<?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-10598613</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:32:09.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaBYAnNa</title><subtitle type='html'>i am a dreamer, dreamed to reach the stars.
i am a smile who put bliss on people's face.
i am a candle in the night who lights up the dark.
i am a spirit who touches people's heart.
i am a flower too delicate to ruin.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anna_im_orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703273449157437450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-111158281436421407</id><published>2005-03-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:00:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams do come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me and my baby are dating for nearly 3 months already and I didn't realize that he will love me. I was the one who first fell in love and I let him know how I feel for him. At first I know he cant fall for me cause he loves someone else. It hurts but still I continue to see him. Weeks passed and tears were already shed. Storm frequently came and I was about to give up but a big change was made. He realized that he loves me. I was so happy after he told me that he didn't want me to go. I realized that dreams do come true because since the day I fell for him, I've been wishing for him. I dreamed that he'll be my prince who will fight against the dreadful dragon to save me. Those are fairy tales but I believe that eventhough he will not fight a dragon for me, he will still be that guy whom I will keep in my heart till its very last beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="patty.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10598613-111158281436421407?l=babyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/111158281436421407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10598613&amp;postID=111158281436421407' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/111158281436421407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/111158281436421407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/2005/03/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams do come true'/><author><name>anna_im_orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703273449157437450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-110915922998631603</id><published>2005-02-23T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T19:49:17.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;On Bended Knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Boyz II Men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Darling I, I can't explain,&lt;br /&gt;Where did we lose our way,&lt;br /&gt;'Girl it's driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I just need one more chance,&lt;br /&gt;To prove my love to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if you come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll guarantee,&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Can we go back to the days&lt;br /&gt;Our love was strong.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me how&lt;br /&gt;A perfect love goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody tell me&lt;br /&gt;How to get things back,&lt;br /&gt;The way they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, give me the reason,&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on bended knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;I'll never walk again,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on bended knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;So many nights I dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;Holding my pillow tight I know,&lt;br /&gt;That I don't need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;When I open up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To face reality,&lt;br /&gt;Every moment without you,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you, begging you come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Baby, I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for all the wrong I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home girl.&lt;br /&gt;I know you put all your trust in me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I let you down.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm gonna swallow my pride,&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Stop pointing fingers,&lt;br /&gt;The blame is on me.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new life,&lt;br /&gt;And I want it with you.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let it go.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta believe in the spirit of love,&lt;br /&gt;It will heal all things,&lt;br /&gt;Won't hurt any more.&lt;br /&gt;No I don't believe our love's terminal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Begging you please,&lt;br /&gt;Come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna build a new life,&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you my wife,&lt;br /&gt;Raise a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10598613-110915922998631603?l=babyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/110915922998631603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10598613&amp;postID=110915922998631603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110915922998631603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110915922998631603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song....'/><author><name>anna_im_orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703273449157437450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-110915843680343742</id><published>2005-02-23T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T19:33:56.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1t77de" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1t77e9" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F riends 'til the end, is what was once spoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O r is that just what you wanted to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;R eally, I'd be heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E veryday, I thank God for you in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;V ery often do I forget to say, "I love you,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ven when I don't feel like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;R emember me when you're scared and remember I care about you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;N ever take anything for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ven if there was a fight or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;V ery Lucky am I, to have you as my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E veryday I think about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;R emembering we're gonna be forever friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ven if we're both scared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;N ever will I say Good- Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D idn't I always say, "Forever Never Ends?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;S o, please believe me when I say, "Forever Friends." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10598613-110915843680343742?l=babyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/110915843680343742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10598613&amp;postID=110915843680343742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110915843680343742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110915843680343742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/2005/02/friends-forever.html' title='Friends forever!'/><author><name>anna_im_orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703273449157437450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-110911937851370587</id><published>2005-02-23T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T08:42:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1t3mmd" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10598613-110911937851370587?l=babyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/110911937851370587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10598613&amp;postID=110911937851370587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110911937851370587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110911937851370587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/2005/02/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>anna_im_orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703273449157437450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-110911935076600824</id><published>2005-02-23T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T08:42:30.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10598613-110911935076600824?l=babyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/110911935076600824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10598613&amp;postID=110911935076600824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110911935076600824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110911935076600824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anna_im_orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703273449157437450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-110864636351530278</id><published>2005-02-17T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:48:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;FriEnd..</title><content type='html'>"I trust my friends so much but once they betray me I dont know if they can win my trust back in just a snap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if what my friend did to me last month was a betrayal. I wasn't sure if it was because I have a different perspective and so does she. The thing is I didnt gave her the authority to talk about it and bluff about it. Well I wasnt sure for the things she said but it made me look like "the bad person". For what she did, she ruined my reputation. I can't deny the fact that I made a mistake but if people would really know the truth, they'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend. I miss talking to her. I miss her laugh, her corny jokes and even her moody attitude. I want to approach her but I can't swallow my pride. I hope there will be a time when I am ready to talk to her and forget about the incident. Time will come that I will see her again, waiting for me at the end of a road, and the two of us will be ready to travel a new road together with our other friends.Our friendship will again journey to the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend, if you're reading this now, what do you think? Are you ready to travel that road with us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10598613-110864636351530278?l=babyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/110864636351530278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10598613&amp;postID=110864636351530278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110864636351530278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110864636351530278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/2005/02/friend.html' title='&gt;&gt;FriEnd..'/><author><name>anna_im_orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703273449157437450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-110864621422656912</id><published>2005-02-17T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:53:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RemiNders LoVErs</title><content type='html'>ReMiNdErS FoR Th0sE iN LoVe AnD FoR ThOsE Wh0 WiLl Be iN LoVe SoMeDaY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never try to change your loved one to suit your own taste. It defeats the purpose of falling in love with him/her for what he/she really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. More often than not, it is THE EX that couples often fight about. Try not to. In the first   place, both of you know very well that you're glad to have found each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys will forever be thinking of different girls the whole day. But it is who's in their hearts that they will be always thinking of every night before they sleep at night (hoping that they dream of her that night as They sleep too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After a fight and you stay up sad, can't sleep and thinking of your loved one, I guarantee that he/she is doing the same thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. After being with each other for so long, never forget the little things that made you fall in love with him/her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Loving someone isn't about seeing him/her as often as you can. It's about trusting each other that both of you love and yearn for one's company. The moment you start counting the number of times you call/see/spend time/talk with each other then chances are the one who is keeping tabs has the problem. Love is more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Too much jealousy can kill, but a little of it is healthy. Besides, it's nice to know that your loved one fears losing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It's pointless to be in a relationship if you can't see yourself spending the rest of your life with him/her. True love is not a pastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For guys: So what if your abs isn't as defined or gush-worthy? Or you don't look any bit like   Brad Pitt?For girls: So what if you don't have big boobs that are drool-worthy? Or you don't look any bit like Heather Graham? Whatever you feel you lack physically, your bf/gf still sees you as the hottest, most attractive person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Never underestimate the value of holding hands. It was the first time you knew you love and are loved in return by the person you're with now. And it was the prelude to the kiss. "Let lips do what hands do: they kiss." (Romeo &amp; Juliet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Look forward to spending time with him/her. Time spent together should never be an obligation or part of a routine because this leads to taking the fun out of being with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't undervalue laughter. Just like the previous statement, fun is also a considerable aspect of a long-lasting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Support each other. Motivate one another. Don't be insecure at the success of your loved one. Besides, you may not know it, but you play a vital role in inspiring him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Small random acts of sweetness have guaranteed tremendous effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When you fight, what's the use of prolonging your agony? Don't let pride waste time that should be spent happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When having a serious fight and you ask yourself whether or not your    relationship is worth rescuing and your answer is a "yes"; with conviction, then you must be right. But if deep inside, your answer is "I'm not really sure", you may not be aware of it, but it leans on the "no" answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Say "I love you" because you mean it, and not because you have to. Don't hold back on saying it out of the blue too. Besides, you'll never get a negative reaction from doing so. And it will feel good for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Never take for granted the word "sweetheart or honey". Do all the sweet, mushy stuff, but don't ever forget that he/she is a friend too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10598613-110864621422656912?l=babyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/110864621422656912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10598613&amp;postID=110864621422656912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110864621422656912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110864621422656912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/2005/02/reminders-lovers.html' title='RemiNders LoVErs'/><author><name>anna_im_orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703273449157437450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-110864590678346743</id><published>2005-02-17T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:13:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They had a tryst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the blue moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With shimmering stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dancing fireflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She held his hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And divulged her love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he just laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a dull expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain poured &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he left her weeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He made her look fool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For she believed in him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her body weakens &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As she pity herself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears are shed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As she envisions the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's in sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When memories loom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like lights in her mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But darkness in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wants to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stop begging for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But an unfinished puzzle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emerge in her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything was almost perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But why did he leave?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did she do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be worthy of this agony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can never end her story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a smile on her face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until she finds the answer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To this mystifying dilemma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10598613-110864590678346743?l=babyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-110820030677106246</id><published>2005-02-12T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T17:25:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.babyanna.blogspot.com/"&gt;im orange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body bgcolor=orange&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10598613-110820030677106246?l=babyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/110820030677106246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10598613&amp;postID=110820030677106246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110820030677106246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10598613/posts/default/110820030677106246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyanna.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-orange.html' title='im orange'/><author><name>anna_im_orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703273449157437450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10598613.post-110743498086625752</id><published>2005-02-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:49:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MyBOo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;MY BOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Your face lingers in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;You have the scent of heavens kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Your touch is like an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Or did you just cast a spell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;My laughter starts with your cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Your sadness starts my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Is this the curse that I fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Or are we really meant to be here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Is this a wish from your fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Or is this really our destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Did I woke-up from your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Or I just woke-up through bliss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Whatever is the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Behind this deep emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;My feelings for you is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Cause youre my one and only BOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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