﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>annesue's Xanga</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from annesue</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>fuyooooooh!!!!</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/606312401/fuyooooooh/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/606312401/fuyooooooh/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 12:09:07 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;this blog is officially very old.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;BUT, i haven't actually blogged here in more then a year. ahahah.. so this is just another yearly update! :)&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/606312401/fuyooooooh/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, July 17, 2006</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/509146952/item/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/509146952/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2006 09:18:44 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;crap... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;it's really been a while since i actually posted &lt;EM&gt;anything&lt;/EM&gt; in this blog.. about a &lt;STRONG&gt;year&lt;/STRONG&gt; plus..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;so i shall update this blog, with this post. it's nothing much, just an entry to just say&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;i'm still alive!&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; =D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/509146952/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, April 20, 2005</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/246272444/item/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/246272444/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2005 15:50:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;"The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy" -Jim Rohn &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;wow. deep. and so effing true. ouch. gah. sleepy. sick. my phone is dying. my credit is dead. i'm going to bed right now. night.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/246272444/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, April 20, 2005</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/246267189/item/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/246267189/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2005 15:35:56 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1111333072_uizA_grief.JPG" border="0" alt="Grief"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are sad because of your grief
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/Why%20are%20you%20sad%3F%20%5Bamazing%20pictures%5D%20For%20darker%20people/" target="_new"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Why are you sad? [amazing pictures] For darker people&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com" target="_new"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/246267189/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, April 19, 2005</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/245869285/item/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/245869285/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2005 23:23:42 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;okkk... i have a moral test coming up soon, and i haven't studied. whahahaha... i'm gonna fail. 21 nilais. hahahah.. die die die die die die die. syira, syahida, izzat, alwi, azreen, shaz, all the malay people in my class have went on a field trip to this mekkah in m'sia thingy. they'll be gone for the whole day i think. oh well..&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i sent an email. and i was so afraid of the reply, but he gave me a sweet one anyways. it hurts. he's over meeh. oh well. should known. i knew it. some where deep down inside of me. but still. ouch. it hurts so much to let go. i cna't let go. goddamnit!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;good thing is, joanne preread my letter first. to get her reaction. she literally forced me to send it. and i did. without altering a single thing. and i'm glad i did. coz then now i know. it's not gonna take much longer. i'm finally slowly, gonna learn all over again, to let go, and let myself down slowly so that i wo'nt come crashing down onto the ground like i usually do. it's scary when i do that to myself. and it hurts, coz there's no one there to catch me.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;wheeee... having ict now. not doing anything. ict replaced math, so next monday, there'll be math. scary. oh well.. i gtg now. i wanna reply that mail. and smile through out the day i guess.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;heartaches and heartbreaks come hand in hand.&amp;nbsp;when you lose someone important, then u'll understand, the pain of everything and everyone around, &amp;nbsp; the people who have been hurt, many more times around.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i could never understand why people said they were inlove, till it struck me, that i myself was. the many definitions which people gave, were all acurate in their own way, but to me, it will always remain, undescribable.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;that is love in my point of view.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/245869285/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, April 15, 2005</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/242780495/item/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/242780495/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 04:16:46 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;wheeee... i'm bored. now i'm in school. stayed back coz i have to help decorate the class for tomorrow and sunday's open day. it's just me n syira. yay! funness. somewhat like it larr..&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i've finished my bm, history, english, and math tests. i now have lit in eng, econs, accounts, moral and science. i gurantee that i might fail at least half!! =D and i'm happy about it. eish. weird.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;aite gtg help decorate the class now. mebbe i might blog at home. byeee.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/242780495/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, April 04, 2005</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/235989225/item/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/235989225/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 22:48:02 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;wheee... i'm blogging in school again. it's a tuesday morning. 7.45am. wheee... my finger doesn't hurt so much anymore. that's a good thing. having a painful index finger is not good for a person. it hurts a lot! i'm bored right now.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i need to find things to do to entertain myself. coz there's nothing much to do! =D&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i went for my prefect interview yesterday during lunch. i don't think i'm gonna get into the second interview though. then i had econs tuition after that. was fun. somewhat. the teacher is cool. but a bit scary. acctually much scary if i actually think about it&amp;nbsp;but nvm.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i'll blog more later when i get home. or mebbe today i'm going to ou with syira to watch be cool. dunno la. see first. ttyl.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/235989225/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, April 04, 2005</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/235513800/item/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/235513800/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 03:01:55 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;eff. i terblogged so 2 entries came up.. aiyo. my eyeballs hurt. they feel as if it's gonna pop outta my eye holes. payne...&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/235513800/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, April 04, 2005</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/235513603/item/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/235513603/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 03:01:35 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;wheee... right now i'm having ict, and i can't do any anything coz my angelfire webbie won't load. that page is for the school webbie that needs to be registered. &lt;A href="http://www.angelfire.com/crazy3/annesue" target="_new"&gt;www.angelfire.com/crazy3/annesue&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;geez. the teacher's voice. omg. high. scary.. ahh.. can't blame anything or anyone. i haven't been blogging lately. i'm getting to dark and gloomy? well. i dunno. i'm screwed. accounts is after this, and i left my buku jernal, tunai and buku lejar at home. aiyo. die. die.die.die.die.die.die.die!!!!!!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i'm tired. i cut my finger last night. eating crabs. nive. yummy. but right now my index finger on muh left hand hurts!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;teacher's coming now. gtg. blog again later. byeeee&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/235513603/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, March 29, 2005</title><link>http://annesue.xanga.com/231625280/item/</link><guid>http://annesue.xanga.com/231625280/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 15:25:05 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;there's something wrong with me. i'm serious. not just the usual lalala wrong, but the deeper kinda wrong that usually doesn't hit me often. just when i'm really depressed from thinking too much or, being pressured [which is not that often], or just plain PMS. gah. there's alotta things wrong with me.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i dunno. i'm being so touchy lately. i'm so zoned, blur, touchy, even bitchier then usual. i do'nt get it. mebbe it was from thinking too much. i realise that i prefer to inflict mental torture on myself.. it's less appealing. i mean physical mutilation leaves scars, visible for people, and then u get pity and stuffs. i don't think i like that&amp;nbsp;much. mental torture is better. hurts more when i scare and torture myself into a small lil corner of my own mind.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;gah. i'm such a sadist. and it's towards myself! i'm supposed to be writing this in my journal, but i'm lazy to write. i have work to do, so i'm gonna type. makes me feel happier.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;they say that if you love someone, let them go, and if they return, then you'll know that it's true love. could it really be? heh. part of me is hoping on that. everytime i see him, i'll wish, something, anything might happen. but that hope is nothing more then a flicker of the flame in the dark. why am i still hoping? why can't i let go?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;forget about it. i'm gonna go sleep now. keeping this here until i use the comp tomorrow. nite. ttyl. &lt;A href="http://bananaoil.iridescent-dreams.net/" target="_new"&gt;http://bananaoil.iridescent-dreams.net/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://annesue.xanga.com/231625280/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>