tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84087062024-03-14T13:49:43.288+08:00.Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-70113333110049505452010-06-05T11:49:00.005+08:002010-06-05T14:50:49.305+08:00IdentityI think it's funny, for a person to judge one's identity solely on his or her outward appearance or the way they present themselves, especially artists or people of the arts.<br /><br />If you only see the difficulty in being original when everyone else seems to have already made a mark by the way they dress or talk; that no matter what you do you'll always be stepping on somebody's established territory; that originality is non-existent in this day and age; then you haven't discovered the origin of you.<br /><br />We are all made up of many different parts that may be similar to one another but putting these parts together creates something uniquely you. They key is in finding what really comes out as what you're really about. Not the way you look, nothing about appearance. It's the way you think and act on it, and not giving a hoot about what others might say because you know yourself better. You dress what you think, not think what you dress. This is not about putting up a show to impress, it's about being originally you.<br /><br />When you doubt yourself from what others say about you, then it means you're not strong enough to carry on with being yourself. Life is not an effort to please others or to garner some form of attention, to be liked and popular and whatever that comes with it. Life is a struggle in being content and at peace with yourself and your Creator, the One that knows you the best.<br /><br />So, don't tell me originality is a lie, it only means that all this while you've been measuring yourself through others, it is futile. Try measuring the sky with a matchstick.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-42588312754843195362010-01-10T01:38:00.003+08:002010-01-10T01:43:00.981+08:00for Kby accident, you may have sent that email to me. but i thank you, old friend. for any news from you is heaven sent.<br /><br />and now i wish you'd come and talk to me again.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-59435995920195435272009-12-25T17:38:00.002+08:002009-12-25T17:43:28.437+08:00nameToday, I shall write your name in the air and breathe you in.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-76770049001456888732009-11-24T02:30:00.003+08:002009-11-24T02:39:33.421+08:00dead flowers<p>Despite the fact that the flowers you gave me died the moment the gardener cut their stems, I love them still. And now since I love you so much, I will have them mummified. Don't you love me more for that?</p>ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-17523280734574741792009-11-09T14:03:00.002+08:002009-11-09T16:52:00.120+08:00tin bucketDarling, this love is like a tin bucket of water with pin-sized holes punched at the bottom. We can stand and watch its content slowly drains out to make a puddle or we could keep on filling it up to feed our little garden.<br /><br />As long as you help me carry this load, happy is carrying us down this road.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-35151727394402763322009-11-05T12:30:00.003+08:002009-11-05T13:16:08.395+08:00SomeoneOnce, in a relationship that I thought was going to last, I thought wrong.<br /><br />Again, in this relationship that I think and I hope will stand the test of time, I wonder if I'm mistaking you for someone else.<br /><br />Someone that understood and accepted me as all that I am, all this while. Someone who's willing to fight for me and by my side. Someone who's not afraid to lose me for his conviction tells him it will never happen. Someone I could love without hurting so much from every single frown of impatience and brush of rejection, for the remedy is in the quick act of saying sorry.<br /><br />I'm sorry I thought that someone was you. And I'll repeat this mistake over and over again if I have to.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-31821765793176729422009-10-27T16:31:00.002+08:002009-10-27T17:15:05.131+08:00BecauseAnd because the world is round, we run in circles.<br />And because the sun is bright, we cover our eyes.<br />And because there's truth in everything, we will find out the lies.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-17898249454542247682009-10-25T13:17:00.000+08:002009-10-25T13:21:00.220+08:00i imagineI imagine a shadow following my every step, slowly sucking and feeding upon my flesh, wishing to become whole. One day she'll wear my face, sing my songs, pretending to be me. But she will never be me. Even when there's not enough of me to sustain her existence, and she will find some other victim to leech on, she will always be a shadow without a shadow of her own. She will always be a shadow, wishing to become whole.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-78769750091018412002009-10-02T03:02:00.001+08:002009-10-02T03:02:38.365+08:00My best friend made this. ;)<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><br/><br/><img src='http://img.mobypicture.com/4090cfe8adae1964c76eac43b556d84d_new_medium.jpg'/><br/> - Posted using <a href='http://mobypicture.com/?mkohqy'>Mobypicture.com</a></div>ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-64639386127270233002009-04-21T22:09:00.002+08:002009-04-21T22:38:29.476+08:00if you think<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSv3PAON1lv4gdU7e-NoQgY81nZreqe2PaGeXSXtK9EGsIdTSxgYbqdOWAljRSYqvQkbd2A9fzSrsmfY3QRuKEcyeBxZhNF0etYpTyTfok7Hg2QjcD4C6knQCYukhD7nBPyeHa/s1600-h/if-you-think.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSv3PAON1lv4gdU7e-NoQgY81nZreqe2PaGeXSXtK9EGsIdTSxgYbqdOWAljRSYqvQkbd2A9fzSrsmfY3QRuKEcyeBxZhNF0etYpTyTfok7Hg2QjcD4C6knQCYukhD7nBPyeHa/s400/if-you-think.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327153982618999122" border="0" /></a>ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-75817084847040600212009-04-10T04:04:00.002+08:002009-04-10T04:07:10.721+08:00Secret Gig<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzOTMwNjY*OTMyOCZwdD*xMjM5MzA2ODEyMDc4JnA9MjcwODEmZD1ibG9nX2Zhbl9jb2xsZWN*b3JfZmlyc3RfZ2VuJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*2ZDI*MTFhMTRmYzU*YWYyYmRkMTM3MTlhYmM5MzVmMg==.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/swf/30/fancollector.swf?page_object_id=artist_361019&backgroundcolor=EEEEEE&font_color=000000&posted_by=artist_361019" width="180" height="180"></embed><br /><a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/c./a4/30/361019/Artist/361019/Artist/link"><img alt="Ana%20Raffali" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/content/30/footer.png" border="0" width="180" height="12" /></a><br /><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/trk/30/artist_361019/artist_361019/t.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /><a href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"><img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" style="display: none;" alt="Quantcast" border="0" width="1" height="1" /></a><br /><br />I'm planning a small gig to celebrate my completing my degree in UiTM. Drop your email address if you're interested to join this graduation party gig. ;p<br /><br />Location and date of event shall be discussed when we have 50 lucky participants. Like I said, it's a small gig. Thanks guys!ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-26745480802110300992009-04-09T00:07:00.003+08:002009-04-09T01:41:05.027+08:00painWARNING: contains mature/violent content that may be offensive to some<br /><br />it's like out of the blue<br />somebody knocks you down<br />and you tumble headfirst onto the ground.<br />you grovel on the gravel,<br />searching for the card<br />that says get out of jail free<br />but it's gone<br /><br />and blood drips from the crowning wound,<br />covers your eyes,<br />you cry to wash it away,<br />the bloody tears would not stop.<br /><br />then he rips your chest open,<br />with one swift sharp motion,<br />claws your heart out,<br />tears it to small unrecognizable shreds<br />and throws it behind and above his head<br />like a confetti<br />welcomes the dead<br /><br />he leaves you to die in the cold.<br />your blood making a shallow pool<br />for a watery grave<br />here lies a fool<br />for love lost its cool<br />and no one was saved<br /><br />by Ana Raffalims. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-91655554470228543482009-03-28T14:14:00.004+08:002009-03-28T14:33:01.895+08:00040409 Borders Bookstore Berjaya Times SquareAhh.. A <a href="http://anaraffali.blogspot.com/2009/03/040409-borders-bookstore-berjaya-times.html">fantasy</a> really.<br /><br />Anyway, I'd like to dedicate this song to my best friend, A. He went balik kampung. This is such a pretty sad / sad pretty song.<br /><br />Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O'Connor<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">It's been seven hours and fifteen days</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Since you took your love away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> I go out every night and sleep all day</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Since you took your love away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Since you been gone I can do whatever I want</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> I can see whomever I choose</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> But nothing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> I said nothing can take away these blues</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> `Cause nothing compares</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Nothing compares to you</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> It's been so lonely without you here</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Like a bird without a song</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Tell me baby where did I go wrong</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> I could put my arms around every boy I see</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> But they'd only remind me of you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Guess what he told me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> He said girl u better try to have fun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> No matter what you'll do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> But he's a fool</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> `Cause nothing compares</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Nothing compares to you</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> all the flowers that you planted, mama</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> In the back yard</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> All died when you went away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> But I'm willing to give it another try</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Nothing compares</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Nothing compares to you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Nothing compares</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Nothing compares to you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Nothing compares</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Nothing compares to you </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO8JWbG6bVw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO8JWbG6bVw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-51646446831582743392009-02-21T08:30:00.001+08:002009-02-21T08:33:22.673+08:00My Evo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRMr7psOA0dRi7AJfX8NVXJ6Jl-IVVZ7Lf1C80R7ufChayi8fdDiNwsu_Nx6yzPEuZqIfnOzt59Xen11icB-qitGrAEY8c5M8nYgE63tIjYiuvhix1tujm1ZfCYw2pIMJS3fG/s1600-h/n648986940_1329660_9853.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRMr7psOA0dRi7AJfX8NVXJ6Jl-IVVZ7Lf1C80R7ufChayi8fdDiNwsu_Nx6yzPEuZqIfnOzt59Xen11icB-qitGrAEY8c5M8nYgE63tIjYiuvhix1tujm1ZfCYw2pIMJS3fG/s400/n648986940_1329660_9853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305041876744189522" border="0" /></a><br />Will update the blog later about this electric experience. ;)ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-18908801409725393842008-12-14T01:50:00.003+08:002008-12-14T02:19:34.075+08:00alter ego and RANtAiI'm starting a <a href="http://anaraffali.blogspot.com/">side-blog in malay</a>. Just another way of expressing myself. I think it's not fair to write songs in malay and english but not a blog in malay and english. I know I'd save more time by being bilingual in here but, I don't wanna mix things up.<br /><br />I'll try to divide equal attention and love between my bloglings. ;p<br /><br />***<br /><br />Dark clouds were hovering before we, (Ana Raffali and the Marhaens) walked out of our HQ for a short drive to the Red Bungalow. It rained like a showerhead, opened and stucked in full-blast. One can only be grateful that one is not atop tall buildings handling electrical appliances while lightning was celebrating its existence.<br /><br />The public's reception of us was pretty sweet. It felt so good to be able to play alongside the Marhaens again, although the line-up this time was different with the addition of Abg Mie (Flop Poppy's drummer) and Abg GG (guitarist and guitar luthier), to the original cast and crew Abg Aidit, Abg Andy FP and Adik Iqbal. ;p<br /><br />It was the first time we played My Darling to its fullest rock potential. Ahh.. I so wanna play it again and again.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-752140256723857252008-12-04T15:47:00.002+08:002008-12-04T15:50:42.106+08:0013 DecI'll be performing for a RANtAi event.It's been a while since I blogged extensively. For a change I'll try to document the preparation for the gig. ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://rantai-art.blogspot.com/2008/12/schedule-rantai-art-event-2008.html">Link to the event</a>ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-38893587104774483532008-12-03T23:31:00.002+08:002008-12-03T23:45:47.145+08:00A little confusionHere's something to ponder.<br /><br />I received a call from the bearer-of-good-news-thus-far with a bad news saying that the organizer decided not to pick us (Ana Raffali and the Marhaens) for the upcoming celcom UOX gig.<br /><br />Not a big deal, really. (I've secured another special gig on the very same day.)<br /><br />However, imagine my surprise when I visited <a href="http://www.uox.com.my/events/artist.aspx?ArtistReq=13">this page</a> to find that the voting is still going on. Now, if one has decided not to feature someone then it would only be right and civil to be more transparent about it. I. e. there shouldn't be any voting since the acts have been decided earlier on (reportedly). My sincerest apologies go to all of those who have voted before and recently. I appreciate your time, effort and phone credits.<br /><br />In short, Ana Raffali and the Marhaens are not going to play for the UOX thingy.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-2973856291364764722008-11-30T19:50:00.000+08:002008-11-30T19:50:42.994+08:00Dear friends and familyGuess what! I've been chosen as one of the possible performers for UOX Play this 13 Dec on the Sungei Wang Rooftop. It's soooo cool, of course it'll be cooler if we do actually get to perform there. So, I need your help to land me the gig.<br /><br />Please follow the following steps;<br /><br /><s>1) Sign up <a href="http://www.uox.com.my/member/register.aspx">here</a> to entitle yourself to vote.<br />2) Go <a href="http://www.uox.com.my/events/artist.aspx?ArtistReq=13">here</a> to vote for me. ;)<br />3) Receive my deepest and warmest gratitude.<br />4) Wait and pray for the best.</s><br /><br />Wish me luck!<br /><br /><br />DISCLAIMER:<br /><br />You can stop voting now. There has been one big misunderstanding. Apparently, I was a little behind with the whole voting thingy. You have voted at the wrong page, the real voting page has yet to be announced. Thank you for your votes thus far. I would appreciate it if you could vote again when the actual voting page is put up by the organizer.<br /><br />More information regarding the event can be found <a href="http://www.junkonline.net/articles/809-UOX-Play--Sungei-Wang-Rooftop-KL-MY-13-Dec">here</a>.<br /><br />If I get the votes, then I'll be sharing the stage with indie bands; Butterfingers, Hujan, One Buck Short, Tempered Mental, Laila's Lounge, They Will Kill Us All and Bittersweet. That's just amazing... :o amamamamazzzzing...<br /><br />I'll post the actual links when I can, so hang tied. ;pms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-40588530927166082662008-11-29T02:39:00.005+08:002008-11-29T03:53:41.694+08:00Hujan Bunga di Bandar Kuching<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDleLsCbOb9mNlYBMZs2lXybxM8zYDrq5sbCGiFJZzP4Z9IP31NGX_Z2HJxG2iZrrqIurDPb2e64CO0tBW0bgy_doLsEVancY21BRBrkf4oq5Jjj7Y67MiY6WNHHB75OXyVlL/s1600-h/zasa.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDleLsCbOb9mNlYBMZs2lXybxM8zYDrq5sbCGiFJZzP4Z9IP31NGX_Z2HJxG2iZrrqIurDPb2e64CO0tBW0bgy_doLsEVancY21BRBrkf4oq5Jjj7Y67MiY6WNHHB75OXyVlL/s400/zasa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273791018055006546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Right after my french exam, I took a plane to Kuching for my first ever visit to Borneo. I was invited to perform for a kindergarten graduation ceremony as well as emceeing the event. In case you haven't figured out, I adore kids. They are such a joy to be with and having them singing "kalau rasa gembira" (if you're happy and you know it) complete with all the motions was simply amazing.<br /><br />Of course it was absolutely spontaneous. The gleam in their eyes when I took Woodie out was unforgettable. They were crowding around me as if I was holding a golden monkey or something extraordinarily wonderful. And when they recognize the tune I was playing of course they just had to dance and sing along. It was magical. We repeated our act onstage afterwards and it was equally as memorable.<br /><br />I sang HBKL(Kuching version) and Sepasang Sudu, a song that I only played once in a gig. Woodie did not disappoint. Although I forgot to change the strings and it was buzzing a little, the music was sweet enough to carry my voice, which happened to be recovering from a bad cold.<br /><br />I don't really know what's wrong, but I seem to be prone to catching colds. Well.. maybe I do have a tiny suspicion of what might be causing the frequent sniffles, but it's not like I can change my bad habits as easily as saying "I will change my bad habits".<br /><br />I am having a bad cold right now, bad as in the asthmatic kind. Kak Zaza had to give me a jab a little north from my seat of wisdom. They say that it hurts more if you're really sick and lemme tell you, I am probably sick as heck cause it felt as painful as heck. The temptation to cancel my appearance in ARTrage could not equal to this one single thought: the show better be worth the pain in the ^$$.<br /><br />Well, considering the fact that I'll be playing with Iqbal (si pemain cello), and him alone, it should be mighty interesting and gutwrenching. I suppose the worst thing that could happen was if I were to forget the lyrics to my own song. Not that I have so many songs that would render me incapable of recalling them under gutwrenching circumstances anyway. At least not yet. ;)ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-38485495211116923902008-11-25T13:08:00.002+08:002008-11-25T13:44:23.910+08:00ARTrage Lab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Wad6V0FVqPgGMI7dbw1Ek073MT3Ocn84SN8hy1KWzfvpdVUU4Sv02UV6YrSHB0LimrWF-mtq2K2LL7CBDDKrp0Of8ka__UQSNeskL8SvlGsNmz_An1jaRH0l9oUhojavpXbs/s1600-h/artrage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Wad6V0FVqPgGMI7dbw1Ek073MT3Ocn84SN8hy1KWzfvpdVUU4Sv02UV6YrSHB0LimrWF-mtq2K2LL7CBDDKrp0Of8ka__UQSNeskL8SvlGsNmz_An1jaRH0l9oUhojavpXbs/s320/artrage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272462615385940914" border="0" /></a>Please bring your RM8 along. ;pms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-39447680023083694452008-10-31T16:02:00.002+08:002008-10-31T16:06:35.853+08:00l.i.v.e.01<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjhQuB-wZboyTMukCSJAGCjuyxJR3JNGt7W-3f0aSeiOPPYBKQSV76zhttVhAUTjfxbQQttK1METBnJTzJ6cDUZsJbsFZHX5VoR3MnCS-gb1Q1BJTDw8Wzc6xabqmr7ZgUU3r/s1600-h/dvd_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjhQuB-wZboyTMukCSJAGCjuyxJR3JNGt7W-3f0aSeiOPPYBKQSV76zhttVhAUTjfxbQQttK1METBnJTzJ6cDUZsJbsFZHX5VoR3MnCS-gb1Q1BJTDw8Wzc6xabqmr7ZgUU3r/s320/dvd_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263225772641222226" border="0" /></a><br />We're recording the first single. In the meantime, here's a bootleg dvd selling for RM8. Of course you can only get it from me in my shows, so see you then! ;pms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-42360318749670478692008-10-31T03:21:00.002+08:002008-10-31T11:21:59.947+08:001, 2.. JUSTonight's the night.<br /><br />8.30 pm NTV7.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-5708191178633226932008-10-21T20:00:00.003+08:002008-10-21T20:12:36.348+08:00I Like To Move It, Move It with Madagascar 2!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChP6g1Zi6ncdjOGsJaSKWLBrxKM377VSXHDJMy_dgJLkMwUpUEMDjTy_85rSrL-6SNlK9rHG8BT2Eq-O4sJ4jXy2qXXmGsLwXMsl8VjwfdR-Oh5l1zY101uqJgj3_rIzRw4IB/s1600-h/banner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChP6g1Zi6ncdjOGsJaSKWLBrxKM377VSXHDJMy_dgJLkMwUpUEMDjTy_85rSrL-6SNlK9rHG8BT2Eq-O4sJ4jXy2qXXmGsLwXMsl8VjwfdR-Oh5l1zY101uqJgj3_rIzRw4IB/s320/banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259577948562388834" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Like</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Move</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Move</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">with</span></span></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mad</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">aga</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">scar</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">2!</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Plus 4th November is my birthday!! Hint hint. Can la? XOXO.</div>ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-18346768150712319002008-10-17T00:15:00.003+08:002008-10-17T00:47:52.034+08:00Hari Bintang Jatuh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8igBVvmVUIeNt0-gPYy0kkVkKQCaRM_UuUOCURQd9YER9KpcbEhFWQujFU-wLWi4FNLqsmvjSCvOO4MpUkREIqeJwfMEElaCwMG3w-xzOdsbsyoBDbPI6mKq7CCIwIu6gRV9/s1600-h/web_flyer_bintang_jatuh--large-msg-122360947683.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8igBVvmVUIeNt0-gPYy0kkVkKQCaRM_UuUOCURQd9YER9KpcbEhFWQujFU-wLWi4FNLqsmvjSCvOO4MpUkREIqeJwfMEElaCwMG3w-xzOdsbsyoBDbPI6mKq7CCIwIu6gRV9/s400/web_flyer_bintang_jatuh--large-msg-122360947683.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257790366071761378" /></a><br />Wow.. it seems like forever since I last sang in public. I hope I can make up for the lost time. Oh, I'll also be standing by Jane's Fotobooth, do come and visit.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">*This is </span><a href="http://ifyoucanfindme.blogspot.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jane</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> menyibuk; the booth is all about you. Yes, you. You guys perasan tak semua gambar2 Ana Raffali yang sangat hot and happening tu (cis ayat poyo nak mampos)? Those pictures were taken by none other than the elusive </span><a href="http://a.aboutthelettera.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Aboutthelettera guy</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">. Mamat ni shy gila, tapi jangan la segan dan malu nak bagitau dia (he's the photographer, I'm just the pimp mama) what you want in the pictures during the fotosession. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Tapi kalau you sendiri segan or tak kesah tentang the outcome of the pictures, kami ada art director merangkap partner in crime misteri yang akan muncul tanpa diundang untuk membantu you decide what's the best pose would make you all drop dead handsome/gorgeous dan sebagainya. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Details lebih lanjut kena datang sendiri that day okay? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Pembaca blog saya sila tegur <a href="http://ifyoucanfindme.blogspot.com">Jannah</a> tau? Kita buat camwhore session kejap tepi booth nanti.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div>ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408706.post-30787396323477745072008-10-07T15:24:00.002+08:002008-10-07T15:25:26.115+08:00New Nokia Fund<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUCCN7TxNk5kcuFR7I-vVIDCzRHWYGxudK6Na1WoLgJsZ-ztseNaER2tmCmo8GJUdomXQtcrigXRw7QfV-2E3_2dkrP9m6jZshYF8ZN9dEAS3BpNZ1LKYB_vFoH92-Frpedfan/s1600-h/DSC_4851.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUCCN7TxNk5kcuFR7I-vVIDCzRHWYGxudK6Na1WoLgJsZ-ztseNaER2tmCmo8GJUdomXQtcrigXRw7QfV-2E3_2dkrP9m6jZshYF8ZN9dEAS3BpNZ1LKYB_vFoH92-Frpedfan/s400/DSC_4851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254302002705136754" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ifyoucanfindme.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-lazy-sunday-afternoon.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">Now as I watch you from afar...</span></a><br /></div><br />I lost my Nokia N95 while watching a <a href="http://akutakpeduli.blogspot.com/2008/08/mesti-tonton-kami-2008.html">Nokia sponsored movie</a>. Talk about irony.<br /><br />You can still call me on my number but please introduce yourself.<br /><br />And don't forget to click on the adverts shown courtesy of <a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/">Nuffnang.com<br /></a><br />It's part of my New Nokia Fund.<br /><br />That is all.ms. anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03559447883169947453noreply@blogger.com4