feel like a few of my friends hate, dislike or whatsoever related to hatred me. I can see a friend of mine is trying to backstab behind me. I could see what are you trying to do, woman. I’m watching you out right now. Beware. ( isn’t it sound creepy ) lulz.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">-Your crush loves someone else.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Oh god, I hate this feeling to the maximum. It feels like a glass broke into pieces. I don’t know how to describe this feeling but it hurts. I wish I wasn’t a human, because I don’t want to feel these feelings. Screw it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">-I have no super powers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Hah don’t you feel great when you have a super power; like you can read people’s mind or being invisible or even pause the time. *laughs. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Ok, I feel bored staying at home and do nothing. Can you imagine, when you were planning what to do after PMR, you wish you could follow the schedule you made, but it is just an epic fail. I want to go sleep over with my girlfriends or hang out with buddies. Plus, my mum does not let us, go online during weekdays. You, tell me what to do other than watching this big box. Haihh, I hope you can imagine how sad is my life? <span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Ok, this is too much Anis. You’d better go tweet now. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Good bye readers. Forever love you for reading my dying blog. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">P/s ; Ok, I have two piercings on my right ear. Whopededododo finally! K.</span></span></div>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-58645918829436496562011-08-06T22:44:00.000-07:002012-02-17T22:58:29.555-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">Hello! I haven't updated my blog for quite some time. I iz such a busy lady boss, spending her time with her BFFL (books). Yep i know my life is just too awesome. Gotta share a bit about my life. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">I bet you all have heard, Elysa is no more here (Malaysia). It makes my life turns really bad. And yes, there were a few dramas and fighting between SELAMA, which is i don't like it. Yes i admit, I know you're trying your very best and so I do, but my heart just couldn't help with it. I hate this feeling, broke someone's heart especially my friends. I guess, all my friends knew who the fuck is in my heart, right. And fuck it ok. I just want this to get over. O-V-E-R! Yeah, no one cares about my feelings. Seriously, I'm in my room..reading my sejarah book and thinking about all this shits. See, i tak boleh focus langsung. All i want is happiness. Not like this.....people, please understand my situation.</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">Love, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">anis</span></div>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-71314672602793904352011-08-06T22:16:00.000-07:002012-02-17T22:58:45.934-08:00<div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSm8oiOKHgp8QDQpAg_aHE3uJWmXDLWGE8gVW8tubJQFXhXIsRI-AlIq55rnaAR77K9RUi9nlIwjUUHyhed92gnkoR_RhijxZs0Uwyz_rOnu_o9HAQbMCa61QF3Tf9cU13t1kF-5vx-A/s320/ajajaj.jpg" /></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Hi, Mommy. I’m your baby. You don’t know me yet, I’m only a few</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">weeks old. You’re going to find out about me soon, though, I promise.</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I’ve got</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don’t have it yet, but I</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">will when I’m born. I’m going to be your only child, and you’ll call me</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">your one and only. I’m going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">have each other. We’ll help each other, and love each other. I want to</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">be a doctor when I grow up.</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn’t</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">know it already.</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">me! …He wasn’t happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don’t think that</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don’t think I understand</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay… but I was very sad</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That’s a sound I don’t like. It</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">doesn’t make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I’m not sure if I</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">do. It wasn’t right. You say he loves you… why would he hurt you? I</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">don’t like it, Mommy.</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">you’re so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes,</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I’m</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">you, Mommy.</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">funny and he wasn’t talking right. He said he didn’t want you. I don’t</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">know why, but that’s what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry,</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won’t let you get hurt! I promise to</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">protect you. Daddy is bad. I don’t care if you think that he is a good</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">person, I think he’s bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn’t want</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">us. He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me, Mommy?</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">You didn’t talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">It’s been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven’t talked to me or</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">touched me or anything since that. Don’t you still love me, Mommy? I</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don’t you do</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">that when you’re awake, any more?</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I’m 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren’t you proud of me? We’re going</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">somewhere today, and it’s somewhere new. I’m excited. It looks like a</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">you that? I hope you’re as excited as I am. I can’t wait.</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">…Mommy, I’m getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don’t</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">something’s going to happen soon. I’m really, really, really scared,</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">you!</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It</span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!</span></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Don’t worry Mommy, I’m safe. I’m in heaven with the angels now. They</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">told me what you did, and they said it’s called an abortion.</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don’t you love me any more? Why did you</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">get rid of me? I’m really, really, really sorry if I did something</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">don’t you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">about me, and not talk to me. Didn’t I love you enough? Please say</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">you’ll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don’t want to be here, I</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">want you to love me again! I’m really really really sorry if I did</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">something wrong. I love you!</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I love you, Mommy.</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Every abortion is just…</span></i></span></div><div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">oh my Allah, tomorrow! sunway lagoon with aziza, dang, afiqah, amirah, lutfi and naeem :) kbye.x</span>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-71160875029356369492011-06-02T23:29:00.000-07:002012-02-17T22:59:36.251-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Hello, m<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">y</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">purpose</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">here is</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">to</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">write the</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">story of</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">my good</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">friend, Farina Binti Khalid </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">♥ ;</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; line-height: 14px;">I know you have a load of problems these days. But, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">you</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">still</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">have to</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">go through</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">all</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">these problems</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">with</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">patience</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">and </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">confidence. Farina, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">you</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">must</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">always</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">remember</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">that</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">your </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">friends</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">are always be </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">there for you</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">no matter what. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">And i believe that, your mum always do her best for her daughter. This means that she loves you. And please farina, stop thinking that nobody cares about you because we love you. We really do. If there's any problem, please share with us tau. </span></span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Then, check out around 11:30 am. Got back home around 2:30. My mum decided to buy present for my friends. So we went to kl to buy present. Around 8:30 pm, my family and I went to Subang Parade for Farah's birthday party at Friday's :) It was totally awesomest birthday party ever in whole life.x</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I've decided to sleep over at her house. I got back to farah's house around 12 malammmmm. Then, we catched some movies at Sunway, I watched Thor 3D. The movie ends around 2:30 am. I wasn't sleepy, so decided to go online till 5 am. Sleptt, zzzZz.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">k bye that's all from me! x</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><img height="240" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkin2fjBuD1qck0v9.gif" width="320" /></span></div>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-71981530933062224522011-05-02T05:13:00.000-07:002012-02-17T23:00:04.789-08:00<div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">YESTERDAY WAS THE BOMB.COM, YA'KNW. I REALLY HOPE IT HAPPENS ONCE AGAIN. AMIN!</span></div>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-76211491256915470682011-05-01T01:46:00.000-07:002012-02-17T23:00:18.236-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">hi gaiz,</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">i'm backkk! (: Well, i missed blogging. tehee :B</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"> APRIL HAS BEEN SO GREAT TO ME. THANK YOU APRIL, I LOVE YOU TO BITS <3</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">So April oh april</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">8th April, guess what? it was my birthday. Thank you for those who wished me. Millions of thank youuuu.x</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I went to jb's concert. Bro, i tell you ah. It was damn gile awesome. Words can't describe how happy my feeling that time. I went for red zone, Rm400+. justin bieber's the hottest guy in this world! i like big butts and i can't lie~ trolol</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I love justin bieber ok bye</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">I wanted to check out 'his' fb profile, but i couldn't find it. I think FACEBOOK DELETED HIM :(</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">my life memang dah suck.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Tonight, i'm goin' to farah's, syasya's and zamir's birthday party at Fridaysssss. Let's party like a rockstar, let's dance like a big momma and let's sparkle like me. #soanis</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">Gaiz, Farina hates someone. She's a bitch, fo'sho :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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2. Reminiscing the good times.<br />
3. Trying to hide what you really feel.<br />
4. Loving someone who loves another.<br />
5. Having a commitment with someone you know would not last.<br />
6. Shielding your heart to love somebody.<br />
7. Loving a person too much.<br />
8. Right love at the wrong time.<br />
9. Taking risk to fall in love again.<br />
10. Accepting that it was never meant to be.<br />
11. "What ifs"</span>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-73790717679527527082011-03-14T08:53:00.000-07:002012-02-17T23:01:16.249-08:00<span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">hiiiii mommasita, i haven't updated my blog fr quite some time, i'm busy... nah so lazy lah. Oh ohh, i forgot to say this;</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Woooottt, holidays for a week, baby. But i just gonna spend my holidays at home since my parents' working. I bet you all have heard bout tsunami in japan. We should pray for japan and other countries too :) Math is such a dick. I'll never fall in love with you, math. I'll fail my math, for sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">I just wanna tell, if you hate me because of my attitude. You need to know something, i was born this way. My attitude based on how you treat me. Kalau depan macam malaikat, belakang macam setan, you'd better get ready. Don't be so hypocrite. Don't talk nonsense bout me, got problem with me? bring.it.on. Take a cup of coffee and let's discuss what the fuck is your problem? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">I can't believe i'm gonna say... i miss school. Maybe, i've got nothing to do at home, so i feel like going to school. Go hang out with friends? No money, my mum wants me to be berdikari. I still collecting money for my future. cheh</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">What I need to do? </span> </span></div><ul><li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">i haven't pass up my sejarah book yet. Since i've tried my best to finish up the notes, but i just couldn't.</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">I need to do my bm presentation. We need to present it on monday but i haven't buy the mahjong papers. </span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">I have to read all chapters for sejarah form 1 before monday. </span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">I need to finish my homeworks by today. Tomorrow's seminar day.</span></div></li>
</ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">What i need to get for my first term? </span></div><ul><li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">At least, 6 A's. Amin :)</span></div></li>
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</div>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898958549989839721.post-41219741942021115722011-02-14T03:31:00.000-08:002012-02-17T23:02:00.614-08:00<div align="left"></div><div align="center" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Helloooo, t</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">oday is monday so HAPPY MONDAY :D</span></span></div><div align="center" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;">School was fine. During bm, when teacher was explaining about the karangan thingy, i wasn't pay attention at all. Cause i need to finish my tuition homework. I have to pass it up by tonight. fml </span></div><div align="center" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Then, i had math. Teacher asked us to do some activities for chapter 4 but i did my tuition homework again. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">During recess, i had chicken chop yo! & After recess, i had science. OMG, i was gila hyper. Today,we learnt chapter 4. Reproduction ;) </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Talked to Win Shean, Hana, Mustaqim, Adrian, Arman, Elysa and Esther. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">I had sejarah, my favourite subjectttt. Puan shanti came to our class for 15 mins, we camwhored. OMG, MY CLASS IS DAMN AWESOME. WE ARE SO KEWL, OUR CLASS TEACHER ALSO ♥ Skipped seni for a few mins, i cried y'know. I talked with Hana about him :( </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Sorry for my moody day again people :( </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">I skipped koku today. Reached home and get a enough sleep, zzZz </span></span></div>ANIS SYAHIRAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17413610478017151185noreply@blogger.com