<?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-8949103083993585508</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:35:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Thoughts....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-3364989225050906071</id><published>2010-03-20T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:02:07.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>These past few days I keep coming across these conversations when I'm chatting online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: R u goin to help?&lt;br /&gt;Person A: u need help? sure wat can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??&lt;br /&gt;Person A: U need help rite?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No no! Wat meant was r u goin 2 HELP University College!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened too many times to the point that I decided to write HELP in caplocks.&lt;br /&gt;So if it is help, it literally means help. If it is HELP, I mean the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a short post. I can't think of anything else worth posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 1. I really should go picnic tomorrow or technically today. Mistake...sigh....&lt;br /&gt;       2. Never sleep at 1.30 am and wake up at 6.30am two nights in a row&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-3364989225050906071?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3364989225050906071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=3364989225050906071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/3364989225050906071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/3364989225050906071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-6171580031172033952</id><published>2010-01-21T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:02:17.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived Week 3</title><content type='html'>And I must say I'm kinda getting the hang of it. I learnt alot of stuff this three weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have got to be independent. Find your way around. Don't know anything? Ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss announcements during&lt;em&gt; perhimpunan.&lt;/em&gt; It's better than walking over to the office to check the notice board. I guess you can call me lazy &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Group assignments are not confined to the collge building itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I HAVE TO OVERCOME STAGE FRIGHT. Or else I think I will die everytime I do a presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I got to be more tech savvy. You see, my computing principles lecturer says that mouse with the rolling ball at the bottom ( whatever you call it ) is ancient. Then I went home and check my own mouse; lo and behold I am ancient! And I still need to study how to use Micosoft Office 2007 (don't laugh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It is not a good thing when you are a "banana".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if I say I don't miss school. Sometimes I wish I'm back in school not college. But I guess we all have to grow up, don't we? It's just a matter of getting use to things. Starting from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all and I will leave you with a beautiful Indonesian song I found on Youtube. The lyrics are at the bottom if you want to know. So enjoy... &lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 322px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibg9obN7PYE&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dalamnya kasihMu Bapa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Terlebih dari segalanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pengorbanan yang termulia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Selamatkanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dengan darah yang tercurah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ampuniku atas dosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ku bersujud kepadaMu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh Yesus ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Engkau kusembah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bapa mulia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pulihkan ku dengan darah Mu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Engkau ku sembah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kau yang terindah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seumur hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ku mau menyembah Mu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-6171580031172033952?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6171580031172033952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=6171580031172033952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6171580031172033952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6171580031172033952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-survived-week-3.html' title='I Survived Week 3'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-5614605844044620271</id><published>2010-01-04T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:54:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache,Headache,Headache!</title><content type='html'>Yes alot of headache. But I won't go there first. Let me tell you how all it started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dragged myself out of bed this morning. Didn't look forward to starting college. Dread it. In fact my cousin three days ago was more excited about me going to college than I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached college 1 hour early. So decied to make some friends. Anyway the orientation started at 10 am. Lots and lots of briefing and some a little bit boring (hehe..). Then we had campus tour which well I don't know if I remember where is what. Haha but anyway they left us at the makan area. Me and my friends walked around pretty long looking for McD. You see my college does not have a cafeteria. And we have to find our own food. I realise that the makan shops are KFC, McD, Pizza Hut, Secret Recipe, Starbucks, some mamak stalls and Malay food. If I were to eat there everyday, I'll go POKAI by the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch more briefing. Then came the headache part. We were suppose to make our timetable. The problem was the timetable is so small, everything is written in codes and there are I think 10 or so different groups of the same lecture with different time and day. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU FIGURE OU A TIMETABLE THIS CONFUSING??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The hardest part was to fit the last subject into the table. HEADACHE. I tell you I sat infront of the computer for an hour fixing my timetable. The computer kept telling me I'm clashing my classes but when I did my table manually there were lots of spaces. I'm bad with codes .Now my classes are all over the place some with 3 hours in between lectures and others with one lecture a day. Sigh... Maybe I should redo it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who have not landed in college yet, my advise is don't panic when doing your timetable. Plan properly. Or you will end up like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to college life! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To all my friends I MISS YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH! Wish you were all here with me. It's been long since I last attempted to make new friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-5614605844044620271?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5614605844044620271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=5614605844044620271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/5614605844044620271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/5614605844044620271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/headacheheadacheheadache.html' title='Headache,Headache,Headache!'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-6277318929984289684</id><published>2010-01-02T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:28:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Resolutions?</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried making resolutions before but I most probably break them by March. It's useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this year will kick off rather differently. No more school. College life now. For some reason or another it feels like I'm starting life all over again. A new start I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College starts on Monday. No more holidays. Sob sob. Sigh... But I have to admit that I had a fair share of enjoyment. Maybe it is good that I start college this early or I'll start getting a little lazy.&lt;br /&gt;As for driving mom says put it aside for awhile. Sometime later I shall drive. So next time I need to get somewhere, friends, you have to be my transport. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all. I'll try to motivate myself to blog more. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Check this out if you are free =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfoodieadventure.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.myfoodieadventure.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-6277318929984289684?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6277318929984289684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=6277318929984289684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6277318929984289684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6277318929984289684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='New Year, New Resolutions?'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-1259580993104619507</id><published>2009-11-17T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:59:14.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS IT!!</title><content type='html'>Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Battle starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who is going to sit for SPM in less than 24 hours.......ALL THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rely n your own strength but trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your best and God and God wil do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-1259580993104619507?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1259580993104619507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=1259580993104619507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/1259580993104619507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/1259580993104619507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='THIS IS IT!!'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-1096839050653223158</id><published>2009-10-08T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:20:25.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging About Nothing To Blog</title><content type='html'>Seriously I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds ridiculous but I'm realy running out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happens these days except that every second that passes by just reminds me how near SPM ( you also do realise that I mention SPM alot of times these days)  is and how much I need to sudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I am spacing alot now is because I am trying to make this post look longer then it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I am REALLY blogging about nothing to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-1096839050653223158?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1096839050653223158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=1096839050653223158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/1096839050653223158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/1096839050653223158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-about-nothing-to-blog.html' title='Blogging About Nothing To Blog'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-6729034023078339616</id><published>2009-09-01T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:56:00.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trials SPM started - don't you just dread it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worried about Bahagian A karangan - was it out of topic or mostly repetition?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgot about puasa - ate infront of my Malay friends (whoooops...sorry!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modern maths? Blah...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanted to do BM pass year question but the cover of the book reads....KOLEKSI KERTAS-KERTAS SEBENAR PMR BAHASA MALAYSIA....WHAT?!!!!...NO!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonder why it took me so long to realise this mistake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TO OBEY IS BETTER THAN SACRIFICE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-6729034023078339616?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6729034023078339616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=6729034023078339616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6729034023078339616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6729034023078339616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-4179563340369986839</id><published>2009-08-21T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:08:10.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO LOVE MERCY</title><content type='html'>Ta-da! I'm back. There are a couple of things I would like to say ...&lt;br /&gt;So here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To my classmate of std1, std2, std3, std4, std5, std6, form1, form3, form4 and form5....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to wish you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A VERY VERY BELATED BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="315" alt="Happy Birthday!" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/4/MZ616.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hazel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. To the September babies..Happy Birthday too (an early one)&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTA4NDQ2MzkxMTgmcHQ9MTI1MDg*NDY*NDU5NiZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*5ZDI*ZjE5ZGU2MmQ*YTFmYTVjMWU2ZmYxYzBjYjQ*OQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Birthday" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/b/BCbday1031.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Karen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTA4NDQ5OTE3NzYmcHQ9MTI1MDg*NDk5NTE1MCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTE=.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="224" alt="Happy Birthday" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/a/happy-birthday-002.gif" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiffany&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Good news: the holidays are here. Yipeeeee....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Bad news: after holidays come the trials of SPM (which in other words just cancelled out the good news)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much for an update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blog will be dead for quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: 1. Serena get well soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Simone, you changed your url AGAIN!! What is it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&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/8949103083993585508-4179563340369986839?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4179563340369986839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=4179563340369986839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4179563340369986839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4179563340369986839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-love-mercy.html' title='TO LOVE MERCY'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-8140186058495984029</id><published>2009-06-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:02:34.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I just played online games for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.........!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-8140186058495984029?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8140186058495984029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=8140186058495984029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/8140186058495984029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/8140186058495984029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-1202535606596738098</id><published>2009-06-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:21:19.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLAD Project</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really wonder why I even agreed to do this. I had been tricked into thinking this was some kind of past time scrap book that I could do during my free time. Now I realise that I don't even have any free time. Or rather this is not my idea of past time. Maybe if this scrap book project were to require me to watch an extensive amounts of tv it would have been much better. This feels more like a slut project than a SLAD project. Okay no offense, just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you guys may be wondering, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what in the world is this girl rambling about? What SLAD&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well it is an abreviation for Skim Lencana Anti-Dadah (SLAD). Now, get the connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can almost hear you say that,  BO-RING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I mean by getting tricked into thinking this was a breeze. My problem with this project is that I have no sense of creativity. I find myself starring at a blank art block, cracking my head for ideas for an hour. And when I get a plan I feel relieve only to realise seconds later that I can't possibly draw. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this moment I wish that I could relay my plans to someone else so that person could draw it for me. I can see Hazel keeping a distance from me now. Haha... Relax, I won't ask you to do it. I remember I used to ask her to draw my art for me sometimes when I was in my primary school days. I still do it occasoinally. Hehe.. I couldn't help it, she's so artistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, guess I need to brush up my creativity skills if not this project will be heading for the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of "stressful"  past time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-1202535606596738098?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1202535606596738098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=1202535606596738098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/1202535606596738098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/1202535606596738098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/slad-project.html' title='SLAD Project'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-8743381552068788546</id><published>2009-05-27T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:18:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (SCREAMS)</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally pay back for all my sleep that I've lost. Sleep, glorious sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that my blog has become a place to wish people happy birthday. But what to do? There are so many birthdays in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that hols are coming up too. Weeeeeeeeee.........&lt;br /&gt;Can relax for two weeks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a story blog just for fun. It'll be like a novel. But may be not that 'keng' &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all will drop by. Leave comments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) bell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-8743381552068788546?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8743381552068788546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=8743381552068788546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/8743381552068788546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/8743381552068788546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-finally-over-screams.html' title='EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (SCREAMS)'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-8274232037021618650</id><published>2009-05-27T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:10:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Last Birthday Gal of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDM*MjU5MDAzNjEmcHQ9MTI*MzQyNTkwNjQwOSZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmdD*mbz*5ZDI*ZjE5ZGU2MmQ*YTFmYTVjMWU2ZmYxYzBjYjQ*OQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GLORIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Birthday!" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/9/MJZ1531.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-8274232037021618650?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8274232037021618650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=8274232037021618650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/8274232037021618650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/8274232037021618650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-last-birthday-gal-of-may.html' title='For the Last Birthday Gal of May'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-4081547826910665551</id><published>2009-05-25T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:36:41.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Yet Another..........Jac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Birthday" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/3/MJZ2185.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of lurv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-4081547826910665551?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4081547826910665551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=4081547826910665551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4081547826910665551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4081547826910665551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-yet-another.html' title='And Yet Another..........Jac'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-6936189015268233088</id><published>2009-05-19T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:10:46.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDI3MTY4MjgyODMmcHQ9MTI*MjcxNjgzNzA5NiZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmdD*mbz*5ZDI*ZjE5ZGU2MmQ*YTFmYTVjMWU2ZmYxYzBjYjQ*OQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Birthday" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/9/BCbday30222.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Felicia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to you!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-6936189015268233088?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6936189015268233088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=6936189015268233088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6936189015268233088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6936189015268233088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday....'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-7061382189342660628</id><published>2009-05-06T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:33:32.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU Y'ALL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm already seventeen and two days. Hmmm.....I don't feel seventeen at all. Just dread the fact that  I keep getting older and older and there is no way of getting younger. It would be totally cool if something like the Curious Case of Benjamin Button would happen to me. I'll most probably die a foetus. Haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SgGK7zSnYBI/AAAAAAAAADU/yf5ep0bpnkA/s1600-h/P5040013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332696193768579090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SgGK7zSnYBI/AAAAAAAAADU/yf5ep0bpnkA/s320/P5040013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all the prezzies from Mummy dan Daddy, Hazel, Jenn Yang, Jyh Chyuan, Min Hui, Felicia, Jacklyn and Caleb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you SO MUCH. I love you all. Muaxx....hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you also to Karen, Carr Ine, Serena, Daphne, Sally, Cheryl and others who wished me happy birthday. Thanks for remembering. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honestly speaking, I thought Hazel and the rest were going to sabo me. That's why Tiffany you thought I was kinda sad. Well actually I was being cautious that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But anyway the moral paper spoiled my birthday mood. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank God my parents bought me Starbucks coffee. That cheered me up all little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next up...Felicia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmmm.....should we sabo her...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/8949103083993585508-7061382189342660628?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7061382189342660628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=7061382189342660628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/7061382189342660628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/7061382189342660628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-yall.html' title='THANK YOU Y&apos;ALL!!'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SgGK7zSnYBI/AAAAAAAAADU/yf5ep0bpnkA/s72-c/P5040013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-2925181513325824871</id><published>2009-04-23T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:48:35.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO =)</title><content type='html'>OOOOO...i just realise that the last time I updated my blog was 3rd April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway exams are 90% over. Who cares about EST. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose excited about Paroimia??!! I AM...&lt;br /&gt;I think some of you can tell by the fact that I talk about it almost eveyday. Sorry, ya? I'll try not to. But I watch the show already. It's relly GOOD! Good job to the cast, the crew,the director, the dancers,the scipt writer, the music director, props, costume designer.................and the list goes on. Excellent job. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way there are extra 2 shows. I just review the dates again for this week's:&lt;br /&gt;24/4-8pm&lt;br /&gt;25/4-4.30pm &amp;amp; 8pm&lt;br /&gt;26/4- 6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I running out of things to write. Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-2925181513325824871?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2925181513325824871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=2925181513325824871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/2925181513325824871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/2925181513325824871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='HELLO =)'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-4131021479190772270</id><published>2009-04-03T15:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:09:19.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAROIMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 344px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zveVMXDLrpM&amp;amp;hl=" width="411" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls do come and watch =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-4131021479190772270?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4131021479190772270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=4131021479190772270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4131021479190772270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4131021479190772270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='PAROIMIA'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-4998178718233686366</id><published>2009-03-27T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:00:24.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO CARR INE =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzgxNTEwOTczNDgmcHQ9MTIzODE1MTExMDk4OCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmdD*mbz*5ZDI*ZjE5ZGU2MmQ*YTFmYTVjMWU2ZmYxYzBjYjQ*OQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 369px" height="292" alt="Happy Birthday" src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/8/beautiful-birthday.gif" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-4998178718233686366?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4998178718233686366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=4998178718233686366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4998178718233686366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4998178718233686366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-carr-ine.html' title='TO CARR INE =)'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-6212706240554961292</id><published>2009-03-15T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:57:56.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bengkel BM</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Bengkel BM 4 and a half hours ago. Super duper long day of BM. A little bit tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bengkel was just fine except for the KOMSAS part. A bit difficult to catch what he was talking about. At certain parts everybody was laughing but I just starred at him like a dumbo. He talks with Malay slang, like those you here in the &lt;em&gt;kampung-kampung. &lt;/em&gt;Plus he was talking really FAST! Well at least I caught quite a bit. Anyway what he lacked in speech he made it up with humour. HE REALLY LIKES TO DANCE AND SING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing was &lt;em&gt;liwat&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;lewat.&lt;/em&gt; For all you people who do not know the meaning of liwat, it is ... . So the penceramah was trying to explain the difference btween those two words and told us this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelajar datang lewat ke sekolah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cikgu: Kenapa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelajar: Saya liwat(lewat), cikgu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pelajar bermaksud lewat tetapi cikgu terdengar liwat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cikgu: Dengan siapa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelajar: Dengan semua di belakanglah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cikgu: Mak izinkan?!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelajar: Ya, ya. Mak sudah biasa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is, if in SPM paper 2 BM, and the question is &lt;em&gt;betulkan kesalahan ejaan dalam ayat-ayat dibawah&lt;/em&gt; make sure &lt;em&gt;lewat&lt;/em&gt; is spelled correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-6212706240554961292?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6212706240554961292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=6212706240554961292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6212706240554961292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6212706240554961292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/bengkel-bm.html' title='Bengkel BM'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-3598564313479067507</id><published>2009-03-09T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:45:21.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COCKROACH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was at cell group meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating cake in the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt something pokey on my neck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brushed it off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom shouts "COCKROACH!!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both of us whacked it off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then my mom suddenly asked "Eh, where's the cockroach?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This time I felt something pokey on my back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start to panick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mom, what's at my back?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;" The cockroach is there!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AAAAAHHHHHHHHH......................&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom whacks it off. It ran across and all over my body and into my pants. Thank God my mom Whacked it off before it had a chance to run through my pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cockroach was REALLY BIG. About 6cm long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyboy in the kitchen started sceaming and running around the kitchen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me? I just scream and run out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone was so brave. he just stamped on the cockroach with his bare foot. Ewwww..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone had a good laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll never enter the kitchen again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-3598564313479067507?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3598564313479067507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=3598564313479067507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/3598564313479067507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/3598564313479067507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/cockroach.html' title='COCKROACH!'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-664980808805803484</id><published>2009-03-01T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:17:43.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Tiring Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests: biology and physics&lt;br /&gt;Squeezed every tiny bit of memory of both subjects out my head. The result?  Tired.&lt;br /&gt;When test were done, very happy. Why? because 90% of my test is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last and final day of test. They are PJK and SV.&lt;br /&gt;So lazy to study. Anyway this is subject not important.&lt;br /&gt;Regretted when papers came. Don't know how to answer. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Super duper happy that test is officially over. Was told that the next day we are having rehersals for sports.&lt;br /&gt;Felt all geared up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the flag bearer for Girl Guide's marching contingen ( did I spell that properly?). Thought it would be a smooth going rehersal. Well maybe with a few scoldings.&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly wrong. VERY WRONG. Teachers kept yelling  and shouting at us.&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare you the details because the words they used weren't vey nice.&lt;br /&gt;From a marching rehersal it became a singing class. Blame all the afternoon session students. The Negaraku song was in &lt;em&gt;andante&lt;/em&gt; but they sang it so fast. Thanks alot we sang Negaraku 3 times and school song 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the time to say ikrar. MK kept forgetting his ikrar and we flag bearers had to put the flag up and down. Serena C gave me a suggestion, " Make 2 buttons on the flag. One to put the flag up and down and another one to shoot out a rotan if he ever forgets his ikrar." LOL. Of course we were  just joking.&lt;br /&gt;Practiced the hold time in school.  We were  sunned by teacher. So tired but had to stay back to train the form ones. The way they marched just made me feel like banging my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 3.30 pm. Thoroughly exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rehersal. Sigh.. Teachers made us rehearse in the school field. Unfortunately, it rained the day before. The field was MUDDY. My shoes were goners.&lt;br /&gt;Sang negaraku 3 times and school song 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;" Mana semangat kamu?!!"&lt;br /&gt;" Ikut rentaklah!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Practice  the hold time in school again only I was smarter this time. Brought sun block lotoin. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;More scoldings from teachers. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's Sport's Day! Was a bit blur becaus I woke up at around 5.30am or so.But was quickly woken up thanks alot to Xiao Yen. She was so HIGH! Made us all laugh our heads off. Thank God we manage to stop before the marching started.&lt;br /&gt;STOOPITT music blaring into our ears. Some of them couldn't hear Hazel's command march wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;Head commander forgot the "BERSEDIA" command for all the flag bearers to put down the flag. All the flag bearers had to hold our flags throughout all the speeches. So tired and painful.....(sobs)&lt;br /&gt;Back home was just about to go for tuition when Hazel called" Where are my black shoes and uniform? Can't find it in the stadium." AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH..................................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Half concentarting during tuition, half thinking about black shoes and uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and turned around to look at alarm clock. 9.45am. AAHH....LATE!!Rushed to church.&lt;br /&gt;Cut plastic. Being still half awake, couldn't cut it straight. So instead of becoming a sword it looked almost like a keris. Gave the job to another team member to do. Both me and my friend were really sleepy so we slept ( well not literally!) while gluing PVC. Not to mention we were working under air-condition. Went home at 4.30pm. Reached home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT A WEEK!&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/8949103083993585508-664980808805803484?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/664980808805803484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=664980808805803484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/664980808805803484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/664980808805803484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-very-tiring-week.html' title='My Very Tiring Week'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-2050222532271836825</id><published>2009-02-14T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:39:39.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVPSecLJI/AAAAAAAAACU/jf8SPL5_WwE/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302660069909605522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVPSecLJI/AAAAAAAAACU/jf8SPL5_WwE/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin's dog. He's name? Casey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVPIg8I8I/AAAAAAAAACM/AQenZdnqycs/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302660067235734466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVPIg8I8I/AAAAAAAAACM/AQenZdnqycs/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casey in the car travelling from Penang to KL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVPRyPQ5I/AAAAAAAAACc/KvSlU2Twvbo/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302660069724210066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVPRyPQ5I/AAAAAAAAACc/KvSlU2Twvbo/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin + dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVPAmGS5I/AAAAAAAAACE/XxKnwe3Lqgs/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302660065109887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVPAmGS5I/AAAAAAAAACE/XxKnwe3Lqgs/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what is the towel for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe he can't stand the air-cond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVO_w_0VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ec5Gkg9bllk/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302660064887165266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVO_w_0VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ec5Gkg9bllk/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Concentrating on the journey or so I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8949103083993585508-2050222532271836825?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2050222532271836825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=2050222532271836825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/2050222532271836825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/2050222532271836825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/doggie.html' title='Doggie..!'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SZbVPSecLJI/AAAAAAAAACU/jf8SPL5_WwE/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-5807961256490602417</id><published>2009-02-08T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:44:27.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SY7M7extJMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sCXqExR0epI/s1600-h/P1290006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300399133707543746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SY7M7extJMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sCXqExR0epI/s320/P1290006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam: In pink top. Kim: In pink stripes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I brought my add maths homework to my grandma's house. When I reached, I put them on the coffee table and made a mental note that I would finish it after dinner. Kim came up to me and asked, "Annabelle, you didn't finish your homework, arh?". Sam repeated the same question. " Yeah, I'll do it later."I said. Kim asked," Which one you don't know how to do?"." Aiya you won't know how to do one lah," I said. " How you know?" Sam replied. They both picked up my book and curiosly studied it. Then Kim picked my calculator and asked " What is this?". " Calculator.""Which one you don't know. Tell me lah. " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After dinner, as promised, I did my home work. Kim came to me again. She saw me reading question 40 and asked me. " You don't know how to do this one, arh?". So desperate to help me...haha.She read x^2+y^2 = 19. And guess what she told me? " There like this, loh...19 times 2 then times 2, then............". She gave an embarassed smile knowing that she was wrong. I laughed at her " Told you, you won't know how to do, loh."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sigh...CHILDREN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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/8949103083993585508-5807961256490602417?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5807961256490602417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=5807961256490602417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/5807961256490602417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/5807961256490602417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/children.html' title='Children.'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SY7M7extJMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sCXqExR0epI/s72-c/P1290006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-4334961037451756808</id><published>2009-01-26T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:41:48.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;YO! Everyone &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this now it is just a few minutes to Chinese New Year. By the time I finish typing this, it should be celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess you all have filled yourselves with &lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt; a couple of hours ago. Well I have...hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was trying to finish my homework before CNY but..unfortunately...mission unaccomplished. SIGH.................only managed to finish 2 out of 8 ( more sighs!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;totally busy preparing titbits &amp;amp; cookies + my undiscipline-ness = didn't finish homework!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway I was doing my SEJ notes on Saturday and after that I couldn't get this dang dang organisation name out of my head&lt;strong&gt;. VIET NAM QUOC DANG DANG.&lt;/strong&gt; I think I would do well if this dang dang question comes out in SPM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the first year my family and I are ACTUALLY PREPARING for CNY. I think for as long as I was born no one comes to visit us. So yeah...we don't prepare anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But this year it's different. My uncles &amp;amp; aunties decided to spend their CNY here. So we're all kept busy preparing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The "best" part of all this is how I started my CNY today or should I say yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up wanted to go to church. Wished could sleep some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took lift down to parking lot. All energized to start a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walked to the car and then ...TADA!! Car tyre flat...!! What!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I weren't a Christian I would have used cussed and swear every word under the Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Managed to get Dad's friend to fetch us to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Church over. Nobody could fetch us home..haiyah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Decided to take taxi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THIS IS THE SECOND CHINESE NEW YEAR WITH PUNCTURED CAR TYRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So to all you people out there be careful of punctered tyres. Trust me they're really annoying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-4334961037451756808?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4334961037451756808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=4334961037451756808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4334961037451756808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4334961037451756808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year =)'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-4785921842008532055</id><published>2009-01-10T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:16:41.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi! Everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been going on for a week. Yup, I survived the whole week. It feels sucky to wake up so early in the morning to realise that you are form 5. Plus this year is the most important year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPM!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAARRRRRRRGGHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time really flies by so fast! I remember when I was form 1. The teachers used to ask us to study hard because in 2007 we are sitting for PMR and in 2009 we're sitting for SPM. At that time I really didn't care because it was still along way.That felt like last year. Well so here I am. &lt;strong&gt;SPM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh ya! Before I forget, Iknow this is a bit late..no it is not "a bit" it is really late but anyway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I know, I know I am 10 days late)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And my resolution for this blog is to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;be more creative &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stop making spelling mistakes &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;upgade it ( it's pretty plain as you can see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh boy! It's 12.00am already. Yawn........ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sleepy girl signs off. Goodnight.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/8949103083993585508-4785921842008532055?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4785921842008532055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=4785921842008532055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4785921842008532055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4785921842008532055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-7391957450477899185</id><published>2008-12-29T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:27:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;This was actually two days ago. My homefollowship had a New Year's Party cum Welcome back party for one of them who just came back form Aust. so here are all the pics.. It's pretty blur cuz I'm a "bad photographer" and it's not in order. Very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjaal5UBxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aQhw8bQHBNo/s1600-h/PC270014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285214313103230738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjaal5UBxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aQhw8bQHBNo/s320/PC270014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got bored and decided to play CHEAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZRHYrWwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W3a_blEJG9k/s1600-h/PC270006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285213050782833410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZRHYrWwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W3a_blEJG9k/s320/PC270006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone busy eating. Guess they must be really hungry..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZQmxRq_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xliCfkuwmjY/s1600-h/PC270001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285213042027637746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZQmxRq_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xliCfkuwmjY/s320/PC270001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have I made you all drool? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZR6lP1SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q7ieCzQkO5k/s1600-h/PC270011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285213064525763874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZR6lP1SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q7ieCzQkO5k/s320/PC270011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fuyoh, so yeng!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZRvmPzEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WHMlYGjPSYw/s1600-h/PC270007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285213061577165890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZRvmPzEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WHMlYGjPSYw/s320/PC270007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to snap aphoto of him with bunny ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately didn't get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZQyISdXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v2pm4eTzWPo/s1600-h/PC270004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285213045076948338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjZQyISdXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v2pm4eTzWPo/s320/PC270004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1,2,3...Attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8949103083993585508-7391957450477899185?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7391957450477899185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=7391957450477899185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/7391957450477899185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/7391957450477899185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve-party.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve Party!'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SVjaal5UBxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aQhw8bQHBNo/s72-c/PC270014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-4555939697742325613</id><published>2008-12-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:08:15.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen an alien?  &lt;em&gt;Do aliens even exist?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a frog?  Eeeeeewwwwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;Lost your keys?  &lt;em&gt;Maybe I have but I can't remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt a friend?  &lt;em&gt;Well...yeah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped somebody you didn't like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, but I couldn't stand longer than a month. Some of you might know who I'm talking about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an award? &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelled at your mom?  &lt;em&gt;I know it's kinda rude to do that....but yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house?  &lt;em&gt;Daren't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Liver?  &lt;em&gt;That was one hell of an experience!! I spit it out the moment I put it in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Golf in the rain?  &lt;em&gt;Never played golf b4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a rave?  &lt;em&gt;Wat is a rave?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a Celebrity in person?  &lt;em&gt;2. Since they're from my church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated someone more than 2 years older than you?  &lt;em&gt;Never dated anyone b4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an entire book in one sitting?  &lt;em&gt;Yes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked flowers?  &lt;em&gt;Ya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomped on an ant On purpose?  &lt;em&gt;Hehe...did that too many times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept outside?  &lt;em&gt;Yes and I only got 3 hours of sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a Gun?  &lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petted a Goat?  &lt;em&gt;Nah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held a Baby?  &lt;em&gt;I think...never?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Do You Like...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot fudge sundaes?  &lt;em&gt;I don't mind it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days?  &lt;em&gt;If it is not burning hot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping on the floor?  &lt;em&gt;NO WAY!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History class?  &lt;em&gt;A double, triple NO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actor Tom Cruise?  &lt;em&gt;Not really?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing with a pencil?  &lt;em&gt;It's fine wif me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting online with strangers?  &lt;em&gt;I've never chat online b4 but I don't like the idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading non-fiction books?  &lt;em&gt;Yup. Love it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chip cookies with milk?  &lt;em&gt;Don't fancy but like I said earlier I don't mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying on airplanes?  &lt;em&gt;Hmm.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on roller coasters?  &lt;em&gt;Errrr...not really I guess...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV show One Tree Hill?  &lt;em&gt;Never watch b4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating ketchup with your hot dogs?  &lt;em&gt;Taste weird..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with puppies?  &lt;em&gt;Their so cute...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the stars?  &lt;em&gt;Get bored after 5 minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking in front of a large group of people?  &lt;em&gt;Whoa....!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing soccer?  &lt;em&gt;The refrees fovourite word would be OUT!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking photographs of your friends?  &lt;em&gt;Yay...kacau ppl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting stamps?  &lt;em&gt;Used to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What Do You Think About...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOX News?  &lt;em&gt;First of all news is sometimes boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson?  &lt;em&gt;He scares me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities who will not sign autographs?  &lt;em&gt;It's their right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV Show America's Next Top Model?  &lt;em&gt;Cool....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming?  &lt;em&gt;We better start saving earth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President George W. Bush?  &lt;em&gt;Eeerrrrrrrrr..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?  &lt;em&gt;Yummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Do You Prefer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk or Tea?  &lt;em&gt;Tea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey or Sugar?  &lt;em&gt;Honey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing or Typing?  &lt;em&gt;Mmm....both.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or Hate?  &lt;em&gt;Obviously!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses?  &lt;em&gt;Depends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo or Juliet?  &lt;em&gt;Pass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a book or Watching TV?  &lt;em&gt;TV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace or Facebook?  &lt;em&gt;Have no idea wat those 2 are.( told you I'm a tech dumb)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republicans or Democrats?  &lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude or Peace?  &lt;em&gt;Peace?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp or &lt;a class="link" title="Orlando" href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/theme/578/orlando.html"&gt;Orlando&lt;/a&gt; Bloom?  &lt;em&gt;Orlando.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMW or Audi?  &lt;em&gt;No difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-Up or Sprite?  &lt;em&gt;Both.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children or Adults?  &lt;em&gt;(thinking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming or Sunbathing?  &lt;em&gt;Swimming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being asleep or Being awake?  &lt;em&gt;Asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night or Day?  &lt;em&gt;Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;First Thing That Comes to Your Mind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal?  &lt;em&gt;Cornflakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue?  &lt;em&gt;It is a colour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy? &lt;em&gt;It's hard to be sad when you r around frens!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV?  &lt;em&gt;Resting device.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Holmes?  Tom Cruise's wife.&lt;br /&gt;Grass?  &lt;em&gt;Green.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweater?  &lt;em&gt;Effective during cold nights or else it is a medium for sweating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taco Bell?  &lt;em&gt;What is that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummer?  &lt;em&gt;A person who hums a song, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap Opera?   &lt;em&gt;HOOOOOOOOOR! ( in high pitch voice)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Cowell?  &lt;em&gt;Particular but always right..well not always but most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Nips?   &lt;em&gt;I LUUUURRRRRRRRRVE CHEESE!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health? &lt;em&gt;Go exercise &amp;amp; eat lots veg &amp;amp; fruits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work?  &lt;em&gt;Office?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn? &lt;em&gt;Movies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your Favorite...&lt;br /&gt;Website? &lt;em&gt;Dunno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place to hang out with friends? &lt;em&gt;Shopping mall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookstore? &lt;em&gt;MPH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-4555939697742325613?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4555939697742325613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=4555939697742325613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4555939697742325613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/4555939697742325613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm....'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-8838136395246379099</id><published>2008-12-24T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:59:13.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Exchange</title><content type='html'>Roy Collette and his brother-in-law, Larry Kunkel exchanged the same pair of pants as a Christmas present for 23 years. Each year the package became hareder to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began when Larry gave Roy a pair of moleskin pants. Roy wore it 3 times, wrapped it up and gave it back to Larry. This annual friendly gift exchange continued until one day when Roy twisted the pants, stuffed it into a 3 foot long, 1 inch wide tube ( about 90cm x 2cm...I'm not really sure but it is something like that, I guess) and gave them back to Larry. The following Christmas, Larry compressed the pants into a 7 inch square, wrapped it in wire and gave them back to Roy. The following year, Roy put the pants into a 2 foot square crate filled with stones, nailed it shut, banded it with steel, and gave the trousers back to Larry. When it was Larry's turn, he mounted the pants inside an insulated window that had a 20 year guarantee and shipped it to Roy. Roy managed to break the glass and recover the pants. Next Roy stuffed them into a 5 inch coffee can, soldered it shut and put it in a 5 gallon container filled with concrete and reinforcing rods and gave it to Larry. The next Christmas, Larry installed the pants into a 225 pound homemade steel ashtray made from 8 inch steel casing, etched Roy's name on the side. Roy had some trouble opening it but he managed to retrieve the pants (without burning it) by using a cutting torch. Roy found and hauled a 600 pound safe to a shipping department. They decorated it with red and green stripes, put the pants inside and welded the safe shut. The safe was then shipped to Larry. The following year, the pants were trucked in the drab green, 3 foot cube that was once a car with 95 000 miles in it. A note attached to to the 2000 pound scrunched car advised Roy that the pants was in the glove compartment ( the drawer like compartment infont of the front passenger seat) ( how would you know if where the glove compartment is since the car is already srunched up into a cube?!!)&lt;br /&gt;Finally the pair of trousers met its time when Roy tried to ship the pants in the midst of 10 000 pounds of jagged glass. Well, unfortunately a chunk of glass shattered and the pants was made into a pile of ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both brathers-in-law buried the pants with a special marker ( I'm sure it will be very "special") to remember their years of creative gift exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about exchanging gifts!! This two are NUTS!! If it were me I would have left it inside the 2 foot square crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't make your gifts hard to open........hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-8838136395246379099?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8838136395246379099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=8838136395246379099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/8838136395246379099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/8838136395246379099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/roy-collette-and-his-brother-in-law.html' title='Gift Exchange'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-6063515405505186738</id><published>2008-12-23T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:16:32.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>1.Simone&lt;br /&gt;2.Hazel&lt;br /&gt;3.Jacklyn&lt;br /&gt;4. Karen&lt;br /&gt;5.Daphne&lt;br /&gt;6.JennYang&lt;br /&gt;7.Jyh Chyuan&lt;br /&gt;8. Shin Mun&lt;br /&gt;9. Felicia&lt;br /&gt;10. MinHui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How do you know 1 ?&lt;br /&gt;Classmates n pretending to b  Power Puff Girl&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 2 ?&lt;br /&gt;I will never learn how to operate machines.&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 3 and 4 dated you?&lt;br /&gt;Errr.....dat will never happen( trust me!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Will 5 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Someone's getting jealous&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you think 7 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;He's fun friend 2 b around with.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you know anything about 8's family?&lt;br /&gt;she's the youngest. Has 2 elder bros. Anyway i hardly noe.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me something about 9 ...&lt;br /&gt;Specky. Hates chili&lt;br /&gt;8. What language does 2 speak?&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is 3 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;She wishes....(dreamy)&lt;br /&gt;10. How old is number 4 ?&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;11. 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;sixteen too&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is 6's favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;Idunno....never asked b4&lt;br /&gt;13.7?&lt;br /&gt;(grinnig sheepishly) I dunno too?&lt;br /&gt;14. Is 8 single?&lt;br /&gt; A BIG FAT YES!&lt;br /&gt;15. What is 9 last name?&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you consider being in a relationship with 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;There will never b one...if there is I'll hear high pitch screaming&lt;br /&gt;17. Which school does 2 go to?&lt;br /&gt;Government school with stinking toilets. Yeah, me too.( I shall copy Haze's ans)&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you like about 3 ?&lt;br /&gt;Sociable &amp;amp; not 2 mention fun 2 pick on (I hear groanings).Sori.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-6063515405505186738?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6063515405505186738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=6063515405505186738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6063515405505186738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6063515405505186738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-6841198271087701602</id><published>2008-12-20T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:43:54.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Woman Of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I read this testimony in my devotional book many months back (around January) told by a missionnary about a women. When I read this, it totally blew my mind away. So I decided to share this to all you people out there. Here goes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a poor widow of two children living in Mexico. She was down with only a few cents. She believed that God will meet all her needs. So she prayed for three hours seeking God about what she should do with her 22 cents left. She sensed God asking her to go to a market nearby her village. She had never been there before. It was a large market so much so that she was overwhelmed by the enormity when she stepped in. There were 122 checkout lanes ( don't try shoplifting)! She then felt God telling her to take a cart and fill it with 3 months supply of groceries. She soon found herself filling the cart full. As she approached the counters, God told her to go to lane number 7. There was only one man paying at that counter. And after the man had paid for the groceries, the cashier pulled the chain across the lane and said " Sorry ma'am, it's my lunchtime. You'll have to go to another counter". The widow looked into the cashier's eyes and replied calmly " No. My Father asked me to come here". After waiting patiently for an hour the cashier came back and together both of them unloaded the items onto the conveyer belt. As the bill amounted the widow's heart started pounding as she fingered nervously on her 22 cents in the purse that she had. The supermarket was suddenly interupted by the voice of the manager of the supermarket over the intercom saying " Attention shoppers! Today is our supermarket's seventh anniversary. To whoever that is paying for there groceris at lane number 7, they will get all there groceries free compliments of our market."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/8949103083993585508-6841198271087701602?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6841198271087701602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=6841198271087701602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6841198271087701602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6841198271087701602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/amazing-woman-of-faith.html' title='Amazing Woman Of Faith'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-6988579086241082428</id><published>2008-12-16T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:01:35.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bats.........Hate Them!</title><content type='html'>Sorry everybody I know I didn't update my blog for quite sometime. So here's my new pose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any of you guess that evethough you live in the city you are are not actually bat free? Yeah...that's what I thought until my house was invaded by bats THREE times.Well last night was the third. And final time I hope...please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of the last time the bat flew right into my house. Was watching TV at that time whe it flew in. Well.......I just scream and ran.........I know that's a pretty dumb move on my side but i was really freaked out. As you all know bats are blind in light. So it was basically banging walls and flying everywhere. I guess it was just panicky like me. Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Thank God my grandmom manage to chase it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, talking about last night.. at least we spotted the bat at the balcony before it had a chance to fly in. My dad wanted to chase the bat out but it just wont't budge. Decided to leave it alone thinking that it would soon fly away but it stayed there the whole night till this morning. Tried to kill it but unsucessful. Anyway I'm not really fond of killing animals as much as they annoy me. This morning my mom got fed up and just shoved it all the way down.Goodbye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Always watch out for BATS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-6988579086241082428?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6988579086241082428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=6988579086241082428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6988579086241082428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6988579086241082428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/batshate-them.html' title='Bats.........Hate Them!'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-6472254969309948799</id><published>2008-12-07T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:34:47.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It!! (phew!)</title><content type='html'>First of all let me clear something..I did not do that "it" for all you people who are thinking of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to speak in public...hah! Without stammering and going blank. That was one 5 minutes of my life. I actually had to share in YC today about the community service at Prima Selayang 2 Saturdays ago. I still don't know why I agreed to do this but I did it anyway. To be honest I was freaking out the whole week cuz 1. i really don't know what to say and 2. i have a bad case of stage fright especially since YC has a crowd but today there were lesser people. Anyway it went well. So it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYYYAAAAAYYYYYYYY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so relieved now.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-6472254969309948799?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6472254969309948799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=6472254969309948799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6472254969309948799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/6472254969309948799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-it-phew.html' title='I Did It!! (phew!)'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8949103083993585508.post-3774802705547322642</id><published>2008-12-05T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:25:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very First</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone! Finally manage to post something after figuring out this blog thingy for quite some time (phew!). I know my blog is plain and boring. I'll make it more interesting next time, k? which means I must start doing more figuring out later. well sorry , i'm one tech dumb..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Ms Nut-very "nice " photos of me in ur blog!!! Hate the satay part...&lt;br /&gt;      Jyh- Thx alot...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8949103083993585508-3774802705547322642?l=annaheartslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3774802705547322642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8949103083993585508&amp;postID=3774802705547322642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/3774802705547322642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8949103083993585508/posts/default/3774802705547322642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaheartslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-first.html' title='Very First'/><author><name>Bell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13826980449869126743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6sss_92bok/SfAindWGGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s7gfJUqnNvc/S220/P1010009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
