<?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-19684288</id><updated>2012-01-02T19:12:28.078+08:00</updated><category term='bit'/><category term='Nadya'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='trips'/><category term='MSBR'/><category term='books'/><category term='teenage angst'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Fasting'/><category term='huda'/><category term='boys'/><category term='date'/><category term='Shitty days'/><category term='hair'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='and do what I love most.'/><category term='Bitch from hell'/><category term='random boys'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='Random shit'/><category term='cycling'/><category term='boyfriend shit'/><category term='zerosixzerothreezeronine'/><category term='when you started to turn ; that&apos;s when I started to learn.'/><category term='Nurul Huda'/><category term='friends'/><category term='humor'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='scenery'/><category term='drama'/><category term='futile thoughts'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='Mukhsin'/><category term='farishaziq'/><category term='Mum'/><category term='crush'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='stupid people have brains that isn&apos;t usable'/><category term='rants'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='party'/><category term='ODJ'/><category term='school'/><category term='random rants'/><category term='Life'/><category term='anonymous'/><category term='shops'/><category term='Fucked'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='I say what I like'/><category term='MHBZ'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='life sucks'/><category term='abdil'/><category term='eyecandies'/><category term='The Kirs (more like KISS)'/><category term='arena'/><category term='ION'/><title type='text'>The Great Bitch</title><subtitle type='html'>Human have this certain tendency to bitch about a certain disliked someone behind their back, to another certain someone and the cycle goes on. I, on the other hand, prefer to do it here. Do not judge me from my blog as you only see what I chose to show.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1446</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8327702314369296877</id><published>2012-01-02T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:11:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The previous post might have come up as a little bit too strong, but I wasn't trying to be superior. If anything, I was trying to try to explain the situation and also, expressed my feelings. This is, after all, my blog and it has been one of the place, besides Twitter, that I actually put effort in expressing my feelings when humans fail me. So yes, this is my safety box, I write trash in here, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8327702314369296877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2012/01/previous-post-might-have-come-up-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8327702314369296877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8327702314369296877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2012/01/previous-post-might-have-come-up-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-283916722550787403</id><published>2011-12-31T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:57:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on a limb here...</title><summary type='text'>It's funny how it's those people who knew us the least, have the most to talk about.

Honestly, yes. It's bugging me how some people just could not get over the idea of me and Ab dating, and have so much to say about it. Is it really worth talking about us behind our back, during supper and drinking tea? Don't you people have a life and talk about, say about how big your penises are? Oh, I forgot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/283916722550787403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/12/out-on-limb-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/283916722550787403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/283916722550787403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/12/out-on-limb-here.html' title='Out on a limb here...'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2482724925941389832</id><published>2011-12-26T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T05:29:08.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to an end...</title><summary type='text'>2011 is the year of my breakup. It's the year when my relationship with Faiz was really going nowhere else but downhill, and it was really full of nonsense and heartbreaks in the early part of the year. It's the year where I realized who my true friends were, despite my hasty choice. I really am glad to have Alysha back in my life. It's when I finally am relieved to have some of the friends I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2482724925941389832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2482724925941389832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2482724925941389832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-to-end.html' title='Coming to an end...'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2675157605474802887</id><published>2011-12-24T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:53:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early ending</title><summary type='text'>I would like to start this entry by blowing away all the dust that has been accumulated since the last post, but that seems so passe and besides, I have been doing that for the past few entries and it's starting to be the trend for this blog.

So anyway, I have been having a hell of a November and December has been pretty awesome for me, although I know it has only been 23 days out of 31, and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2675157605474802887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/12/early-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2675157605474802887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2675157605474802887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/12/early-ending.html' title='Early ending'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kv1QUj2FC0o/TvS28XV0RoI/AAAAAAAAEb8/JOhPNphwdMo/s72-c/IMG_1325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2728284400310695973</id><published>2011-11-08T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:32:54.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You put your arms around me</title><summary type='text'>Life has been really wonderful lately, really.
I know I promised a KL post, but it's been awesome and I don't quite need reminders to remember what I did there, from good food to incredible companions to mind-blowing experience of the MotoGP. (:

School has started for me, and I'm at my week 2 now. First week went by really fast, and I'm really sad that we will all be graduating soon. You know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2728284400310695973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-put-your-arms-around-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2728284400310695973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2728284400310695973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-put-your-arms-around-me.html' title='You put your arms around me'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJbmpII2zKU/TrgGZZ6fydI/AAAAAAAAEa0/0_LmT1Kg04w/s72-c/312677_10150359009509952_575454951_8268418_18755263_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-431445912196811399</id><published>2011-10-16T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:44:13.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to the freaking weekend</title><summary type='text'>Sigh, you know, I kinda thought that the matter was finally resolved on Wednesday night, after he transferred me the money. But well, losers being losers, can't stand losing their money and in this case, pride and reputation as well. I mean, for fuck's sake dude, you owe me money and have the cheek to create such a ruckus in the virtual world? You've got a problem with me after paying up, why not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/431445912196811399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/cheers-to-freaking-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/431445912196811399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/431445912196811399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/cheers-to-freaking-weekend.html' title='Cheers to the freaking weekend'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lwFljqfY0E/TpqYqrggO_I/AAAAAAAAEak/X5Zrd3_OGAU/s72-c/photo+%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3429754253899774306</id><published>2011-10-15T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T00:46:02.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farishaziq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>So fuck youuuuuuu</title><summary type='text'>


Why does these gifs relates so much to the current situation?
I mean, seriously. HAHAHAHAHAHA.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3429754253899774306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-fuck-youuuuuuu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3429754253899774306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3429754253899774306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-fuck-youuuuuuu.html' title='So fuck youuuuuuu'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j2m18eLHPys/TphmiXyKUJI/AAAAAAAAEaU/EHwL2n32lR8/s72-c/tumblr_lp9r75wq271qf4o4bo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8027670502678166497</id><published>2011-10-14T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:42:11.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farishaziq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Ufc round 2 ah kek</title><summary type='text'>
Awwwhh, fucker still wouldn't let the matter rest.It's already Friday, more than 24 hours after he had transferred me the money he owed me.And I have let the matter rest, but fucker still as relentless as ever.
Since I had 190 viewers last night, I shall take this opportunity to make him even more infamous than yesterday. Sigh, I don't understand why every single time I've an argument with a guy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8027670502678166497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/ufc-round-2-ah-kek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8027670502678166497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8027670502678166497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/ufc-round-2-ah-kek.html' title='Ufc round 2 ah kek'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7viofRCpOM0/TpfbAF4GJvI/AAAAAAAAEZc/-x1rxZe-rXc/s72-c/308601_10150324939912190_663067189_8543092_2070914814_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4909950295625938015</id><published>2011-10-13T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:46:15.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farishaziq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Fwahhh big fuck</title><summary type='text'>Mmm, hot story huh.Actually, the story goes like this. He owe me $23 since 20th September 2011, and while everyone else had paid up, this fucker right here, still have not. Despite the hundreds of calls, texts and messages on facebook, and I even wrote on his wall twice to remind him to pay, he still remained quiet and not replying to a single thing at all. None of my messages were being replied,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4909950295625938015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/fwahhh-big-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4909950295625938015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4909950295625938015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/fwahhh-big-fuck.html' title='Fwahhh big fuck'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mot_NzeLug/TpaRrhUlCWI/AAAAAAAAEYM/57udrucbcpM/s72-c/faris.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2116608059382344970</id><published>2011-10-12T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T17:33:10.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>Sg vs jordan</title><summary type='text'>

Singapore vs Jordan, last night. (:
Singapore lost 3-0 to them, but mmm, I guess they tried their best.Thank you Abdil Qaiyyim for the tickets.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2116608059382344970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/sg-vs-jordan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2116608059382344970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2116608059382344970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/sg-vs-jordan.html' title='Sg vs jordan'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HbGsMtxCqkM/TpUvK_wjZ3I/AAAAAAAAEYA/S6IZpERGf68/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-5644162497404654667</id><published>2011-10-12T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T03:36:55.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurul Huda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Have fun babygirl</title><summary type='text'>

Have fun in Bangkok, babygirl. This is your virgin trip to overseas (Malaysia not included) without your family around and I hope you will take care of yourself. I hope the short meet up just now and the hugs will not make you homesick hehehe cause you'll be missing us too much. Be safe, and pray to God for your safety. Please come back home safe and sound, and text me once you have landed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/5644162497404654667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/have-fun-babygirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5644162497404654667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5644162497404654667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/have-fun-babygirl.html' title='Have fun babygirl'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REqf9_KWaaM/TpSXZk6vLCI/AAAAAAAAEXo/l32K-VzWRRo/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3187380101717961048</id><published>2011-10-11T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T02:55:13.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abdil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>All in a day. (:</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, I had a cycling date with Abdil Qaiyyim.
Hahahaha, maybe not a few days ago. It was last week I guess? After a few times that we actually kept postponing it cause we could not wake up to cycle because we were out the night before. Oh, and actually the night before, Ab and I was at the Night Safari visiting his long lost family. Heheheh.






So, it was cycling at East Coast Park </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3187380101717961048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-in-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3187380101717961048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3187380101717961048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-in-day.html' title='All in a day. (:'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHIEXKsmGuE/TpM9kQNVohI/AAAAAAAAEXM/VZNZqbImEmA/s72-c/cycling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4565801298141851166</id><published>2011-10-10T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:37:37.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile...</title><summary type='text'>I felt like there was a dire need to actually update something on this page.
Really wanted to make a comeback in blogging, but I guess the lazy bug caught up with me.
I've been saying that life is pretty hectic, but really, I'm just lying down at home with my laptop and playing my Sims Social and making sure I'll be done with the achievements and then, I don't know what's next. I know I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4565801298141851166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4565801298141851166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4565801298141851166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/10/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile...'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2770692407714578189</id><published>2011-08-14T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:56:17.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm actually updating this for the sake of it.
I don't know why, but the last post on this blog is a little annoying to me.

Life has been, hmm, a roller coaster ride la actually.

Actually, I'm lazy to update.
Catch me on twitter. @aniysh

bye</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2770692407714578189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-actually-updating-this-for-sake-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2770692407714578189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2770692407714578189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-actually-updating-this-for-sake-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8568470118555609459</id><published>2011-06-21T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:37:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAISH BERABUKKKK</title><summary type='text'>If you ask me to describe my life right now in two words, it would definitely, without any doubt,

"FUCKING AWESOME."

I'm that fucking serious. Please remove all thought of me having a relationship hangover, because as much as you guys desperately hoping me to be all upset and fucking drunk from hurt, I'm not. I'm pretty much having one of my best time in my life, so fucking awesome, if it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8568470118555609459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/06/haish-berabukkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8568470118555609459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8568470118555609459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/06/haish-berabukkkk.html' title='HAISH BERABUKKKK'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-649659403606150645</id><published>2011-06-04T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:12:16.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you very much</title><summary type='text'>So many things in my mind right now. I was previously so tired, but now that I've seen a few things, the wheel in my mind just keep spinning. Hate it when this happen. When I'm so tired, all I wanted was a decent sleep, but at 3.09 in the morning, I just can't. Firstly, there was the loss. Then, comes the pictures. After which, the chat. Really? All this in one night? You really think I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/649659403606150645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-you-very-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/649659403606150645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/649659403606150645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-you-very-much.html' title='Fuck you very much'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-899678963794091989</id><published>2011-06-03T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T01:01:57.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quite some time</title><summary type='text'>Just had a pretty decent conversation with a close friend of mine back then.
Finally, like after a gazillion months, I signed in to Messenger and of all the chats that popped out like suddenly, one struck me the most. Usually, on normal days, I wouldn't even had bothered to entertain this joker. Mostly because whatever he talks about are mostly crap. But this guy has apparently grown up so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/899678963794091989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/06/quite-some-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/899678963794091989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/899678963794091989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/06/quite-some-time.html' title='quite some time'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4692102620306181416</id><published>2011-06-01T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T01:14:44.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For better or for worse</title><summary type='text'>Thank you for everything.
For making me the person I am now, for making me stronger than I ever thought I would ever be. For sticking through thick and thin with me. For giving me the strength I needed to let things go. For being the only one who never left. For being patient with me. For knowing me better, inside out. For believing in me and knowing I'll go further that I ever dreamed of going. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4692102620306181416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-better-or-for-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4692102620306181416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4692102620306181416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title='For better or for worse'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-9085778682831059123</id><published>2011-05-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:57:13.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke</title><summary type='text'>You lost something I held so dear to me. I've never seen myself fought so hard for something I believed in, and that, that one thing I actually did, you threw it away so easily. Almost as easily as throwing away a tissue paper. At least a tissue paper would have served a purpose.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/9085778682831059123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/broke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/9085778682831059123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/9085778682831059123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/broke.html' title='Broke'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1687134109745960934</id><published>2011-05-25T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T23:41:15.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><summary type='text'>People around me asked me how did I moved on easily.

Let me put it this way.
When we broke up, I have two choices. I can either rot on my bed, cry my eyes out, deprive myself from my life and food, and think of dying. Or, I can actually get over it and live my damn life. The funny thing was, I chose both. I cried myself to sleep during the weekends, I didn't get up, I just rot on my bed and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/1687134109745960934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1687134109745960934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1687134109745960934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1813907994565759493</id><published>2011-05-25T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:20:31.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><summary type='text'>I'm writing this for the sake of myself &amp; the people I owe an explanation to.
If you don't think you belonged in any categories mentioned above, your sorry-assed remarks are not welcome.

So, we broke up.
After spending more than 15 months together, he realized that this wasn't what he wanted anymore, and there's absolutely nothing I could do about it because I've done my part, I did what I could</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/1813907994565759493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/closure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1813907994565759493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1813907994565759493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-7741364535455495313</id><published>2011-05-22T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:43:36.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had</title><summary type='text'>



I know I'm just emotionally abusing myself, but I want to keep this as a beautiful memory of us.
What we have was real, no one could ever deny that. I miss you so much.
I just wish I could rip your heart open, search through it on reasons as to why you had a change of heart.
I wish you could see that nobody could love you the way I do.

&lt;3 Faiz Anuar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/7741364535455495313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7741364535455495313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7741364535455495313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/had.html' title='Had'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NljL-UqbJ9o/Tdj2RccV_JI/AAAAAAAAEW4/-hwotkQ1BKE/s72-c/a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4835052681316278340</id><published>2011-05-12T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T02:06:55.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parody</title><summary type='text'>I just haveeeee to blog at this ungodly hour. It's 1.27am, and having class at 9am is no big joke, especially when you're mentally and physically drained. But like I said, I just haaaaaaaad to blog about this, as I honestly feels strongly about this issue.

Okay, first of all, read this : Sarah's Blog

Don't get me wrong. Sarah is one of my closest friend in school and I love her, so very much. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4835052681316278340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/parody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4835052681316278340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4835052681316278340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/parody.html' title='A Parody'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3257196718289260316</id><published>2011-05-11T14:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:47:16.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Democratic Party</title><summary type='text'>
I love how this video made me smile. (:

Ps. I used to really like Vivian Balakrishnann, mainly because he looks really handsome despite the age. But sigh, people with looks usually spoil their image by their heart and choice of words ain't it? So anyway, I realized that Vincent Wijeysingha is rather cute too, despite his hair, or lack of it. Too bad he's not one of the opposition ministers who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3257196718289260316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/singapore-democratic-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3257196718289260316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3257196718289260316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/singapore-democratic-party.html' title='Singapore Democratic Party'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2967333737616273902</id><published>2011-05-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:30:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at it's lowest</title><summary type='text'>I'm actually waiting for Glee to load and while I'm at that, I browsed around and realized how much I have abandoned my blog. So here I am, writing again, hopefully in the few years to come, I'm still alive and realized some things that I may never have the chance to realize now.

Life has been sucking the air out of me.
No hesitation there cause that's what I feel it is. My life at the moment is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2967333737616273902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-at-its-lowest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2967333737616273902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2967333737616273902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-at-its-lowest.html' title='Life at it&apos;s lowest'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2055935470242016980</id><published>2011-04-05T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:12:40.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are all those times?</title><summary type='text'>






You looked back and asked yourself where have all these gone to?
They used to play such a huge part in your life and now, they're just another person to you.That's life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2055935470242016980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-are-all-those-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2055935470242016980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2055935470242016980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-are-all-those-times.html' title='Where are all those times?'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBtIGaSbv-U/TZrEGgI0ZsI/AAAAAAAAEWc/6bV46-Df0FA/s72-c/IMG_5577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8048527775387177989</id><published>2011-04-05T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:18:57.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Faiz Anuar</title><summary type='text'>Just thought the world should know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8048527775387177989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-faiz-anuar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8048527775387177989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8048527775387177989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-faiz-anuar.html' title='I love you, Faiz Anuar'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1519790369850621531</id><published>2011-03-31T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:18:49.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a certain girl named F...</title><summary type='text'>Dear You,

Rule of life #1: You cannot find new friends when your old friends screwed up, get close to them and treat them like they are somebody special for awhile, and then when your old friends asked for forgiveness and you're all ready to forgive and forget, you cannot, I repeat, cannot, ditch these new friends of yours and start living your god damn life like as though you never met these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/1519790369850621531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-certain-girl-named-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1519790369850621531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1519790369850621531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-certain-girl-named-f.html' title='To a certain girl named F...'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2592830226912825244</id><published>2011-03-26T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:38:21.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 good reasons to have a boyfriend</title><summary type='text'>1. Good morning texts. 2. Late night phone calls. 3. Falling asleep on the phone. 4. “Babe, guess what?”. “What?”. “I love you”. (everyone does it)5. I miss you/I love you random phone calls.6. Being grabbed by the waist. 7. Kisses, especially on the forehead. 8. 127817392 photos together. 9. You guys fight, you walk away… He comes back for you. 10. He’s always there for you, through thick &amp; thin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2592830226912825244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-good-reasons-to-have-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2592830226912825244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2592830226912825244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-good-reasons-to-have-boyfriend.html' title='10 good reasons to have a boyfriend'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4828101584949534921</id><published>2011-03-14T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:56:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><summary type='text'>
This picture almost prove to me that the boy and I really look alike in a very sibling kind of way.Which can get really annoying especially with nurses and girls who thinks I'm his younger sister and kind of way to flirt with him and he seems to be encouraging it too since he sometimes tells other people I'm his sister.
Yup, he's a fucking asshole.And it's fucking annoying, I don't understand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4828101584949534921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4828101584949534921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4828101584949534921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rK4ooH5SfZg/TX3XZ1ZdHcI/AAAAAAAAEWY/Pf-fDXTpg80/s72-c/196254_1697180832693_1333026768_31884770_7562658_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-5542310189668114534</id><published>2011-03-03T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:22:26.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking point</title><summary type='text'>I think, if people had taken the effort to look at things at a microscopic view instead of looking at things a macroscopic view, then maybe things would have turned out differently. People have always been obsessed with looking at things at a bigger view, looking at the bigger picture that they lost focus on what really is in the picture. Sometimes people needs to know that what they see is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/5542310189668114534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/breaking-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5542310189668114534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5542310189668114534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/breaking-point.html' title='Breaking point'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2991883412284512942</id><published>2011-03-01T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:09:28.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold it together</title><summary type='text'>
Funny how when I was younger, I couldn't hold a relationship together for more than a month and now when it comes to you, 1 year went by so fast, I could still remember the first time I laid my eyes on you and I knew I wanted you. Truth be told, I wasn't really looking to settle down, cause I still wanna have fun living my teen life unsupervised and freely. I knew I wanted to have fun with you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2991883412284512942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/hold-it-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2991883412284512942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2991883412284512942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/03/hold-it-together.html' title='Hold it together'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RLyzEC0qwUA/TWzgreL_aDI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/LbXyEo63c1Q/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3999665075327085625</id><published>2011-02-28T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T02:03:54.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back...</title><summary type='text'>



Yup, I'm still alive and kicking, just a little occupied with life at the moment.Attachment started and ended for me in just a week since I really cannot stand the environment there, and at two weeks, Jie Wen is in the same boat as me and as at today, we will be meeting our Liaison Officer in school at 9am and I'm still awake because my body clock is screwed. Pretty much because I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3999665075327085625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/welcome-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3999665075327085625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3999665075327085625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back...'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XfhsQk3VdwU/TWqMfGPgpTI/AAAAAAAAEV4/F4YyMGVpEss/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6207665305753236862</id><published>2011-02-14T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T01:17:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes things happened and made me think.
I don't know about you guys, but I feel like sometimes people take us for granted.
I don't wish to put it here. But I'm sure my close friends understands.
If you don't, you're not that person.

Goodnight world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6207665305753236862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-things-happened-and-made-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6207665305753236862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6207665305753236862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-things-happened-and-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3522309797019710052</id><published>2011-02-11T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:36:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Moody</title><summary type='text'>
Okay, this is time aku feeling-feeling.Hidung aku kat gambar ni like very the mancung eh? I LIKE!
Tak suke, please pergi mampz.
So anyway, studying for my law paper which is tomorrow, but really kan, I don't quite grab the concept of studying. I realized that when I study, all I ever did was like read notes and dah, that's all. But I see my friends like really doing like questions and stuff. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3522309797019710052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/study-moody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3522309797019710052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3522309797019710052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/study-moody.html' title='Study Moody'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaF7zx2s2jQ/TVQWssVTb5I/AAAAAAAAEV0/OheSWDjdW7A/s72-c/26586_376972946192_734231192_4259155_2635078_n+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3356760582966450838</id><published>2011-02-09T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:38:27.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you busuk!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, yet another argument.
I get it. My perangai very cheebye to the max sometimes, and my moodswings are pretty uncertain, but one thing I really hate, and please emphasize on the word really, is someone taking a longer time than I do when I know that person have an ability to be faster than me. I don't like waiting for people, it's pretty obvious, I'll show people my black face once I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3356760582966450838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-you-busuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3356760582966450838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3356760582966450838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-you-busuk.html' title='Love you busuk!'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1321115850920212737</id><published>2011-02-09T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:29:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushy pussy</title><summary type='text'>Okay, a quick one before I start to study for my Sports Admin paper tomorrow.

I was at Vivocity's Daiso, as usual, finding chances to grab good deals with the momster.
I was happily pushing the trolley, then I parked it in front of me. Not literally, you idiots. Like placed it in front of me, so I can keep an eye on my stuffs while I'm looking other things. ( I just realized it's close to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/1321115850920212737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/pushy-pussy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1321115850920212737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1321115850920212737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/pushy-pussy.html' title='Pushy pussy'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4143237740927161868</id><published>2011-02-08T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T01:07:38.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Feb</title><summary type='text'>So, a few days ago I had a date with my mat, seeing how he just came back from his holidays with his family and how he is just dying to make up for leaving me all alone and unattended here in Singapore. Hehehe. We started the day early, like at 1pm, fetching me from my house in the Northeast side of Singapore and him coming from the East. 
Sometimes I really wonder if our relationship could last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4143237740927161868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/6th-feb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4143237740927161868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4143237740927161868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/6th-feb.html' title='6th Feb'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TVAiQmywiFI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/IlubcuxAClQ/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6101835800899688092</id><published>2011-02-07T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:30:33.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More updates...</title><summary type='text'>
Nothing much to update on, since there's not much going in my life lately other than the Sanggul Atelier Bridal Fashion Runway at Singapore Expo on the 5th of February. What causes the dampener was that, the boy was away for his holidays with his family while I was left alone to die in Singapore without any plans in mind. Technically, there was truckloads of plans coming from Fatin, which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6101835800899688092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6101835800899688092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6101835800899688092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-updates.html' title='More updates...'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TU60BMXKn8I/AAAAAAAAEUs/-dluF0Uth5Q/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8414035076532822244</id><published>2011-02-03T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:16:37.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch fit</title><summary type='text'> And so, it was a nice date. Predictable, but classic. We had lunch at Pastamania at Far East, loosen up my piercing as well. Then over to Cineleisure for a movie, Black Swan. Didn't know it was a thriller, I had a shock of my life in there. We had Swensens for desserts while waiting for the movie to start. Wanted to get some FroYo or Fried Mars Balls, but ahh, everywhere in Singapore was closed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8414035076532822244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/bitch-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8414035076532822244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8414035076532822244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/02/bitch-fit.html' title='Bitch fit'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TUmP_VFYHVI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/C6rmcxs9YkY/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4036128926303778088</id><published>2011-01-28T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:42:25.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway Addict</title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna miss pinky a whole lot comes the right day. Pinky has been there for me like all along, to work, to school and back home, back his house and everywhere else, it's all pinky. Now that the new one gonna be here soon, I don't quite know how to react because I've got a feeling it gives him a room full of excuses to not fetch me from anywhere now. Yeah, such is my life.Dear boyfriend, if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4036128926303778088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/highway-addict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4036128926303778088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4036128926303778088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/highway-addict.html' title='Highway Addict'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TUIsNsOOrzI/AAAAAAAAEUE/dXbYZ3mK2CY/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-5308490181522082423</id><published>2011-01-27T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:50:46.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><summary type='text'>I have no clue on how you do it, but every single time that I feel like giving up, I will hold on to you a little tighter because I know I would never find someone else who's gonna be there for me like you did. You can give me a million reason to go but I just need you to give me one reason to stay. Our first anniversary coming up, and I have mixed feelings about this, but just know that I'm a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/5308490181522082423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5308490181522082423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5308490181522082423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2463519823310466074</id><published>2011-01-24T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:44:15.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of lost hopes and love</title><summary type='text'>Note: I still love you and nothing shall and will and can ever change that.But things are not that simple anymore. You are not the same person you were last year and I might not be that same girl you fell in love with the first time. I don't know why we change but I heard that we can't help it. So I'm not going to blame you anymore for changing and all I can do now is just to hope things between </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2463519823310466074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-lost-hopes-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2463519823310466074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2463519823310466074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-lost-hopes-and-love.html' title='Of lost hopes and love'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1882926100405063404</id><published>2011-01-24T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:06:15.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love like this</title><summary type='text'> Dance around happily.Sigh, I don't know what came over my boyfriend last night but after his work and before my episode in Zouk, he met up with me to pass me a tub of Haagen Dasz ice cream, (macadamia nut somemore) and this cute little thing which I named it Piney cause he have this pineapple thingy on his head. Sigh, I could get use to surprises like this. Love you so much Faiz Anuar! (:



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/1882926100405063404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1882926100405063404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1882926100405063404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-like-this.html' title='Love like this'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TTxRHRDMJXI/AAAAAAAAET4/RiNPh7tJt18/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3650352479046369277</id><published>2011-01-22T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:48:39.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It hurts, but I know I can do this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3650352479046369277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-hurts-but-i-know-i-can-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3650352479046369277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3650352479046369277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-hurts-but-i-know-i-can-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1470737918170210362</id><published>2011-01-22T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T01:23:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dash of reality</title><summary type='text'>I can't even tell if all these, all these, are even worth it in the end. I can't even convince myself that it's me who'll be at the end of it all. I need a break from the world.



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/1470737918170210362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/dash-of-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1470737918170210362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1470737918170210362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/dash-of-reality.html' title='Dash of reality'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TTnAnXt3PwI/AAAAAAAAETk/84LiF_IIFfc/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3576210958192799980</id><published>2011-01-20T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T08:55:57.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat on replay</title><summary type='text'>I don't think I can keep on doing this anymore...



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3576210958192799980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/heartbeat-on-replay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3576210958192799980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3576210958192799980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/heartbeat-on-replay.html' title='Heartbeat on replay'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TTeH5mYl2aI/AAAAAAAAETU/2dId4HL8Oww/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8231441925894977908</id><published>2011-01-19T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:52:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For what it's worth</title><summary type='text'>For what it's worth, if there's anything else equally annoying and irritating but at the same time beautiful as my parents, my safest bet would have been you. Thank you for today baby. I love you like no other



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8231441925894977908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-what-it-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8231441925894977908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8231441925894977908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-what-it-worth.html' title='For what it&amp;#39;s worth'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TTXEvofg0GI/AAAAAAAAETI/0uiRbI1NJRg/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-9030808748102345852</id><published>2011-01-17T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:44:42.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity</title><summary type='text'>I'll keep you in my heart, now till the end of me.



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/9030808748102345852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/eternity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/9030808748102345852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/9030808748102345852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/eternity.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TTPzQ9UTMfI/AAAAAAAAES0/zQB_KeP27SE/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-904599516881432327</id><published>2011-01-15T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:17:34.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For now till forever</title><summary type='text'>Seeing how rocky we are and how I'm always ready to believe the worst in us, always jeopardize our relationship. I really want to trust you again, but let me take my time. I would rather  accuse you of lying then to believe you and realized you were lying. Selfish, I know, but it's only to protect myself from the worst. But still, I love you.Give me some time...



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/904599516881432327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/fof-now-till-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/904599516881432327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/904599516881432327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/fof-now-till-forever.html' title='For now till forever'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TTP7EuRlGCI/AAAAAAAAES8/bCaOKNsv_fM/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-7642368980844422301</id><published>2011-01-14T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T10:35:54.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little sister</title><summary type='text'>I'm really proud of my sister for scoring 20 for her o'levels even though that was not under the limit we set for her. Hahaha. My bro had 13 and I had 16 so she was supposed to fall in between. But it's okay, I'm sure she'll do well in the future.



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/7642368980844422301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-little-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7642368980844422301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7642368980844422301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-little-sister.html' title='My little sister'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TS-2HcYng_I/AAAAAAAAESk/__lJe-VjhD8/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-9043380558158648123</id><published>2011-01-13T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:47:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><summary type='text'> If you guys were wondering how Sentosa was for us, it was amazing. Love the boy. (:



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/9043380558158648123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/sentosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/9043380558158648123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/9043380558158648123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TS8eNpaKFGI/AAAAAAAAESY/_IziUEoUZAU/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3283505112231705663</id><published>2011-01-13T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:58:33.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise and Forever don't quite seems like what it means.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3283505112231705663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/promise-and-forever-don-quite-seems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3283505112231705663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3283505112231705663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/promise-and-forever-don-quite-seems.html' title='Promise and Forever don&amp;#39;t quite seems like what it means.'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TS6Ug58GeaI/AAAAAAAAESQ/IoraX-KsQys/s72-c/img_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-7789471670515428670</id><published>2011-01-12T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:25:56.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, not hate.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/7789471670515428670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-not-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7789471670515428670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7789471670515428670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-not-hate.html' title='Love, not hate.'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TS0tUNmG9eI/AAAAAAAAESM/Ppy5oSXGtg4/s72-c/img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4965213647131962806</id><published>2011-01-12T09:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:27:29.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend, My best</title><summary type='text'>Because he look so adorably funny and i want to be able to laugh at this 10 years later. (:Love you!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4965213647131962806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-boyfriend-my-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4965213647131962806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4965213647131962806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-boyfriend-my-best.html' title='My boyfriend, My best'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TS0Dft0O2rI/AAAAAAAAESI/q_YKWHXvCgw/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6441157063900942018</id><published>2011-01-11T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:43:46.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word</title><summary type='text'>I spent so much time thinking about us, what we were before, what we are now and what it'll be like for us in the future that I have lost so much time enjoying what I used to - which is enjoying every second with you but then if you had been more thoughtful or if you had been more observant you would realize that I am and was never good in forever because it was never a forever for me as I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6441157063900942018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6441157063900942018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6441157063900942018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/word.html' title='Word'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8258089121493970998</id><published>2011-01-04T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:39:45.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Months</title><summary type='text'>I hate you in February, then I liked you in March and fell in love with you on April. Then in May, I fell in love with all of you, the same way I did on June, July, August &amp; September. October, I though we were stronger, and maybe I love you even more, but in November you broke my heart everyday. Then December were the same, you broke my heart every second and now it's January. I want to fall in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8258089121493970998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8258089121493970998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8258089121493970998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2011/01/months.html' title='Months'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3689009933348689357</id><published>2010-12-26T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:45:17.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With you, I've come to the stage of willingness to push you off the bike, before it crashes onto your face and have it crush mine instead. To the stage of having it killed me instead of you. That's scary.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3689009933348689357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-you-ive-come-to-stage-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3689009933348689357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3689009933348689357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-you-ive-come-to-stage-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4743282184404031185</id><published>2010-12-25T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:28:38.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story telling</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I know it's Christmas and all, but I'm really just parking my butt on my bed right now and enjoying every moment of it by ransacking my make-up drawers and cleaning and putting it back together. Ahhh, the sight of it is now bearable but trust me when I say, give it 1 week, and it will all go back to au natural. And that being messy and god knows where all the cotton pads and tissues and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4743282184404031185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-telling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4743282184404031185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4743282184404031185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-telling.html' title='Story telling'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8238944109920591775</id><published>2010-12-24T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:18:01.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I get jealous very easily, especially so when the person in question is my love ones. I am just afraid that if one day, you'll realized that there are someone out there who are better than me, and who could make you smile and laugh so much more than me, that you'll leave me for them. I'm just afraid that now, that you know me inside out, that you know my weaknesses - that you'll get back at me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8238944109920591775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-get-jealous-very-easily-especially-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8238944109920591775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8238944109920591775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-get-jealous-very-easily-especially-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6528356500605768535</id><published>2010-12-19T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:34:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the way you lie</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6528356500605768535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-way-you-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6528356500605768535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6528356500605768535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-way-you-lie.html' title='Love the way you lie'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uelHwf8o7_U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-5913826159517349884</id><published>2010-12-18T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:35:27.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><summary type='text'>I could never withstand people who lie to me, what's more doing so to my face.
I've never felt so angry in my entire life before, and I think that was the final straw to it.
The trust is already wavering, I don't see a point in mending it anymore.

Ask yourself this - if having me was enough.
Because if it's not, it will never be and I just have to find someone who thinks having me is like having</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/5913826159517349884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5913826159517349884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5913826159517349884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/lies.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-723109296616588882</id><published>2010-12-16T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:42:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHEHE I LOVE ME LIFE</title><summary type='text'>Gonna be a short one before I crash.
His birthday was, although not much of a success, you've got to admit that on the day itself, it was almost perfect. The boy loved the surprises even though he doesn't say it, but that glint of happiness in his eyes and his blush was enough to say the unspoken words to me. I was so happy at the end of the day when I see him so happy with his favorite cake. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/723109296616588882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/hehehe-i-love-me-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/723109296616588882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/723109296616588882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/hehehe-i-love-me-life.html' title='HEHEHE I LOVE ME LIFE'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-5166030485220876992</id><published>2010-12-13T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:00:01.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 22nd Birthday!!</title><summary type='text'>
Happy 22nd Birthday, Baby Boy. :P
Thank you for being there for me all these while, be it thick or thin - but I'll always feel you're with me only during the good times hmff. Heh heh. I know this is only the first birthday we have celebrated with each other, aside from mine, but mmph, I hope there are many more to come. I'm sure we both surprised each other on how long we've been with and though</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/5166030485220876992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-22nd-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5166030485220876992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5166030485220876992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-22nd-birthday.html' title='Happy 22nd Birthday!!'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TQQfDC0kuyI/AAAAAAAAERc/Glm1h5TDrEA/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-5813942396060463017</id><published>2010-12-09T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:14:44.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not all that dumb</title><summary type='text'>Because I feel that since this is my personal blog, my personal achievements should follow suit.


...and also because I forgot to mention to my boyfriend that I was in the Director's List for last semester and he said he had yet to see the cert. (: I know I can't do this for academic semester, so I think TEP was my only hope and Alhamdullillah, something for my mum and the boy to be proud of.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/5813942396060463017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-all-that-dumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5813942396060463017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/5813942396060463017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-all-that-dumb.html' title='I&apos;m not all that dumb'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TQCdH-LIfqI/AAAAAAAAERY/SThaa-kwm5Y/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-585554596442990159</id><published>2010-12-09T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:59:24.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Sleeping at 5.30 in the morning, that was a really weird dream I had - seeing people I never thought I would.
I hope it doesn't mean anything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/585554596442990159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/585554596442990159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/585554596442990159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6737149566765839330</id><published>2010-12-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:01:16.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was thinking bout you</title><summary type='text'>
If M1 was a person, I would most probably get my hands on her neck and strangle the shit out of her.Imagine aku gadoh ngan Faiz for free niari. Buat kepale ku pening je. Never had I cursed the poor boy so much that I had to insert the word "fuck" and "asshole" to my phone's dictionary so that it will come up automatically. Today had to be it, and it's the cause of no other but M1 or it had to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6737149566765839330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-thinking-bout-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6737149566765839330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6737149566765839330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-thinking-bout-you.html' title='I was thinking bout you'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TP5jaTfHIAI/AAAAAAAAERU/KyXTCh-o3Ys/s72-c/Search+results+for+Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-7215423495281592959</id><published>2010-12-06T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:50:57.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's up</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you make me wonder why I fought so hard for you in this battle.
Sometimes losing is so much more worthwhile than staying so hard for things you're battling out alone when you shouldn't. Sometimes even when you don't win, you could still salvage some pride of your own and live with it. Sometimes, it's not all about winning, because I would rather lose this fight than losing you but then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/7215423495281592959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/times-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7215423495281592959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7215423495281592959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/times-up.html' title='Time&apos;s up'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4816040264166015875</id><published>2010-12-06T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:17:21.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging</title><summary type='text'>

So we had our virgin picnic together.
Not really the kind of picnic I imagine to have with him, but this will do I guess, for a starter.
Bubs wanted to jog and although I felt like joining him, fate was against me as a pair of shoes are in my locker in school and the other at work. So if I were to jog, I'll be jogging in my sandals which is such a no-no. So I told him to pack a mat so I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4816040264166015875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4816040264166015875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4816040264166015875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TPu5lLQxdgI/AAAAAAAAERA/V6Lvtl_ARIY/s72-c/NEWCOCK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8224217663707269339</id><published>2010-12-05T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:57:52.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Updates!</title><summary type='text'>As promised, I'm gonna post a short write up on a few occasions that happened in the month of November cause I think November was one of the best months, with so many surprises (hahaha!) and although there are some off days for me, it also gave me one of my best days. So here goes,

JOY'S 18TH SURPRISE CELEBRATION


All I remembered was not going to school on that day, and feeling all excited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8224217663707269339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/november-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8224217663707269339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8224217663707269339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/november-updates.html' title='November Updates!'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TPsQINdqUoI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/iByJUtSB1cU/s72-c/cool2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-7924747746355409173</id><published>2010-12-05T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:20:04.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes my thoughts would get pretty messed up.
I know that everything is all pretty and all lovey dovey and really just amazing, but what if one day, when we both had all our hearts in it and all we hope for was to be together, and that just couldn't happen? What if one day all these just had to go and one of us had to leave. What will I be left with then? As much as I don't want it to happen,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/7924747746355409173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/second-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7924747746355409173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7924747746355409173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/second-thoughts.html' title='Second thoughts'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8119519295368761049</id><published>2010-12-04T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:22:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up at 0930 to make sure the boy is awake for his work in the morning.
And I love it when he says all those sweet little things in the morning, even if it was a line or two.
Definitely a very good start to my morning, in which I later woke up after noon only to shower at 1700 for the dinner date for a belated birthday celebration with the Momsie &amp; Sissy(s) with Bobby. Too bad Love couldn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8119519295368761049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-woke-up-at-0930-to-make-sure-boy-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8119519295368761049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8119519295368761049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-woke-up-at-0930-to-make-sure-boy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6192119595489866280</id><published>2010-12-04T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:38:11.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal 8teen</title><summary type='text'>

Now that I finally am able to do everything under my power (as though I haven't been, heh heh heh), I am finally able to enroll for the bike license that I have been wanting so much. Except that, that will have to wait till after the boy's birthday, because if not, I'm pretty sure I'll be so damn broke if I were to enroll now. Besides, the frequent thunderstorms lately has been pretty upsetting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6192119595489866280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/legal-8teen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6192119595489866280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6192119595489866280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/12/legal-8teen.html' title='Legal 8teen'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TPsHg0s2OoI/AAAAAAAAEQA/pVCVCY7uQCw/s72-c/birthday4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4558553692831537337</id><published>2010-11-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:08:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises!</title><summary type='text'>Quick quick quick post.

First of all, I promise you guys a very good update once I have the time.
I have been having quite a number of great days and I want to share it, but not now.
Remind me to blog about these:

1) Joy's Surprise Celebration
2) Date with the boy @ East Coast Park
3) Back to the past with the girls @ Mount Faber
4) Hockey POL-ITE
5) Alia's Mini Surprise
6) Flea @ SCAPE with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4558553692831537337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4558553692831537337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4558553692831537337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/promises.html' title='Promises!'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4290602665569127444</id><published>2010-11-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:29:17.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are bullshit</title><summary type='text'>

Some people are bullshit when it comes to handling businesses.
Do what you say, and when terms are being unexpressed, we suppose it's not there. You're a new business, we do not have previous handling to fall back to. So, fuck you and your business. Hope you rot in hell. Blocking me does not mean I can't view your damn page, asshole sisters from Tampines New Town.

Bloody rot in hell already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4290602665569127444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-people-are-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4290602665569127444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4290602665569127444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-people-are-bullshit.html' title='Some people are bullshit'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TOpSxbtjZbI/AAAAAAAAEPk/vsT_zVW6yag/s72-c/birks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1102948013287750432</id><published>2010-11-11T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:38:52.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap it up</title><summary type='text'>So many things happened lately, and I know I haven't been updating, but all chill and deal with it okay? Heheh. On Sunday, I had a date with the boy after so long. We went to East Coast and we cycled all the way to Changi Coastal Walk. Super far, but we didn't quite feel it when we were heading back. Sat down at the waterbreakers for a little while to catch our breath, and then we head down to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/1102948013287750432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/wrap-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1102948013287750432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1102948013287750432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/wrap-it-up.html' title='Wrap it up'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8990696152567925843</id><published>2010-11-08T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:12:20.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><summary type='text'>
I feel really sad and hopeless whenever the boy gets all moody and sad. Even though he had never once mentioned to me if he was sad or disappointed in anybody, I know when he is. I feel hopeless whenever the boy feels out of place with his friends now, or whenever the boys went out to play and he didn't get invited, I felt like shit because I know it's all because of me he didn't go out with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8990696152567925843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8990696152567925843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8990696152567925843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TNdNI5wGQbI/AAAAAAAAEPg/eGoDuaobzzo/s72-c/Search+results+for+Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1695857994479767350</id><published>2010-11-05T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:46:16.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be there at the end of the day</title><summary type='text'>



Want to know what's the best thing about falling in love?
You'd fall, sure, but the part where you bounce up high with the one you love?
The feeling is just indescribable.

Thank you for the night talk, for your shoulders, for your hugs and your kisses.
I'll see you tomorrow. &lt;3
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On Tuesday, NYP had a game against TP, and we managed to clinch it even after all those tough and dirty fights. Really good game, and got to see Ng Si Hui play after so long. She's still as good, and she's one helluva asshole to really put her life on a line for TP Hockey. I swear to God, if Sab really swing that stick, I am pretty sure, the least it would do to you was to detach your head from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2788159943550416970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/joy-to-power-of-infinity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2788159943550416970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2788159943550416970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/joy-to-power-of-infinity.html' title='Joy to the Power of Infinity'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TNJzmBPSghI/AAAAAAAAEPU/z2Pj2X-JIuc/s72-c/cool1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3902925372775672085</id><published>2010-11-04T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:14:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Heartbreak</title><summary type='text'>
Sometimes, things get really hard for the both of us. We both have the same kind of temper, and level of ego which sometimes can be a pain in the ass. We are both stubborn, egoistical and temperamental and most of the time to the the extent of hurting the other party. I know I wrote a whole bunch of bullshit below, and I know at that point of time, I really meant what was being said, and 99% </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3902925372775672085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3902925372775672085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3902925372775672085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-heartbreak.html' title='Post Heartbreak'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TNJnbASgJcI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/briDjGPstcg/s72-c/58774_429920514951_575454951_5132114_1441218_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6869818996374863322</id><published>2010-11-03T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:52:54.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The fact that he said, "Call me when you're feeling better" only points out the obvious to me.
He's just gonna be there for the good times, not otherwise.
What good is that?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6869818996374863322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/fact-that-he-said-call-me-when-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6869818996374863322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6869818996374863322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/fact-that-he-said-call-me-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6295229052181501511</id><published>2010-11-03T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:57:12.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Deal</title><summary type='text'>I think this time it's for real.
Why keep on picking up the shits he handed you just because you love him? Doesn't make anymore sense to me right now. Why stick by a person, too egoistic enough to ever admit his fault, and whenever he said any sorry, he never meant it anyway and the only reason he said sorry was just to shut you up? Sometimes, the best decision is to pack up your baggage, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6295229052181501511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/real-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6295229052181501511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6295229052181501511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/real-deal.html' title='Real Deal'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6870329108057925988</id><published>2010-11-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:53:06.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushy post numero infinity</title><summary type='text'>8 out of 10 times that we talk or walk, he always pisses me off at some point in time, but of the remaining 2, he's definitely the best person to be sad to, because his hands never fail to hug me and wipe dry those tears. He doesn't mind kissing and smelling my busuk face just to make me feel better and I know sometimes I'm pretty much the asshole and the major bitch in the relationship and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6870329108057925988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/mushy-post-numero-infinity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6870329108057925988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6870329108057925988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/mushy-post-numero-infinity.html' title='Mushy post numero infinity'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TM7BvQIG7gI/AAAAAAAAEPM/zfNL22bufSg/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1998034583377515683</id><published>2010-11-01T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:32:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, when you got me upset, I'm standing on a fine line between giving up and seeing how much more I can take. There's a limit to everyone, and I know we're not how we were a few months back, but I hope we'll get that smile and spring to our step back again because I know we can be so much more than we are right now, and I'm glad that you see a future with me. It means I'm not wasting my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/1998034583377515683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/glad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1998034583377515683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1998034583377515683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/11/glad.html' title='Glad'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3618052852218145710</id><published>2010-10-30T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:56:49.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear F,</title><summary type='text'>You know how we've known each other for so long, but you never knew me entirely? You were never there for my games, for my big moments, be it winning or losing - you were just never there before? Sometimes all I really need from you is for you to show me that you support me, that you'll be in it with me through thick or thin, through whatever. Sometimes all I needed was for you to watch my game </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3618052852218145710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3618052852218145710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3618052852218145710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-f.html' title='Dear F,'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2392853136869869000</id><published>2010-10-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:46:24.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knight In Shining Armour;</title><summary type='text'>
Apparently, we are some awesome people.
He's my Ironman. &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2392853136869869000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/knight-in-shining-armour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2392853136869869000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2392853136869869000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/knight-in-shining-armour.html' title='Knight In Shining Armour;'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TMb3lI1vHzI/AAAAAAAAEPA/5UM7dS_HsY8/s72-c/hahahaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-621144247821169040</id><published>2010-10-20T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:29:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Chatter</title><summary type='text'>
Cb. This woman want to shit must have feeling sia. What kind of feeling?
Feel horny then can shit is it? -_-

Want to shit, just shit la.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/621144247821169040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/mindless-chatter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/621144247821169040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/621144247821169040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/mindless-chatter.html' title='Mindless Chatter'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TL5FqYaQgJI/AAAAAAAAEO8/6mjCYdLfRUc/s72-c/jkfhsdkjhfsdhfkjdhs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-217697848779484788</id><published>2010-10-20T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:01:45.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><summary type='text'>It's really times like these that I questioned myself for staying, for going through that whole ordeal of having my heart broken into million pieces in a single phone call, having to see myself fall apart and have my eyes itch the same as my heart. If anyone were to ask why I still hang around, my answer will in indefinite. I will not have the answer to it, but maybe because I loved him. My heart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/217697848779484788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/sleepless-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/217697848779484788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/217697848779484788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8679841135094039420</id><published>2010-10-19T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:34:09.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're right. Talking to me is a waste of time &amp; I'm glad you got over it. Take care.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8679841135094039420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8679841135094039420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8679841135094039420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-6715200821688928642</id><published>2010-10-19T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:56:45.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I don't even know why I ever expect anything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/6715200821688928642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-dont-even-know-why-i-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6715200821688928642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/6715200821688928642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-dont-even-know-why-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-1461195930935369257</id><published>2010-10-17T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:44:11.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway</title><summary type='text'>Can't wait. The boy &amp; I might be heading somewhere in December for a short getaway, then another short getaway to KL early next year with Sissy &amp; Farid and then a few months later off to Bali with them again. Hhehee, need to save up alot alot alot. So expect me to work like mad during my weekends. *grins*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/1461195930935369257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1461195930935369257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/1461195930935369257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/getaway.html' title='Getaway'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4334936589916185484</id><published>2010-10-16T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:49:00.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily blahs</title><summary type='text'>This is almost close to be the first on my 'Very Tiring Day' list.It's really of no joke when I have gym shift in the morning, and I had to stay throughout the whole day just so that I could take my 2.4km run and my pull up - which I think I did well, seeing that the last time I ran was hmm, I couldn't even remember. Worst still, I have friendly against NP Hockey team after the run. Please try to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4334936589916185484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/daily-blahs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4334936589916185484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4334936589916185484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/daily-blahs.html' title='Daily blahs'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8577185804661349114</id><published>2010-10-12T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:20:26.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Disgrace</title><summary type='text'>Some people in this country just don't know when to shut the fuck up, do they?
It is apparently not enough that their people is squeezing the minority into scarcity, but they just have to irritate the shit out of us, by posting such mindless things on Stomp. Seriously, if you don't have anything to do at home, just fucking wank yourself and drink your semen.
Source : http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8577185804661349114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/racial-disgrace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8577185804661349114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8577185804661349114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/racial-disgrace.html' title='Racial Disgrace'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-7569893497555035889</id><published>2010-10-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:40:51.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Blues</title><summary type='text'>I am very frustrated to learn that I will not be having holidays for the rest of my life in poly. ( I admit even that is too extreme and obviously exaggerated to a certain extent. ) Firstly, I started off my Year 2 Sem 1 in TEP, which also means that its 5 weeks of studying then move to 9 weeks if events management and then another 8 weeks in the gym. After which, I will straight away start on my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/7569893497555035889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7569893497555035889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7569893497555035889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-blues.html' title='School Blues'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-7415275245115483036</id><published>2010-10-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:48:48.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><summary type='text'>You know how when you were younger you have all these things that you wanna do when you grow up, all these places you wanted to go when you are older and all the things you want to become when the age is right but now that you think you're old enough - you never come around doing the things you said you wanna do, go to the places you wanna go and become the things you wanna be? When I was younger</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/7415275245115483036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7415275245115483036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/7415275245115483036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary,'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-3994870878142630158</id><published>2010-10-04T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:47:48.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Escape</title><summary type='text'>The boy &amp; I have been pigging out lately. ):
Which is bad, because now that whenever I am being his pillion, it feels like I am hugging a deflated soccer ball. I mean yes, I love him. But it would have certainly been better if I feel like I am hugging the person instead of a ball. What if one day I can't even touch my hands when I am hugging him from the back? How then? Cannot like that uh. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/3994870878142630158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-escape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3994870878142630158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/3994870878142630158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-escape.html' title='Great Escape'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-2639937142148995623</id><published>2010-10-04T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:08:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tit for Tat</title><summary type='text'>
Then you got me thinking why should I bother about people who don't matter? Those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter. I am sorry if being me annoys you, but just for the record, I have my principles and I keep my words straight. If it's too blunt for you to take it, be like dick and fuck off. I don't live to please anybody, and as long as I know I am honest to myself, I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/2639937142148995623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/tit-for-tat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2639937142148995623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/2639937142148995623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/tit-for-tat.html' title='Tit for Tat'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TKi4Pb6ed-I/AAAAAAAAEO4/eP7xXV7TR5M/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-532390306930151964</id><published>2010-10-02T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:22:18.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain</title><summary type='text'>
You need to come up behind her and wrap your arms around her and let her friends get jealous. She loves you more than you can imagine, no matter how much she doesn't show it. But you boy, you need to show her how much you love her so she isn't afraid to show it back.


Got this off a tumblr post. Just thought you should know. &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/532390306930151964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/explain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/532390306930151964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/532390306930151964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/10/explain.html' title='Explain'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/TKaknzJ52mI/AAAAAAAAEOw/85zKtRcq2hc/s72-c/IMG_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-8752058051082401353</id><published>2010-09-30T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:41:36.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><summary type='text'>It's true.
The heart feels what the eyes fail to see.
And my feelings never fail me before, I don't see it ever do.

Some things have reason, even reason couldn't understand.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/8752058051082401353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/09/speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8752058051082401353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/8752058051082401353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/09/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19684288.post-4467663967204999840</id><published>2010-09-26T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:39:11.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><summary type='text'>You know how you just feel like you're at the losing end, and if you hold it you'd fall, but if you let go it will fall? It's both ends dead because if you let go, it means you're letting go that part of you that keeps you alive, but if you hold on, you'd die anyway? It's like that. Either way, I'm defeated.

I'm done riding the roller coaster.
And this would be the last night I'm crying over you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/feeds/4467663967204999840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4467663967204999840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19684288/posts/default/4467663967204999840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniysh.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Aniysh a.k.a Nur Annisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05877208800500696841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPHRwJpGROU/So_dutrBJ3I/AAAAAAAADUs/LW54u41ip7g/S220/aniysh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
