<?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-14418301</id><updated>2011-09-22T03:01:24.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annebahrin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-115004519204413063</id><published>2006-06-12T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:59:52.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farhana's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/IMAG0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/IMAG0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/IMAG0053.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/IMAG0053.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/IMAG0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/IMAG0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana won the 4th place for 'Pertandingan bayi sihat' today. saja-saja nak meriahkan suasana tapi tak sangka dapat 4th place...kira ok lah tu. it was held at Dewan Bandaraya Kinta Barat, Batu Gajah. My mother in-law was one of the AJk...so it was her idea lah to enroll Farhana. She won herself a comel piala...a hamper and a certificate. We was there since 9 till 2pm. penat betul. Luckily, Khairina and Farhana enjoyed their day. Nobody cried or merengek...but mommy and daddy really 'kepenatan'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-115004519204413063?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115004519204413063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=115004519204413063' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/115004519204413063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/115004519204413063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/06/farhanas-day.html' title='Farhana&apos;s day'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-115004445576670302</id><published>2006-06-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:47:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences to Rose</title><content type='html'>received a message from rose. It was a shock to know that her father had passed away. Tried to call her a few times on her hp but couldn't get through. Rose, I hope that you're doing ok. except this as 'ketentuan allah'. yang hidup pasti mati. tabahkan hati dan banyak bersabar. Semoga Allah SWT mengurniakan rahmat kepada Allahyarham, serta menempatkan Allahyarham di sisinya.  AMIN YA RABBAL 'ALAMIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-115004445576670302?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/115004445576670302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=115004445576670302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/115004445576670302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/115004445576670302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/06/condolences-to-rose.html' title='Condolences to Rose'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-114983549236801071</id><published>2006-06-09T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:44:52.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insights To A Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/pic10075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/pic10075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after &lt;br /&gt;you've had a baby, That Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "Normal," is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct, That Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said being a mother is boring ......&lt;br /&gt;That Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with no &lt;br /&gt;driver's permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out &lt;br /&gt;good." That Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a &lt;br /&gt;guarantee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices .&lt;br /&gt;That Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her&lt;br /&gt;child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother. That &lt;br /&gt;Somebody never helped a fourth grader with her math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the &lt;br /&gt;first. That Somebody doesn't have five children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing &lt;br /&gt;questions in the books That Somebody never had a child stuff beans up&lt;br /&gt;his nose or in his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first&lt;br /&gt;day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one &lt;br /&gt;hand tied behind her back . That Somebody never organized four giggling Brownies to sell cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... That Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings. Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home ..... That Somebody never had grandchildren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-114983549236801071?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/114983549236801071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=114983549236801071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114983549236801071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114983549236801071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/06/insights-to-mother.html' title='Insights To A Mother'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-114909718441091227</id><published>2006-06-01T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:39:44.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share</title><content type='html'>Lovely poem to share with all of you. These are the things that there are times we overlook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed by,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh excuse me please" was my reply. &lt;br /&gt;He said, "Please excuse me, too;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really watching for you."&lt;br /&gt;Wewere very polite, this stranger and I.&lt;br /&gt;We went on our way and we said good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;But at home a different story is told,&lt;br /&gt;how we treat our loved ones, young and old. &lt;br /&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal,&lt;br /&gt;My son stood beside me very still.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.&lt;br /&gt;"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;He walked away, his little heart broken. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lay awake that night in bed,&lt;br /&gt;God's still small voice came to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you&lt;br /&gt;use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse. &lt;br /&gt;Go and look on the kitchen floor,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find some flowers there by the door.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the flowers he brought for you.&lt;br /&gt;He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.&lt;br /&gt;He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, &lt;br /&gt;You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I was feeling very small,&lt;br /&gt;And then my tears began to fall.&lt;br /&gt;I quietly went and knelt by his bed;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said. &lt;br /&gt;"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, "I found them, out by the tree".&lt;br /&gt;I picked them because they're pretty like you.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd like them, especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son, I love you too,&lt;br /&gt;and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-114909718441091227?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/114909718441091227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=114909718441091227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114909718441091227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114909718441091227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-114861436590063550</id><published>2006-05-26T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:32:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Riza with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Because I Know You Love Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved him when he said hello&lt;br /&gt;And today I love him still&lt;br /&gt;I'd love him if he said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I hope he never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am today&lt;br /&gt;All this good you see&lt;br /&gt;Was brought out by a man&lt;br /&gt;Who always believed in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time his lips touch mine&lt;br /&gt;And when he holds me throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;I feel warmth inside me heart&lt;br /&gt;Because its never felt this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes melt away my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I'm vulnerable in his arms&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;With his irresistible charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single flaw he has&lt;br /&gt;Makes him perfect in every way&lt;br /&gt;And all the fears I used to have&lt;br /&gt;Have finally gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever been this close&lt;br /&gt;To making me fall so hard&lt;br /&gt;So please be there to catch me&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm letting down me guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Because I know how much you care&lt;br /&gt;So I'm making room inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you loved me when you said hello&lt;br /&gt;And I know today you love me still&lt;br /&gt;Id love you even if you said goodbye &lt;br /&gt;But I know you never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-114861436590063550?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/114861436590063550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=114861436590063550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114861436590063550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114861436590063550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-riza-with-love.html' title='To Riza with Love'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-114861148593607829</id><published>2006-05-26T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:44:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qada' and Qadar</title><content type='html'>it's been quite a while since the last time I updated my blog. Tak keja pun still tak da masa to do so. I guess being a housewife you are working 24/7. 365 days a year...none stop. My cousin just gave birth to a baby boy last week. He's now 7 days old. She wanted a girl so much since her first was already a boy and me instead wanted to have a boy. But hey, can you choose? This is all what you call 'rezeki'. It's a gift from Allah and Alhamdullillah, wether it's a girl or a boy as long they are healthy it should be ok. I have a friend, she has 4 children, 3 boys and a girl. But unfortunately all the boys suffered from Thalesemia. 2 of them had passed away few years ago. She was so devastated. She quit her job and now paying full attention to the other baby boy who'e still struggling for his life. he's been in and out the hospital most of the time. Sometimes i wonder if I'm in her shoes I don't think I can be as strong as she is. She's learning to accept the fate and even she lost two of her precious sons she still can smile and laugh to your silly jokes. She's amazing. yesterday I got to know that her 8 months old baby boy was admited in the ICU. When I called her she was so calm explaining to me the situation. I guess she begins to realise that this is part of 'qada' and qadar'. To my friend Salihah, I pray for your little baby boy...be strong and Insy-Allah, things will turn out ok for you and your family. To Ariff and Harrith, Al-Fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-114861148593607829?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/114861148593607829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=114861148593607829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114861148593607829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114861148593607829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/05/qada-and-qadar.html' title='Qada&apos; and Qadar'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-114746270877332320</id><published>2006-05-13T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T03:41:25.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/th_Image1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/th_Image1154.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMS...Happy Mother's Day!!! I have to admit that i've been feeling a bit sentimental when ever i think about mothers. Just the other day i dreamt about my mom. i miss her dearly eventhough we talk almost every night on the phone. i email to her every week and she's just two hours drive from my place...USJ5 subang jaya. I reminded my self when i went through pregnancies and labours of my two girls. The memories of the moments are still fresh in me. The morning sickness, sleepless nights, emotional unstable, terrible backaches...not forgetting the strength and courage gathered during the labour...it's a 50%-50% experiance. This is what we call a sacrifice that every mothers have to go through to bring a life into this world. So, to all mothers out there...once again, happy mother's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-114746270877332320?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/114746270877332320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=114746270877332320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114746270877332320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114746270877332320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-114724207268617999</id><published>2006-05-10T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:30:19.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Working days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/IMAG0053.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/IMAG0053.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By reading a friend's blog...(he's a good writer) titled 'Work Away From Work' reminded me when I was working before evnthough it only last for 4 months I felt like I've been working for years none stop! By the time i reached home i'm glad that i'm still alive, breathing and fo course the whole day stressed suddenly disappear when i saw my baby girl waiting for me in the car. at that time she was 6 months old. when the first time i started working it took me quite a while to adjust myself not to be around her. after 4 months working i decided to quit my job and followed hubby to perak. and from that day, i'm jobless and suprisingly i'm getting tired of that too! now i have two little angels acompany me everyday. they are the greatest remedy to almost everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-114724207268617999?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/114724207268617999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=114724207268617999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114724207268617999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114724207268617999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/05/working-days.html' title='The Working days'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-114705272960399340</id><published>2006-05-08T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:45:29.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/96780sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/96780sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday...and I'm a year older! Today I just turn 28 and I'm now in my late 20's. It seems like only yesterday I celebrated my 16th birthday. Days just passes by. In another 10 yrs time, Khairina will be 12 and farhana will be 11. and I'll be 38. Am i too old to be a mother to 12 &amp; 11 year old? Or I'm just being ridiculous? That's what Riza thinks... The funniest thing is that my granma called and she was telling me that I need another child...(told her that two is enough) , a boy to complete the family. Ok let put in this way, at least we want to give the two girls some space to grow up so if I'm thinking of having another child it will be in another at least 4 yrs to come...and at that time i'm already 32 and riza's 42! Gosh, I should have got married earlier...hehehehehe...(that's ridiculous!)  HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-114705272960399340?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/114705272960399340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=114705272960399340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114705272960399340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114705272960399340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-114705115148997608</id><published>2006-05-08T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:19:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/IMAG0160.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/IMAG0160.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/IMAG0115.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/IMAG0115.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/model3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/model3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/loveyou.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/loveyou.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-114705115148997608?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/114705115148997608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=114705115148997608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114705115148997608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114705115148997608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/05/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-114682049226485184</id><published>2006-05-05T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:14:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello friends</title><content type='html'>Suprisingly, after lack of updates lasting almost months, so many things  had taken place within the particular time. I had to many things to tell, to talk about and at the same time to share with all of you. I need a laptop, desprately plus with wifi internet connection, where I could just log in anytime i want...and of course when ever I'm free...i don't get that much often now. So what happen for the last few months...let see, my life getting a bit hectic, with two little girls clinging all over me...I'm desprately trying to loose weight but still looking like humpty dumpty, woke up early in the morning and sleep very late at night, milk and diapers cost a bomb and hey, i'm getting a year older soon! that's really matters now. hehehehe... there's a lot of ups and downs and higs and lows. but the main thing that really happen to me is the burnout of the year.  I think i've been having an emotional breakdown for the past 3 months and still in the stage of recovering. but hey, i'm still ok and i'm still straight! just that i spent most of the night thinking about what will happen to me and to my life. there are times i feel bored of only being a housewife where most of the time i spent my time around the house, do the laundry, cook, clean, taking care of the kids, watching tv...blablabla...(nothing interesting bout the blas) and go to bed, then the same thing happen again the next day. where am i going too? my husband travels a lot...to me that's very interesting. i love to travel since i was a little girl. been doing lots of traveling during my tenage days. but now...sigh. Luckily I have the two little princess with me...at least everyday they put a smile on my face. thinking of continuing my studies next year...but still, it just another dream. anyway, luckily i have a good husband, love him very much and i have two great kids...can't live without them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-114682049226485184?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/114682049226485184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=114682049226485184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114682049226485184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/114682049226485184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-friends.html' title='Hello friends'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-113962595359772655</id><published>2006-02-11T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:45:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Little Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/k1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/k1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/farhana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/farhana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/sisters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/sisters2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends, i'm back. and these are the latest pictures of Khairina and Farhana. Khairina will be two next month and Farhana is already 4 months old and she's about to crawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-113962595359772655?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/113962595359772655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=113962595359772655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/113962595359772655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/113962595359772655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2006/02/two-little-princess.html' title='Two Little Princess'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-113256382527726352</id><published>2005-11-21T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:03:45.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/IMAG0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/IMAG0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up I'm very close to my dad than my mom. But we spent most of our time with Mom since she's a full time house wife. Well, actually I have the answer to that...with Daddy evrything is YES and OK but with Mummy there's always lots of "why this" and "why that", "what's this" and "what's that"...and of course there lots of 'No' then 'yes'. And that's what happen to Khairina. She's so attach to Riza and when ever I scold her she'll be running around calling her daddy for rescue. She decided to sleep with daddy everynight and sit on his lap while watching tv. I guess between a father and a daughter, there's always been a special bond attached. No matter what...that's so sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-113256382527726352?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/113256382527726352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=113256382527726352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/113256382527726352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/113256382527726352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/11/daddy-and-me.html' title='Daddy and Me'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-113241483793840859</id><published>2005-11-19T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:34:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/1161/1600/annekids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/1161/320/annekids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there sisters, sending my love from USJ 5, Subang Jaya. After for almost 3 months in Sarawak, now we're all back in Semenanjung. Things now a bit different, I'm now a mother to two little girls...life is so much different now from what it was 2 years ago. No more teh tarik till 2 am, no more late night movies and no more good night sleep for another 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is I'm happy with my life...I feel complete. They can be such a handful, but they are my little angels. Khairina is getting attch to her new sister. She will kiss her good morning and kiss her good night. She will help me to change the diapers and to look after the baby while I'm not around. I still remember when the first time we brought Farhana home from the hospital, Khairina was a bit confused...refusing to sleep with me and trying to keep a distance from us. I was a bit worried at first but it only lasted just for a few days...then she was back to normal. But her 'manja' is getting worse! No matter what...they are my little angels...yesterday, today and forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-113241483793840859?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/113241483793840859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=113241483793840859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/113241483793840859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/113241483793840859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-little-angels.html' title='My Little Angels'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112753584648626627</id><published>2005-09-24T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:24:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting and waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/reen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/reen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello friends...happy to hear from all of you. by the way, i feel like a time a BOMB!!! waiting and waiting...received a big pakage from my mother in-law which contains a big box of jamu!!! arrrrgghh....scarry. well, thinking of how desprate i am to go back to my figure, i accept it willingly. and don't forget bout the 'barut'...anything will do, ANYTHING at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112753584648626627?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112753584648626627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112753584648626627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112753584648626627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112753584648626627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/09/waiting-and-waiting.html' title='Waiting and waiting...'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112703960353798728</id><published>2005-09-18T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T18:33:23.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Sarawak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/PIC_0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/PIC_0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends, these are some latest photos that i would like to share with all of you. The photos was taken this morning. We went to the water fall which I'm not so sure the name of it but what I'm very sure is that I look soooo....like The Humpty Dumpty!!! Don't you think so? Aaaarghhh!!!Anyway, Khairina really had a good time, as you can see...she looked so sexy, hee...hee...(she'll never gonna forgive me for taking all her nakies pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/PIC_03021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/PIC_03021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/PIC_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/PIC_0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/PIC_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112703960353798728?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112703960353798728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112703960353798728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112703960353798728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112703960353798728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/09/photos-from-sarawak.html' title='Photos from Sarawak'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112696209055771347</id><published>2005-09-17T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:01:30.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from Sarawak with love</title><content type='html'>hello friends, wow it's been quite a looooooooong time since my last update. I'm still in sarawak, having a good time, making lots of new friends. Sarawak is a nice place especially where I'm staying now...Lawas situated near to Brunei and near to Sabah. I'm now counting my days since my due date is just around the corner...next week!!! Riza's at the mean time is still in Tawau...busy running his business and I'm hoping that he'll be here when the time comes. I'm still not so sure about where I should give birth coz I have two choices, lawas sarawak or Sipitang, Sabah. Well, you'll know when the time comes. I really hope that things will turn out ok and we'll be back in Semenanjung before Raya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112696209055771347?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112696209055771347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112696209055771347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112696209055771347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112696209055771347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/09/from-sarawak-with-love.html' title='from Sarawak with love'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112221883953363510</id><published>2005-07-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:27:19.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back at the old days</title><content type='html'>Hey there, today while going through some old stuffs I terjumpa some of my story books collection since I was a baby. So I decided to pass on to Khairna and hoping that one day she will enjoy all the books as much as I do. Most of it was given to me by my dad. I have a father who loves to read. He doesn't talk much but he's an interesting person to get to know with. He still keeps most of his Ridest Digest Magazine since 1962 at my grands place in KB. So he always wanted us to follow his footsteps. I enjoy reading too, tapi tak lah seteruk my dad. He's a walking dictionary.  So today Khairina spent most of her time in her grans room   listening to all kinds of fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Suprisingly, she enjoyed it very much. When I looked at her, she reminds me of the old days when I was a little girl. Dad loves to tell stories and mom loves to sing. I grew up with Lobo, The Bee Gees, Bread, Jackson 5, The Police, Kenny Rogers, Cliff Richard, The Beetles, Rockwell, Lionel Richie, Broery Marantika, Suhaimi Meor Hassan, Alleycats, Sudirman and many many more...and untill now I still listen to these kind of songs. I'm NOT really into the modern music...drive me upside down most of the time. There are times I wonder, what things will be like for my children when they grew up. It's defanately gonna be different from mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112221883953363510?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112221883953363510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112221883953363510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112221883953363510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112221883953363510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/looking-back-at-old-days.html' title='Looking back at the old days'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112208982668614964</id><published>2005-07-23T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:37:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Paradise</title><content type='html'>I always love writting short stories but before this I only have one person who I always share with...Riza. But now I have sisters around me that I would like to share my stories with. Well, I used to send my stories to Ridest Digest but never been publish before. I keep on trying...maybe one day. I would love to hear your comments. Do feel free to do so ok. Wait for my mail...&lt;br /&gt;Riza just arrived last night. He's taking us to Lawas next week. I'm gonna  miss you guys alot while I was there. In Lawas there's no internet connection except for if you go to the CC. So, patah kaki la I kat sana. My bro's laptop pulak most probaly kena masuk hospital coz been attack by virus. Gosh...sudah la jatuh di timpa tangga! Anyway, I'm looking forward to the trip...desprately need a holiday. Last night I had a long talk with my mom. She adviced me that it's as always better for us to be away from the family, especially when we're already married. Sometimes tu susah kalau dah stay dekat2. We tend to get into lots of crisis...from diff angle. She gave me lots of examples and I really agreed with mom. She told me that she loves all her children very much and as a mother she always wanted the best for her children. We all do right? That is why I'm really looking forward to get the job in Lawas. It's gonna be fun. I don't know bout Riza...but I believe that he'll agree with me. I just can't wait to go there next week. And of course I will keep in touch with all of u. Pray for me, ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112208982668614964?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112208982668614964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112208982668614964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112208982668614964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112208982668614964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/going-to-paradise.html' title='Going to the Paradise'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112183446702983915</id><published>2005-07-20T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:41:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demam DH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/dh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/dh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward for the next episode of DH. Gosh...I'm hooked to it. Am I one of them...naaahhh, don't think so but I really wish that I can live in a posh area where I have lots of wierd people as my neighbours. But defanately looking at the Scavo's family (lynette) really scares me. How can she manage to handle those boys??? My dad loves DH very much. He enjoys it more than my mom. Riza..? not so sure yet coz he's still in Indonesia. I think all the singles should watch this series...lots of good lesson to learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112183446702983915?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112183446702983915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112183446702983915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112183446702983915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112183446702983915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/demam-dh.html' title='Demam DH'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112168836854161576</id><published>2005-07-18T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:06:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a Pineapple under the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/6830676311183m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/6830676311183m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watch The Sponge Bob Square Pants cartoon on ASTRO? Hey, it is very interesting and me and dad enjoys watching it everyday. Gosh...once again, I'll never grew up! Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took Khairina to the playground..as usuall and today while running around the park she fell off and scratch her knees. Dengan muka yang sedih she came to me and asked me to clean her off (in her own language). I told her that we need to go home to clean up but she had this brilliant idea where she deep both of her hands dlm lopak air hujan and ...wallaaa, both of her knees dah bersih! wow, kids nowadays so cerdik. Then she went back running around with all her little friends happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112168836854161576?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112168836854161576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112168836854161576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112168836854161576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112168836854161576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/living-in-pineapple-under-sea.html' title='Living in a Pineapple under the sea'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112165663808138803</id><published>2005-07-18T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:19:42.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to...ME!</title><content type='html'>Your Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in the whirlpool &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/1036-010-21-1067.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/1036-010-21-1067.gif" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With scented candles burning&lt;br /&gt;Watching shadows casting&lt;br /&gt;From the glimmering light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of roses&lt;br /&gt;That fills the room&lt;br /&gt;While sipping red wine&lt;br /&gt;Thats so elegant and divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;Like the first time we met&lt;br /&gt;As she swept me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;and kissed me tenderly so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her touch&lt;br /&gt;As she touched my skin&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the tingle&lt;br /&gt;That's deep within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the heat of passion&lt;br /&gt;Building up inside&lt;br /&gt;I feel my body quiver&lt;br /&gt;like dynamite... inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I glanced out the window&lt;br /&gt;And saw lights coming through&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;and my body felt cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don on my robe&lt;br /&gt;the color of blue&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a knock&lt;br /&gt;and... I knew it was you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112165663808138803?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112165663808138803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112165663808138803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112165663808138803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112165663808138803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/dedicated-tome.html' title='Dedicated to...ME!'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112153129470160350</id><published>2005-07-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:28:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THROUGH THE YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenny Rogers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't remember when you weren't there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I didn't care for anyone but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear we've been through everything there is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't imagine anything we've missed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't imagine anything the two of us can't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years, you've never let me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You turned my life around, the sweetest days I've found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've found with you ... Through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been afraid, I've loved the life we've made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm so glad I've stayed, right here with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't remember what I used to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who I trusted, who I listened to before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear you taught me everything I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't imagine needing someone so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But through the years it seems to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you more and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years, through all the good and bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew how much we had, I've always been so glad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be with you ... Through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's better every day, you've kissed my tears away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as it's okay, I'll stay with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years, when everything went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together we were strong, I know that I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right here with you ... Through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never had a doubt, we'd always work things out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've learned what love's about, by loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years, you've never let me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've turned my life around, the sweetest days I've found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've found with you ... Through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's better every day, you've kissed my tears away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as it's okay, I'll stay with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112153129470160350?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112153129470160350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112153129470160350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112153129470160350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112153129470160350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-favourite-song.html' title='My Favourite Song'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112153026450855893</id><published>2005-07-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:11:04.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a BIG HUG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sedihnya...Riza'a coming back from Sarawak tomorrow...but wanna know why I feel sad? He'll be going off to Indonesia right after that. So we're just going to have a short meeting at The KLIA before he leaves to Indonesia. This is the time where I miss the old days. We used to 'lepak' with ecah other till 3 to 4 am in the morning or watching our favourite movies together. Can we have back the good times or it will just gonna fly off and leave us only with the memories? Sometimes I wonder why things have to change? Is this what you call as 'This is what life is all about...about CHANGING'? Or it is just me..for being extra sensitive?  Well, you guys might think that I'm just being ridiculous...don't you? When you love somebody too much...it will hurt sometimes. I'm so SELFISH...haa..haa..haa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112153026450855893?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112153026450855893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112153026450855893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112153026450855893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112153026450855893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/need-big-hug.html' title='Need a BIG HUG!'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112148494253477176</id><published>2005-07-16T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T11:35:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/1199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, nothing much to do for today...except for will be watching The Lost, marathon series from 12 am till 5 pm!!! wow, will be stuck in front of the tv the whole day. 'Pejam celik' i'm now in my 29th weeks of pregnancy. Another 11 more weeks to go. Still remember when I was pregnant to Khairina, excited ada, takut pun ada. But this time, I feel much better and much secure. Takut -takut tu biasalah especially when you start thinking bout the labour...(berdiri bulu roma!), but everything is a MIRACLE! Last night I was trying to talk to Khairina bout her new sister/brother that will be arriving soon. She looked interested in what I'm telling her but whether she understand me or not, I'm not so sure. Some people think that it is not so wise for you to have children in such a small gap (my mom thinks that way too!) but everything have their own pros and cons. Looking at my two step children...Fitri(11) and Qistina(10), they grew up beatifully and they are close to each other. But when Sabrina arrived 3 years later, they team up together and start to bullied the little sister. hahaha...that's the cons!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112148494253477176?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112148494253477176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112148494253477176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112148494253477176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112148494253477176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/saturday-blues.html' title='The Saturday Blues'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112135685624287274</id><published>2005-07-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:00:56.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sweet :-)</title><content type='html'>Just received a call from Riza...he'll be back on Tuesday (maybe). Anyway, happy to hear from him and especially when he told me that he misses me a lot! Miss you too dear, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mwahs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112135685624287274?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112135685624287274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112135685624287274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112135685624287274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112135685624287274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-sweet.html' title='So sweet :-)'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112135637851391092</id><published>2005-07-14T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:52:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/Huggies_Supreme_Diapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/Huggies_Supreme_Diapers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remeber when my brothers was still a baby, Huggies diapers cost a bomb! So most of them are wearing Pampers instead of Huggies. But now Huggies are a lot cheaper compared from Pampers. But still Huggies are much much much more BETTER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Khairina only needs 3 pieces of Huggies a day but 4 to 5 pcs of Pampers a day. A pack of Huggies (L 72pcs) cost RM 34.50 and a pack of Pampers (L 72) cost RM 38. So which one is better...Huggies of course. The scariest part of all is that once another baby arrive...which is going to be soon...everything will double up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112135637851391092?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112135637851391092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112135637851391092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112135637851391092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112135637851391092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/battle-of-diapers.html' title='Battle of the diapers'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112135131599373741</id><published>2005-07-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:35:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are the most precious TREASURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Vow of A Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you I'll be your friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll never break my vow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's going to cause a lot of sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's better than living a lie...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would have to get used to it somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear you talk about the love you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I sulk in the depths of my silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finding comfort in my cogent dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would tell myself I can make it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can finish life's long race&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll convince myself I am happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the thought that you're okay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your pain will be my pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would give without expecting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be selfless, I'll be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll build bridges, be forgiving...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would exalt the world's beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll drown myself in its wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would look beyond my horizon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find peace till the hurting's over...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I guess, right now, what's important&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that I'll keep my promise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll swear to God, I'll be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you call and when I'm needed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall wish you all the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our borrowed life has to offer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll pray to God to keep you safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And keep you warm in His shelter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall let go of the pain and fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though not easy, I'll find life's meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My existence won't be spent on a love that's lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll be spent on meaningful living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112135131599373741?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112135131599373741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112135131599373741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112135131599373741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112135131599373741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends-are-most-precious-treasure.html' title='Friends are the most precious TREASURE'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112127142076376659</id><published>2005-07-14T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:18:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters Of The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/my%20valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/my%20valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruminations on love and relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Men always want to be women's first love - women like to be a man's last romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love seem the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growth. No man or woman really knows what a perfect love untill they have been married a quarter of a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being deply in love with someone give you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make love NOT war! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give - which is everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, what do you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112127142076376659?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112127142076376659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112127142076376659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112127142076376659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112127142076376659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters Of The Heart'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112126864010066397</id><published>2005-07-13T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:30:40.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never too old for anything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/pooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;It's has always been The Pooh Bear for me since I was a little girl and now Pooh Bear has been part of Khairina's life. We went to Subang Parade for dinner and as usual I will take Khairina for a little tour in The Toys r' us. She fell in love with Barney, Bob The Builder, Barbie and Little Tikes push car but I managed to get her eyes off all the toys except for one...The Pooh Bear. Pity her...but pity mummy more coz the Pooh Bear gonna cost me RM 150 !!! So, pujuk punye pujuk...I decided to get her a VCD, A Christmas for Pooh. As long as it's still The Pooh Bear, then it should be ok. When we arrived home, Khairina was already asleep. So who end up watching 'A Christmas For Pooh',? Me of course! I'm never too old for The Pooh Bear. Such an adorable character. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112126864010066397?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112126864010066397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112126864010066397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112126864010066397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112126864010066397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/never-too-old-for-anything.html' title='Never too old for anything!'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112122733268803610</id><published>2005-07-13T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T12:22:59.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lovable sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/1600/ysheryljb21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1510/1304/320/ysheryljb21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the days and weeks after I met these two wonderful people, or let me put it in my own words...my lovable sisters, many beautiful moments and memories that I've shared with them. Like what i quote in The Story Of Us, 'I believe meeting online helps you fall in love from the inside out'...that's what actually happen when I met my two sisters, CK and Sheryl. It is a small measure of comfort...lots of love that in the worst of times, the best qualities of human spirit can even flourish!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;A beautiful of pic of my sis and my little yasmin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112122733268803610?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112122733268803610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112122733268803610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112122733268803610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112122733268803610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-lovable-sisters.html' title='My lovable sisters'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112118776158074595</id><published>2005-07-13T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:36:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Happy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/annebahrin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/annebahrin1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/annebahrincrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/annebahrincrop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/khairina1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/khairina1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/annebahrin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/annebahrin2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/khairina2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/khairina2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/anneadik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/anneadik.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/aboobobo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/Anne/aboobobo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112118776158074595?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112118776158074595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112118776158074595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112118776158074595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112118776158074595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/our-happy-family.html' title='Our Happy Family'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112117575176949045</id><published>2005-07-12T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:43:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had never truly let myself fall for anyone before until I met a guy that changed everything for me. It was a bit too much for me to handle for a while but then I opened up and allowed my self to fall in love with him. How was I to know that within a month my love would fight for his life. I had honestly given up on finding true love, but I can honestly say that I have found it with him. I have learned to trust with him. He is there for me through whatever I go through. This man is my angel sent from up above. A lot of emptiness inside, knowing where your heart is and trying to replace it with someone else, just doesn't get it. I know that I am deeply in love with this man; he has shown me nothing but respect, and love and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was love at the first sight. I fell in love with Riza, 32 who I met on the ICQ chat room. We chatted once then we're hooked on the phone every night, 4 to hrs a day before we actually meet two weeks later. At that very moment I know what I feel and I would walk to the ends of the earth and back again just to spend a few seconds with him. I was so madly in love with him and a kiss from no one else could possibly make me feel as good as it does when he kisses me…one day, I told my self. While talking to him I always keep on thinking it would be wonderful if he were my husband. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The talking-on-the-phone session started to be more regular and I would look forward to hearing from him. We talked about marriages, children, dreams but not a single actual word about marrying each other had ever passed between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two weeks later, it was an unsettling night at The Vistana Hotel, Kuala Lumpur and me (I was 22 at that time) was especially nervous. That was the first time we met each other. I was happy, nervous and definitely I was a bit scared. But I decided to take the risk and to get to know the men that I fell in love with more. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Riza was married before but it only last for 7 years. He had 3 wonderful children, a boy and two girls. I have no problem to accept them as my very own and I'm ready to give all my love to them. It comes in a package…when I marry Riza, I'll be a wife and automatically I become a mother. It's wonderful. We have the same ideas about everything and like doing the same things. That night was the first night we spent together. Nothing really happen accept for we talked the whole night while snuggling up in bed in each others arm, sharing each others stories, listening to each others secrets and looked into each others eyes looking for a sincererity and that was the night he proposed to me… I accept it of course! Of course this is one of the most romantic moment of all times. Riza made me realize that love is a feeling so strong it can affect our lives irrevocably. Love definitely transform my life and make me most fortunate and it make me a better human being. I feel very sure that he is THE ONE and want to spend the rest of my life loving him, and into forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riza is so special, very loving, caring, and has the most gorgeous smile -his whole face lights up. We know each other's every word before we say it, we think the same way, we like doing the same things, eat the same foods (&amp;amp; hate the same ones), laugh at the same things, we hold hands and kiss tenderly every time we are alone together, everything just tells me that we are meant to be together, even the way that we met, it all leads to fate. We never would have met if we didn't both look in the internet, even though we live in the same suburb, we probably have seen each other around in the past, but not NOTICED each other if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of December 2000 was a date to remember. It was a simple ceremony but full of beautiful memories. I'm now a wife and I just can't stop thinking whether 'is this all just a dream?' Marrying Riza was a dream come through. Most important matter of all is that we love each others very much. We are now coming up to our 5th years anniversary. We've had some teething problems, but our love has always come out on top. We had our first baby girl last year and she just celebrated her first birthday last March and we are now waiting for our second baby that will be arriving soon! By the end of this year I'm going to be a mother to 5 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe meeting online helps you fall in love from the inside out. I first fell in love with his heart and mind. We are the best friends and sometimes that is a hard task to achieve while dating. When someone starts dating it usually starts out as infatuation. But when you fall in love with someone you have never meet face to face, you have lots of time to get to know the true person. I am willing to give this relationship everything I have. Yes I am still scared of the unknown but everyday he gives me more reason to believe. I could write pages and pages of how wonderful this person is but I think everyone can tell that I LOVE HIM. I hope and pray that this is just the beginning to my never ending story. I didn't believe in fate until I met my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;To Riza, my soul mate, my lover and my best friend in the world, I love you forever and I just want to thank you for not giving up on "us". We are going to have a happy life together, a forever happiness,,,, how do I know this? Because it is in my heart and follow my heart is what I am going to do. Thank you for loving me, and standing by me, and not giving up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Anne Bahrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112117575176949045?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112117575176949045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112117575176949045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112117575176949045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112117575176949045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/story-of-us.html' title='The Story of Us'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14418301.post-112117430894016595</id><published>2005-07-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:31:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The special people in this world are the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;precious and the most appreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;people of all. No matter what happens, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;always understand. They go a million miles out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;of their way. They hold your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They bring you smiles, when a smile is exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;what you need. They listen, and they hear what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;is said in the spaces between the words. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;care, and they let you know you're in their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Special people always know the perfect thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to do. They can make your whole day just by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;saying something that no one else could have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;said. Sometimes you feel like they share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;with you a secret language that others can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tune into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Special people can guide you, inspire you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;comfort you, and light up your life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;laughter. Special people understand your moods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and nurture your needs, and they lovingly know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;just what you're after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When your feelings come from deep inside and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;they need to be spoken to someone you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;have to hide from, you share them . . . with special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;people. When good news comes, special people are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the first ones you turn to. And when feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;overflow and tears need to fall, special people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;help you through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Special people bring sunlight into your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They warm your world with their presence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;whether they are far away or close by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Special people are gifts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;that bring happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;that money can't buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Anne Bahrin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14418301-112117430894016595?l=annebahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/112117430894016595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14418301&amp;postID=112117430894016595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112117430894016595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14418301/posts/default/112117430894016595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annebahrin.blogspot.com/2005/07/special-people.html' title='Special People'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259370847545751695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/ckayfei/annebahrin_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
