<?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-978307608389238246</id><updated>2012-01-17T01:47:50.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MiaAnswer.com</title><subtitle type='html'>Life Has Subjective Meanings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-583474450644323563</id><published>2011-12-28T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:35:01.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C, for Crocodile Hunter.</title><content type='html'>Komitmen. Satu perkataan dalam Bahasa Melayu yang amat ringkas, tetapi sebenarnya amat mendalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word comes together with its own baggage. It is something you have to carry and can never leave it behind. It is a word that can wear you off someday, if you let it get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very monogomous person, so I thought. I believe in polygamy, but I don't intend in practising them, so I thought. So I submerged myself in a journey that includes the big C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wore me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought of myself all these while has definitely proven that I am wrong. Very wrong. I discovered that I am afraid of commitment. Not that I refuse to commit, but I don't think I can live up to the word's standards -- its lifestyle, its responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became the way I am because of various reasons, I assume. But those reasons are now affecting one particular portion of my life. My relationships. My relationship are tarnished and tainted by my own fear of taking things to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a product of my own self issues. I am a product of my own fear. I am a product of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, I'll be convinced enough by a man and his love to the point where I won't be afraid of the C word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait patiently. But really, not for that man to come. But for myself to be done. And eventually, C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Video Games by Lana del Rey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-583474450644323563?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/583474450644323563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=583474450644323563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/583474450644323563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/583474450644323563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/12/c-for-crocodile-hunter.html' title='C, for Crocodile Hunter.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-781496344580840177</id><published>2011-11-25T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T01:19:04.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demoralizing Pickles</title><content type='html'>I know that I might not be good in everything. I'm a mediocre type of person, where I do everything averagely. But that doesn't mean that I can't try to be better at it. I can learn. And I think it's your job to help me to improve. Because by doing so, I will be able to help you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people who don't know me, just judge me based on that slight piece of information that they know. Sorry, I reached my boiling point and you just lost a little of my respect. Everytime I think of your face, it makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral that I've learnt here is that, do not judge someone solely on what you knew. Take time to evolve with them. That is when someone's worth is at its maximum, when they're trying to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : You Learnt by Bo Amir Iqram&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-781496344580840177?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/781496344580840177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=781496344580840177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/781496344580840177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/781496344580840177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/11/demoralizing-pickles.html' title='Demoralizing Pickles'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-9025299802867988251</id><published>2011-11-19T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:20:59.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awe.</title><content type='html'>My mother is an Indonesian. Her birth place, her citizenship, her language, her cooking. Everything she is, by far, is very Indonesian.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father is a Malaysian, born and raised. From him that I've gotten all things Malaysian about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I to talk about history or culture or politics or social issues? But I am what I called, of a mixed heritage. And these two countries are one of those in the world that shares so much, yet seems so intolerant about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up living in Malaysia and I am very proud of what we have here in Malaysia, especially our ability to move forward and the privileges that we are able to give our people. And in that home, I grew up with all the Indonesian words and courtesies and I watched all my family members evolved to respect the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand that Malaysians are too used to the stigma that Indonesians are of lower standard, especially when they have someone they called bibik cleaning after their home. And I see people around me throw nasty comments about Indonesians. Boy, was I offended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of all these, I developed a habit. I am usually in awe with people who falls in love with Indonesia. Be it the environment, the people, the language or anything there are about Indonesia. I find those people to be in a higher standard than anyone else. Because they are able to see light in a dark place, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I would really be honored if I can find more people who really fell in love with Indonesia. And vice versa when I am able to find Indonesians who fell in love with Malaysians, which really, is not a hard thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : 19 Stars by Meg and Dia Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-9025299802867988251?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/9025299802867988251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=9025299802867988251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/9025299802867988251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/9025299802867988251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/11/awe.html' title='Awe.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2065705714879809658</id><published>2011-11-09T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:39:20.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diverging the Margin</title><content type='html'>Life has been crazy dull lately. And I constantly find myself in a rage that I don't even understand and know about. They just exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems like they're not functioning well enough to my definition. Even worse, I kept submerging myself and my imaginations into all these TV series that I'm watching. Like seriously, that is NOT a healthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knight in shining armour, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Come As You Are by Yuna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2065705714879809658?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2065705714879809658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2065705714879809658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2065705714879809658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2065705714879809658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/11/diverging-margin.html' title='Diverging the Margin'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6305918907647790428</id><published>2011-06-09T19:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:22:05.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Are Going To Gag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 35 months since the day I said "Okay". I still remember that day. We were at Swenz, Sunway Penang. He was relatively small back then. He has grown so much since that day. But it's okay, babyboo, no worries because I still love you just the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had some very good times together. And also had crazy fights which I believe the world agrees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran out of words whenever I wish to talk about you and I don't know why. 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height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9eEVhPgTQ0/TfC1hwhK7FI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-6Red6mdExc/s400/180620093543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616188326895348818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwOGQkBHCbE/TfC0zpfICzI/AAAAAAAAAYU/drHXq8BhPQw/s1600/IMG_2623.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwOGQkBHCbE/TfC0zpfICzI/AAAAAAAAAYU/drHXq8BhPQw/s400/IMG_2623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616187534733740850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hX5MqauscIA/TfC0zVmnfoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HYDPhty0MYE/s1600/DSC02062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hX5MqauscIA/TfC0zVmnfoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HYDPhty0MYE/s400/DSC02062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616187529396452994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ud5RZjzH_kQ/TfC0y0tKWbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FC6jMB0Ac5E/s1600/DSC01894.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3QdWMJdrp4/TfC0yDLkjQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jelbV-fwGLU/s400/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616187507271306498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-my7i8jlVHSA/TfCzc2-ni6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/-tjhbG1ZY2c/s1600/IMG_2903.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-my7i8jlVHSA/TfCzc2-ni6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/-tjhbG1ZY2c/s400/IMG_2903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616186043706870690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pssb_xnS6MM/TfCzcD2cEyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PI4f1aYNS4s/s1600/IMG_3501.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pssb_xnS6MM/TfCzcD2cEyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PI4f1aYNS4s/s400/IMG_3501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616186029982356258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiiHGtj0Q0A/TfCzb-BI8xI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1P6XT4xAH2E/s1600/SP_A0856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiiHGtj0Q0A/TfCzb-BI8xI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1P6XT4xAH2E/s400/SP_A0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616186028416627474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxFYZcaUE_U/TfCzbs4FCtI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-V1HdGwmO04/s1600/n620488682_736437_8996.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxFYZcaUE_U/TfCzbs4FCtI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-V1HdGwmO04/s400/n620488682_736437_8996.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616186023815219922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu0685ctxhs/TfCzbeyMUlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GbGW6_SGSIY/s1600/ugkugkjhfdtry6rtvuyt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu0685ctxhs/TfCzbeyMUlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GbGW6_SGSIY/s400/ugkugkjhfdtry6rtvuyt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616186020032434770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxiwX_9Lj30/TfCyeL2M_EI/AAAAAAAAAXE/pnI_nxkjs0w/s1600/DSC_0167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxiwX_9Lj30/TfCyeL2M_EI/AAAAAAAAAXE/pnI_nxkjs0w/s400/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616184966976961602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivNEc9TDhFI/TfCydtP58TI/AAAAAAAAAW8/V5aFrKO4-6c/s1600/-003a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivNEc9TDhFI/TfCydtP58TI/AAAAAAAAAW8/V5aFrKO4-6c/s400/-003a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616184958763266354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEWL3RoD6hA/TfCyc89LkMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ht8qEBGupjs/s1600/-004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEWL3RoD6hA/TfCyc89LkMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ht8qEBGupjs/s400/-004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616184945799827650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjTu1GV6CSw/TfCyc90itvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/b_NjsMhj8ZI/s1600/-028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjTu1GV6CSw/TfCyc90itvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/b_NjsMhj8ZI/s400/-028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616184946032031474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The oh-so-many faces of you. He is actually, such a clown. &lt;i&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6305918907647790428?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6305918907647790428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6305918907647790428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6305918907647790428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6305918907647790428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/06/people-are-going-to-gag.html' title='People Are Going To Gag'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zl43_sPxfU/TfC3119B9uI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bdqDHKNijLc/s72-c/IMG_1021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6049746988548118341</id><published>2011-06-08T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:09:55.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock, Who's There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-orNNl3eZx4s/Te-aJM-ie4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/b7IrvaHi2Xw/s1600/james-franco-kissing-self-12082010-60-820x458.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-orNNl3eZx4s/Te-aJM-ie4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/b7IrvaHi2Xw/s400/james-franco-kissing-self-12082010-60-820x458.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876743247330178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to do this, James. You know all you have to do is just ask, right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Lyric on My Lips by MC Tali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6049746988548118341?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6049746988548118341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6049746988548118341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6049746988548118341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6049746988548118341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/06/knock-knock-whos-there.html' title='Knock Knock, Who&apos;s There?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-orNNl3eZx4s/Te-aJM-ie4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/b7IrvaHi2Xw/s72-c/james-franco-kissing-self-12082010-60-820x458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-5910623716291918031</id><published>2011-05-31T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T21:28:14.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye, Blackbird.</title><content type='html'>Death is like seeing a bird that once held fly away. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know it won't come back. You know you had ample time to caress and touch and love the bird. You know the bird is flying to a place that it'll love. You'll be sad for one moment, and when sanity hits you, you know that it's for the best. Smile for the bird. Let it go with full honesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you'll be amongst the great ones up there. I'll be here thinking of you each day and pray for you. I had lots of good times with you, though we weren't always together. To verbally state what you've brought to my life won't ever be enough to even visualize what I really feel inside. I just hope that one day, I'll join you in heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Fallen by 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-5910623716291918031?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/5910623716291918031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=5910623716291918031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5910623716291918031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5910623716291918031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/05/bye-bye-blackbird.html' title='Bye Bye, Blackbird.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2018169283516131906</id><published>2011-05-25T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:01:26.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Creatures We Are, Aren't We?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;That's the thing about leaving. You always want to have the feelings that you have another soft surface that you can fall into &lt;b&gt;before &lt;/b&gt;you leave. Having that soft surface is like having a guarantee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;An assurance that when all hell breaks loose; you’ll have a place to go to, a person to walk to, a heart to talk to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THAT is something that you got to have before leaving, and believe it or not, THAT is also what makes you stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;See, as long as you haven’t found that surface, you’re going to just suck it up and stay in that same old relationship for far way too long than you can ever imagine. Even if it hurts all tiny bones of yours, you’ll stay because you don’t want to end up crying alone at night. &lt;u&gt;Nobody wants to be that person&lt;/u&gt;. The moment you found that surface, you or anybody in this existence will not hesitate to leave. &lt;/span&gt;In other words, that surface that we’ve all been searching for is called a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nobody wants to be the substitute, but nonetheless, everybody will find a substitute first before any sudden death movements. Human beings are really funny creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Entah by Afgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2018169283516131906?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2018169283516131906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2018169283516131906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2018169283516131906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2018169283516131906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/05/funny-creatures-we-are-arent-we.html' title='Funny Creatures We Are, Aren&apos;t We?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1758650270453370839</id><published>2011-05-19T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:44:25.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Shoe is A Dirty Shoe?</title><content type='html'>One thing led to another. And God always finds His way to show our wrongdoings. I want to take this opportunity to apologize for all the mistakes I've made to you. I know, I also have gazillion of mistakes to other people, but you are such a good person at heart, it breaks my heart to see you fall and cry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always takes one major mistake to get it right. I regret having this mistake to exist all through my existence, but I hope it will teach me a lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Main Hati by Andra &amp;amp; The Backbone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1758650270453370839?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1758650270453370839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1758650270453370839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1758650270453370839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1758650270453370839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/05/whose-shoe-is-dirty-shoe.html' title='Whose Shoe is A Dirty Shoe?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-163769401274201124</id><published>2011-04-04T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:49:43.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stutter.</title><content type='html'>I said goodbye. I chose for it to be that way. Maybe not for eternity, maybe it's just temporary. But maybe not for temporary, maybe it's for eternity. We never know what the future holds. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said goodbye. But I find it hard to chew the information when I saw you visualizing it. It just hit me that this is a two-way street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said goodbye. I played all the aching songs. I played all songs about regret, about endings. But even I don't know if it's healthy or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said goodbye. You said goodbye. We said goodbye to something so beautiful, something so rare that people craves for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Highway To Hell by Maroon 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-163769401274201124?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/163769401274201124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=163769401274201124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/163769401274201124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/163769401274201124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/04/stutter.html' title='Stutter.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-592166752456721884</id><published>2011-04-04T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T01:16:18.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Me, Kill Me</title><content type='html'>I can't run from wanting to know what you're doing.&lt;div&gt;I can't avoid wanting to dial your number and tell you my silly ramblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say I can stop thinking about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized those whenever we're in a foul mood. But if we're on our normal days where the waves aren't high and the winds aren't strong, I can't help but think about What-If?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if we can ditch time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if you are more of Qi Razali than who you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I got to alter you the way I want you to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if we decided to end this and watch each other from afar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You didn't break my heart, but instead &lt;b&gt;we broke ours&lt;/b&gt;. And I apologize to you for that. I didn't mean it to be this way, but trust me, you are the best guy I've ever loved. I just wish that you will be the man I can continue loving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viva forever,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be waiting,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everlasting like the sun,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live forever,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the moment,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever searching for the one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Hold On by Good Charlotte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-592166752456721884?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/592166752456721884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=592166752456721884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/592166752456721884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/592166752456721884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/04/shoot-me-kill-me.html' title='Shoot Me, Kill Me'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-690541688144044836</id><published>2011-04-03T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T02:35:50.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Oranges and Bananas</title><content type='html'>Human beings are constantly scared. I am constantly scared. It is because of that, we always refrain ourselves from doing things that we secretly wish we can do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are scared that the ones we care about will someday leave us. We are scared of putting our hands in the water. We are scared to try new things. We are scared to move on from a bad heartache. We are scared to love someone else after we're broken. We are scared of death. We are scared of telling what we really, truly feel inside. We are scared of our own emotions. We are scared to say I Love You to our parents. We are scared of doing something good for ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell how much I'm scared each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Something About The Way You Look Tonight by Sir Elton John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-690541688144044836?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/690541688144044836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=690541688144044836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/690541688144044836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/690541688144044836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-oranges-and-bananas.html' title='Of Oranges and Bananas'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6853297202804979260</id><published>2011-03-28T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:48:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Bottle Runs Cold</title><content type='html'>There's nothing I want more than to grow old with you, and sit reminiscing all that we have. I wish to live like Allie and Noah, the part where after all the journey, we found each other again. Yes, this is a love-hate relationship that we're having, but at least, it's you that I come home to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a boy with me, be a man with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG AT THE MOMENT : Cryin' by Aerosmith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6853297202804979260?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6853297202804979260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6853297202804979260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6853297202804979260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6853297202804979260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/03/blue-bottle-runs-cold.html' title='Blue Bottle Runs Cold'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-3606113956955051315</id><published>2011-03-04T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:35:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mama Addiction</title><content type='html'>I had a good day somewhere around past couple of weeks. I went to fly a kite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;See, life is like flying a kite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;To initiate the flying, you have to let it go. Let it feel the wind and it will soon raise up itself as the wind carry it along. Once it's up there in the wide sky, you have to monitor them by keep holding on to the string. That is the least that we can do. We don't know what might happen to our kite, what it might encounter, whom it might bump into. Those are things which are out of our control, because we are only standing at far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when suddenly something interfere or intervenes with your kite that might affect its flying, you pull the string slowly. You navigate them, you stabilize them. And when the coast is clear, you let them go and they'll navigate themselves again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With kites, you can never pull too hard or let go too much. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's how it is with life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. You cannot be too intense with it, or everything around you will strain together with it. And you definitely cannot ignore it too much as it will soon fly away from your grasps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish life is as easy as all the philosophies that tried to explain what life really is and how to treat life good. Different lives have different ups and downs. Different lives need different navigation, and softness, and roughness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, be good to life. And thus, life will be good to you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Robocop by Kanye West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-3606113956955051315?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/3606113956955051315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=3606113956955051315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3606113956955051315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3606113956955051315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-mama-addiction.html' title='Hey Mama Addiction'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-356050657244301790</id><published>2011-02-16T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:25:29.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescent Row</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDcYTOaU7kU/TVqnw60jnhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HOXY5fn7-Kc/s1600/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't say that I have a hard relationship. Nor did I have an easy one. But I am grateful for what I've been given with - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for those times where you stood by me when no one else would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for pushing me so that I always take my medications whenever I'm sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for waiting for me when you finished class earlier, and you fell asleep on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for picking up my angry calls even though you hated it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for those late night snacks you send me when I complain that I'm not full after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for buying those Nasi Lemak that sells out fast in front of the apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for letting me teach you how to flirt with other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all the sacrifices you've made me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all the other things that I failed to blog today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, the truth is, I chose you. We chose each other. I know I may seem biased that I fancy you more rather than my family, which I really don't actually. But it's a true fact, that we chose to be like this. And I am truly honored that I, for once, have made the right choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may loathe the whole idea of celebrating Valentine's Day, but because I assume that February 14th is a day to show love, this is my way to show love to you. Thank you for every tiny bits you've done that have changed me to the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDcYTOaU7kU/TVqnw60jnhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HOXY5fn7-Kc/s400/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573951947689664018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : You Learnt by Bo Amir Iqram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-356050657244301790?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/356050657244301790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=356050657244301790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/356050657244301790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/356050657244301790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/02/crescent-row.html' title='Crescent Row'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDcYTOaU7kU/TVqnw60jnhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HOXY5fn7-Kc/s72-c/DSC01708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8700353283147779503</id><published>2011-01-29T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:11:49.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw, I Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like marrying Chuck Bass. If I can have those mysterious, brooding eyes and charisma, then damn, I'll be married as fast as I could.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/TUQtDWEf6GI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PdzKORfUo9E/s400/chuck-bass.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567624574824081506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Salvation by The Cranberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8700353283147779503?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8700353283147779503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8700353283147779503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8700353283147779503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8700353283147779503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-saw-i-dream.html' title='I Saw, I Dream'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/TUQtDWEf6GI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PdzKORfUo9E/s72-c/chuck-bass.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8061484514295487317</id><published>2011-01-09T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:47:15.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam I Am</title><content type='html'>When two people decide that they want to be in a relationship together, they are aware that they are going to give full commitment and undivided attention to their better half. And they are doing this on their on will, and not on someone else's. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when this happen, they also understood that the relationship doesn't have a specific expiry date, a guarantee nor does it come with any warranty card. This means that, this relationship either work or doesn't, and nobody knows the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;In other words, we are gambling. We are constantly taking risks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes, we doubt ourselves along the way. We look at someone else. We are with someone else. In a simpler word, we cheat. People cheat for 2 reasons :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) They are not able to give the best to their partner and is expecting more, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Their partner are not able to give them the best and is expecting more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time, we don't cheat with others just because we stopped loving our partner. It just crossed our mind to do so, because as I said earlier, relationships doesn't come with a guarantee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, later in our life we'll find ourself snapping back to reality. And loving our partner is the best thing to do. People who cheats always go back to the start, because they realized that they've picked the best for themselves. Even if it does not have any guarantee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Got Your Back by TI feat Keri Hilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8061484514295487317?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8061484514295487317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8061484514295487317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8061484514295487317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8061484514295487317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/01/sam-i-am.html' title='Sam I Am'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-7240199567219710593</id><published>2011-01-04T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:39:12.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Aiyo to Froyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Women are selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; That's one way to look at it, but I chose to look from a totally different perspective.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women, or girls when they're younger, are human beings whom are love to be loved. And adore to be adored. They love it when you praise them, look after them, care for them, and be able to look in their eye and stay true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now prefer to write short blogs as I tend to lose my attention. And yes, I admit, I am selfish too. I do exactly what the media has said about what women do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two things that I think is very much accurate to counter-attack the statement above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Women will one day become selfless in love once they found a soft spot for them to let their hair down in the relationship, when the can love with full trust and be loved for their imperfections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Women don't know what they want. So keep showering them with all you've got. Because maybe one day, because of those actions, they suddenly know what they want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : One In A Million by Ne-Yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-7240199567219710593?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/7240199567219710593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=7240199567219710593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7240199567219710593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7240199567219710593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-aiyo-to-froyo.html' title='From Aiyo to Froyo'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8804604834343126544</id><published>2010-12-31T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:48:02.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry Me, G</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nOqtqYEnRGI?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingin Putus Saja by Gamaliel, Audrey, Cantika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. The Tapiherus are super hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8804604834343126544?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8804604834343126544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8804604834343126544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8804604834343126544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8804604834343126544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/12/gamal-audrey-cantika-ingin-putus-saja.html' title='Marry Me, G'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nOqtqYEnRGI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-3572002084306812442</id><published>2010-10-18T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:57:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make All of This Dissappear</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing in AGES. And honestly, I don't write because there's too much things in my head. But I can't seem to get it out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I wish I have loads of time and money. I just want to bake my nerves out. Though I ain't no expert in baking, I love how baking makes me feel. It makes me feel relieved, like there's nothing I should care about. Not even the criticism I'll receive eventually. I just don't care. That is why I bake when I'm facing something, because I wish I can just shut everything and don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) When things aged, we need to do alternative things to spice it up. So that we can search the inner interest and put it on track again. Thus, came this : &lt;a href="http://hello878.tumblr.com"&gt;CLICK ME!&lt;/a&gt; It's nothing but it meant something to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) God, I wish I have more space. Please let me be who I always be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : I'll Be Waiting by Lenny Kravitz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-3572002084306812442?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/3572002084306812442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=3572002084306812442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3572002084306812442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3572002084306812442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/10/make-all-of-this-dissapear.html' title='Make All of This Dissappear'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-555722056533040712</id><published>2010-09-01T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:58:04.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bird, It's Superman?</title><content type='html'>At some point, everybody wants to be free. They want to be set free. Like a dove, caged and waiting to just fly. That's the reason behind the phrase "Fly Like a Bird".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, at some point, wanted to be free too. I want to walk without having to tell someone. I want to lay naked on the floor without being afraid of others. I want to sing, shout and cook at the same time. I want to stay sloppy in front of the TV all month long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder sometimes, people want to move out of their parents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : 12.51 by The Strokes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-555722056533040712?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/555722056533040712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=555722056533040712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/555722056533040712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/555722056533040712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-bird-its-superman.html' title='It&apos;s a Bird, It&apos;s Superman?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1487083043438259742</id><published>2010-08-06T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:40:45.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See Different</title><content type='html'>It has really been quite a while. Things have change. A lot of things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away from someone who has always been your support system is something that I have been doing almost my whole life. I am okay with being away from those whom I prefer to be near to me. But this time around, I guess it's pretty&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as this person is someone I chose, not someone who has been picked for me. As to that fact, it means that there's a 50-50 chance of losing the person. But what kept us strong? Our fascinating facts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor of Engineering ( Hons) Civil.&lt;br /&gt;Things are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. The people are different. The location is different. The smell is different. The ritual is different. The weather is damn different. But it revolves around the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like someone who tried to swim in the river when she doesn't know how to swim. I was gasping, choking at my early time here. But I managed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am moving permanently to Shah Alam. I guess it will be totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am changing 360. Everything is, well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Bang by Rye Rey ft. MIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1487083043438259742?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1487083043438259742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1487083043438259742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1487083043438259742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1487083043438259742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-see-different.html' title='I See Different'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1554744548310420024</id><published>2010-05-23T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:06:30.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Everybody has a story. And that story shows how courageous we are in life. I'm not sure whether I have a story worth telling. But I know a story worth telling and worth certified as life lived courageously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has 17 children for which she raised herself. Her husband died when her youngest child is only 2 months old. She lived by the river in Medan, and lived a very hard life. She managed to put all her children through school, graduated and became someone. One of her daughter died of extreme abuse by her husband. And she couldn't do anything as her voice was not heard, believed coming from her lack of financial ability. Currently, 11 of her children are married and she is supporting another 6 at home. To support her children all these while, she did cleaning works at various houses. And recently, she started becoming a domestic worker agent where she search for any domestic workforce in her area. To add to my awe, she is illiterate. She can't read. And I imagined, how she had done it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there are stories put there that we have yet heard of. But I believe that this woman's story is a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is at her strongest when she is 'Mother' mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, what is your story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : I Want You To by Weezer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1554744548310420024?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1554744548310420024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1554744548310420024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1554744548310420024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1554744548310420024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/05/stories-anyone.html' title='Stories, Anyone?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6073742312992622648</id><published>2010-05-14T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:55:52.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkling Is Not Alcoholic.</title><content type='html'>Never, as in ever, befriend the guy that you used to have a crush on. Or let the guy who have a crush on you to befriend you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I meant with the said statement is, don't be best friends. Because you can never run, from your feelings, from the fact, from the history, from the awkwardness. One day, trust me, what you thought has reached the deep end, will eventually come to the surface again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No level of intimacy will delete the fact that you used to like this guy, or vice versa. It's either you face it or not. Under certain circumstances, I think it is kind of true with the saying " Men and women will never be just friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Drummer Boys by Debi Nova&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6073742312992622648?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6073742312992622648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6073742312992622648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6073742312992622648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6073742312992622648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/05/sparkling-is-not-alcoholic.html' title='Sparkling Is Not Alcoholic.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6136251715563768244</id><published>2010-05-13T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:09:16.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima Kasih Daun Keladi</title><content type='html'>So here it is. I finished my Diploma in Civil Engineering. Honestly, I love the course. I just hate the place. Penang oh Penang, how I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Get Free by The Vines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6136251715563768244?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6136251715563768244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6136251715563768244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6136251715563768244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6136251715563768244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/05/terima-kasih-daun-keladi.html' title='Terima Kasih Daun Keladi'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-3955913565321490655</id><published>2010-04-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:01:05.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Rachel, Not Sarah</title><content type='html'>We all watch movies every day. Deep inside our mind, heart and soul, we wish to have a bit of the movie instilled in our lives. We all do. Even in our sub-conscious dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a sinner for wanting my life to be like in the movies. I believe that one day, someone will turn my life into one. Someone will make my days as if there’s a director telling him what to do next. In fact, i even wish that that person is the director himself, not the actor. Actors act, directors do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, most people will find it ridiculous that i want my life to be that way. Maybe simply because the one i have now gives me major headaches almost every single day. People say that the reason why i am like that is because i am dissatisfied with my days. Maybe, but maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever say to me that life in the movies does not exist. They do. I saw it with my eyes, but in other peoples’ lives. Is it wrong if I secretly wish that they were mine instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But up until now, sadly, my life is just a plain life. Someone please save me. Either saves me by bringing me out of this fantasy, or by turning my life into real characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Again by Lady Gaga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-3955913565321490655?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/3955913565321490655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=3955913565321490655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3955913565321490655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3955913565321490655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-rachel-not-sarah.html' title='I Am Rachel, Not Sarah'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8650792411534762</id><published>2010-04-02T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:10:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need?</title><content type='html'>I always thought that a person is like a game or a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are made to be like &lt;u&gt;Crossword Puzzle&lt;/u&gt; : where you have a guideline, and you have to find it.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are like &lt;u&gt;Mystery Puzzle&lt;/u&gt; : where you have to pay the extra effort to know this particular person.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are like &lt;u&gt;Monopoly&lt;/u&gt; : the more you have, the more he/she opens up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are like &lt;u&gt;Twister&lt;/u&gt; : they are one complicated creature, but never impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can identify what game a person is if you pay attention and analyze the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain people has been identifying me as a hard person. And never in my mind I disagree with that. But I don't even know at which level of hardness I am currently in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things has parked their asses in my mind lately :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I seldom understand people who doesn't have any clue on what they want to be in their future life. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note, not what they are going to do, mind you&lt;/span&gt;. I don't even know what am I gonna do in my future. But at least I have a clue on what I want to be. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Maybe it's a bad choice, maybe it's not even close to being right, but at least it's something. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go for it. Take a risk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But seriously, don't you have any ambitions when you were small?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;At some point, I hate it when people became dependent on me. Regarding anything. &lt;em&gt;When to do this, how to go there, which to pick, what not to do.&lt;/em&gt; I don't like it because when I work, it relates with my mood. If I am not in the mood to do so, trust me, you'll get nothing. But once I am, everything around me turns into a black hole.&lt;em&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But heck yeah I can force myself to do it. But compared to when I got 'it'? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not going to say "Relationship is like a battlefield". No. To me, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relationship is like baking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You are not born to know how to bake. You learn it. Everybody can bake once they know how to. But do they taste good? To bake something tasty, you gotta have &lt;u&gt;the passion&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;the feel&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;the love&lt;/u&gt;. Even when you baked something nasty, keep trying. If you have the drive to still want to bake, one day you will bake something nice. &lt;span&gt;Just like being in a &lt;span&gt;relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Hungover by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ke&lt;/span&gt;$ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8650792411534762?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8650792411534762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8650792411534762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8650792411534762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8650792411534762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need.html' title='I Need?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-7714984758688211928</id><published>2010-03-20T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:55:14.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks A Lot.</title><content type='html'>You almost always pick the best times&lt;br /&gt;To drop the worst lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You almost made me cry again this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another false alarm red flashing lights&lt;br /&gt;Well this time I'm goin' to watch myself die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made it a game to play your games&lt;br /&gt;And let myself cry&lt;br /&gt;I buried myself alive on the inside&lt;br /&gt;So I could shut you out&lt;br /&gt;And let you go away for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's okay I puked the day away&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way&lt;br /&gt;And if you want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the chain broke away&lt;br /&gt;And I felt it the day that I had my own time&lt;br /&gt;I took advantage of myself and felt fine&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth the night&lt;br /&gt;I caught an early flight and I made it at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's okay I puked the day away&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way&lt;br /&gt;And if you want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to ask&lt;br /&gt;Nicer than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot on your neck&lt;br /&gt;I finally have you&lt;br /&gt;Right where I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's okay I puked the day away&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way&lt;br /&gt;And if you want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to ask&lt;br /&gt;Nicer than that&lt;br /&gt;(I guess it's okay I puked the day away)&lt;br /&gt;Nicer than that&lt;br /&gt;(I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to ask&lt;br /&gt;Nicer than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Buried Myself Alive by The Used&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-7714984758688211928?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-7384886762846131611</id><published>2010-03-18T17:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:54:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass That Dutch!</title><content type='html'>I don't fancy these two. But as a pair, they spell awesome. Googling the two names combined puts smile to my face. :) Please send your love here, ZV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449907242534284450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1wyIVrKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lRetn3YABPY/s400/yt.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1wuN3HzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/eVHDUU-WhV8/s1600-h/xvb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449907241483706162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1wuN3HzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/eVHDUU-WhV8/s400/xvb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1wYGaI2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/-FSuod6VmfI/s1600-h/xz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449907235546866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1wYGaI2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/-FSuod6VmfI/s400/xz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1v3HPvbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Kz4vbK4z_vs/s1600-h/xcvbnm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449907226692009394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1v3HPvbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Kz4vbK4z_vs/s400/xcvbnm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1GlftCkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Yrai_qF0DeY/s1600-h/ret.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449906517588118082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1GlftCkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Yrai_qF0DeY/s400/ret.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1Gd5R0tI/AAAAAAAAATs/qTkgwWE3KPw/s1600-h/poiuytr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449906515547902674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1Gd5R0tI/AAAAAAAAATs/qTkgwWE3KPw/s400/poiuytr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449906506242215426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1F7OoTgI/AAAAAAAAATk/O5tPoZlvbJo/s400/po.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1FKQ7orI/AAAAAAAAATc/8Wh1IRIg6B4/s1600-h/oiyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449906493098533554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1FKQ7orI/AAAAAAAAATc/8Wh1IRIg6B4/s400/oiyu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H0cIc1QaI/AAAAAAAAATU/xnXtGfxYdyA/s1600-h/qwedf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449905788236939682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H0cIc1QaI/AAAAAAAAATU/xnXtGfxYdyA/s400/qwedf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H0b-lvDYI/AAAAAAAAATM/1BJvWj1I5ow/s1600-h/gh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449905785589927298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H0b-lvDYI/AAAAAAAAATM/1BJvWj1I5ow/s400/gh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H0bV4TnCI/AAAAAAAAATE/TnP-UC44bKs/s1600-h/fdvca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449905774661966882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H0bV4TnCI/AAAAAAAAATE/TnP-UC44bKs/s400/fdvca.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6HytWTwMXI/AAAAAAAAASk/CWw_zsLt19c/s1600-h/fd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449903884991476082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6HytWTwMXI/AAAAAAAAASk/CWw_zsLt19c/s400/fd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6Hys3ugEHI/AAAAAAAAASc/hlIAHVRgHoA/s1600-h/fdiu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449903876782166130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6Hys3ugEHI/AAAAAAAAASc/hlIAHVRgHoA/s400/fdiu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6Hyr1u47BI/AAAAAAAAASU/9opGoWbt1ZM/s1600-h/dsfl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449903859067055122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6Hyr1u47BI/AAAAAAAAASU/9opGoWbt1ZM/s400/dsfl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6HyR4WLB1I/AAAAAAAAASM/ujKuNObH0GA/s1600-h/bncghk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449903413092091730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6HyR4WLB1I/AAAAAAAAASM/ujKuNObH0GA/s400/bncghk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6HyRnzCxvI/AAAAAAAAASE/hBOQSTnLsQY/s1600-h/bn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449903408649783026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6HyRnzCxvI/AAAAAAAAASE/hBOQSTnLsQY/s400/bn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6Hx8-kaP8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/0SA0lwlK0iI/s1600-h/asdfg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449903053985169346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6Hx8-kaP8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/0SA0lwlK0iI/s400/asdfg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6Hx8T-LBOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/llwVddJvCkg/s1600-h/as.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449903042550498530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6Hx8T-LBOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/llwVddJvCkg/s400/as.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of you greatly. Love is a fun thing to watch and feel, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Funny Little Feeling by Rock 'n' Roll Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-7384886762846131611?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/7384886762846131611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=7384886762846131611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7384886762846131611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7384886762846131611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/03/pass-that-dutch.html' title='Pass That Dutch!'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S6H1wyIVrKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lRetn3YABPY/s72-c/yt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-5896020031449283738</id><published>2010-03-06T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:18:14.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Help Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8N7JeD8I/AAAAAAAAARs/3jK5Uisfw0M/s1600-h/18127209_020_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199634381017026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8N7JeD8I/AAAAAAAAARs/3jK5Uisfw0M/s400/18127209_020_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8NtGg64I/AAAAAAAAARk/9RIMXpqcPzM/s1600-h/17945387_014_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199630610525058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8NtGg64I/AAAAAAAAARk/9RIMXpqcPzM/s400/17945387_014_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8NWLhPOI/AAAAAAAAARc/2EfUL7Q4WCc/s1600-h/17788134_020_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199624457501922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8NWLhPOI/AAAAAAAAARc/2EfUL7Q4WCc/s400/17788134_020_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8M2G632I/AAAAAAAAARU/egTPwAVHN4M/s1600-h/17788126_020_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199615848275810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8M2G632I/AAAAAAAAARU/egTPwAVHN4M/s400/17788126_020_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8MnDlr0I/AAAAAAAAARM/gzJwPDoAzBA/s1600-h/17533845_072_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199611807772482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8MnDlr0I/AAAAAAAAARM/gzJwPDoAzBA/s400/17533845_072_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E7p1G_hZI/AAAAAAAAARE/fpojLV4xzSA/s1600-h/17539271_060_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199014284723602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E7p1G_hZI/AAAAAAAAARE/fpojLV4xzSA/s400/17539271_060_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E7pq-4X5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/etcMcFRsJOg/s1600-h/17164633_001_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199011566346130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E7pq-4X5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/etcMcFRsJOg/s400/17164633_001_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E7pcNj-mI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sdvfYpBHfqk/s1600-h/85A0036_01_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445199007601392226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E7pcNj-mI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sdvfYpBHfqk/s400/85A0036_01_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Kau Kunci Cintaku by Ramlah Ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-5896020031449283738?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/5896020031449283738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=5896020031449283738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5896020031449283738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5896020031449283738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/03/someone-help-me.html' title='Someone Help Me.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S5E8N7JeD8I/AAAAAAAAARs/3jK5Uisfw0M/s72-c/18127209_020_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1749024543407020229</id><published>2010-02-28T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:24:36.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zam Zam Ala Kazam</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I would rather follow and do nothing than be alone and thinking. But you wouldn't know that. You were too busy doing things that you left me for than realising that I'm better off with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would rather pick a fight and scream my head off than keeping it inside and show it through my expressions. But when I choose to be a little bit nicer, you wouldn't even notice that you could have done it better. Even more, you wouldn't even feel the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would rather leave you than look at you. Because that only means i feel nauseous with who you have become. But you wouldn't notice it either because you were too busy to remember that I can judge you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Creep by Radiohead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1749024543407020229?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1749024543407020229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1749024543407020229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1749024543407020229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1749024543407020229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/02/zam-zam-ala-kazam.html' title='Zam Zam Ala Kazam'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6884176907041771815</id><published>2010-02-25T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:50:18.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What What What What What</title><content type='html'>I took &lt;a href="https://update.ucas.co.uk/cgi-bin/hsrun.hse/Stamford/ucas_reg/ucas_reg.hjx;start=ucas_reg.HspersonalDetails.run"&gt;The Stamford Test&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;Here are your results Ameera Nur Diana Munawar. Click on the links below to see what courses are offered in your chosen subject area :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surveying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports &amp;amp; Leisure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Building / Architecture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Civil Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art / Craft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mechanical Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mathematics / Statistics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English / Literary Studies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Communication&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Media / Radio / TV / Film&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Politics Studies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Town and Country Planning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemical Technologies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drama / Theatrical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modern Language&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Studies / Science&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Design Studies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philosophy &amp;amp; Theology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemical Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classical Languages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ancient History&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;International Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG, haha. So, What's yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Keep Holding On by Avril Lavigne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="https://update.ucas.co.uk/cgi-bin/hsrun.hse/Stamford/ucas_reg/ucas_reg.hjx;start=ucas_reg.HspersonalDetails.run"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6884176907041771815?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6884176907041771815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6884176907041771815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6884176907041771815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6884176907041771815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-what-what-what-what.html' title='What What What What What'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-213247758016092308</id><published>2010-02-23T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:08:17.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seat #100</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is really like a glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Sometimes you can take care of it full-heartedly and never let them break. Sometimes you have to dissapoint yourself when you're watching them fall apart. Sometimes you have to hurt yourself trying to glue them back. But sometimes, you just have to walk away because deep inside you know that they can never go back to the way they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Your Love Is My Drug by Ke$ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-213247758016092308?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/213247758016092308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=213247758016092308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/213247758016092308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/213247758016092308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/02/seat-100.html' title='Seat #100'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1692256698406833763</id><published>2010-02-20T17:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:12:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Thurrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3_B5INMvZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ub_nwTn5FB0/s1600-h/picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440280062086397330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3_B5INMvZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ub_nwTn5FB0/s400/picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3_ARAXLKCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nKHuQp8TVUQ/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440278273274357794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3_ARAXLKCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nKHuQp8TVUQ/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3-_uWbeR8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/FCuRZ0IAxsU/s1600-h/IMG_1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440277677902546882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3-_uWbeR8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/FCuRZ0IAxsU/s400/IMG_1289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3-5SGt4TUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/13OWXEkE1ZY/s1600-h/IMG_2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440270595578678594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3-5SGt4TUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/13OWXEkE1ZY/s400/IMG_2135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3-0xIJqn7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/B2GECEJyuTE/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440265630981463986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3-0xIJqn7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/B2GECEJyuTE/s400/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3-zEWPNVRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GfGvzigSDF0/s1600-h/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440263762157065490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3-zEWPNVRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GfGvzigSDF0/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We don't choose them. Instead, they were chosen for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all fated to be on this blood line because we know, no matter how mismatched and different we are, we are actually sharing this tiny molecule that makes us all similar. We have each other's backs. And whatever crazy thing comes and hit our head, deep inside we all know that it's gonna be okay. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1692256698406833763?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1692256698406833763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1692256698406833763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1692256698406833763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1692256698406833763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/02/right-thurrrrrr.html' title='Right Thurrrrrr'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/S3_B5INMvZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ub_nwTn5FB0/s72-c/picture+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-7107866042915573808</id><published>2010-02-16T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:32:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sg Perak, 2000km.</title><content type='html'>Slumdog Millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what way does that movie has inspired me? No, it's not luck. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's memory and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Those are what keeps us going everyday. I need memory to stay alive because I need them for my exams, which will lead me to my diploma and degree, which is essential to get a job. And I need love to stay alive because without love, everything is a just a hollow tunnel that gets you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for finding me, you are my Jamal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-7107866042915573808?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/7107866042915573808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=7107866042915573808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7107866042915573808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7107866042915573808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/02/sg-perak-2000km.html' title='Sg Perak, 2000km.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-5567603007661849131</id><published>2010-02-09T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:07:53.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Come Again Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to put myself in the express lane for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture myself married to this guy. Most wives decide on the husband's what to wear, what to buy, what not to buy and such. Where do I stand in that position? He &lt;u&gt;KNEW&lt;/u&gt; what to pick for himself, he &lt;u&gt;KNEW&lt;/u&gt; where to go and what to buy. In fact, I'm the one who needs to be told. I don't need to tutor him on how to be presentable to the public eye, because he &lt;u&gt;KNEW&lt;/u&gt;. He &lt;u&gt;KNEW&lt;/u&gt; how to look in the mirror and tie his own tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually a woman loves being handed a responsibility regarding the man. And it's the saying : Behind Every Great Man Lies A Great Woman. But I am the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Unlike Me by Kate Havenvik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-5567603007661849131?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/5567603007661849131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=5567603007661849131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5567603007661849131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5567603007661849131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-again-another-day.html' title='...Come Again Another Day'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-4949962806051318212</id><published>2010-02-06T03:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:06:09.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Struck By Lightning</title><content type='html'>Dubai. You can't blame me if I am in awe with the development. I study civil engineering. Though I find the Prince of Dubai a little bit crazy, but he has the guts to gamble everything with the impossible constructions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most adoration goes to The World, a series of 300 islands that are still under constructions which replicates the map of the world complete with all the islands and continents. The human race is filled with envy as Dubai is able to put themself in the map of the world, but really, they are actually putting us all in the map of Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are not done just there. They have TONS AND GAZILLIONS of other developments in plan. I don't pinpoint my fingers to anyone who have various views on this particular subject as being right or wrong. Just technically, I am in serious awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki them up. Who knows, you might join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Mathematics by Little Boots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-4949962806051318212?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/4949962806051318212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=4949962806051318212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4949962806051318212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4949962806051318212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/02/star-struck-by-lightning.html' title='Star Struck By Lightning'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-847455024668487633</id><published>2010-02-01T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:17:13.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Donuts and Bakeries</title><content type='html'>I only tell my deepest secret to you. Without having intentions of telling others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only let you know of my midnight dreams, and the nightmare that haunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only tell you all my thoughts. Be it wicked or nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagine that I can turn around and tell whoever who's not you and bear the fact that they'll laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm weird and you wish that I can be a little bit normal at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry, I'm staying the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Let Me by Rihanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-847455024668487633?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/847455024668487633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=847455024668487633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/847455024668487633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/847455024668487633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-donuts-and-bakeries.html' title='Of Donuts and Bakeries'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-7094180333664007531</id><published>2010-01-26T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:29:42.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You India</title><content type='html'>It's not easy to go through hardships of life without having people by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : As Long As You Love Me by Backstreet Boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-7094180333664007531?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/7094180333664007531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=7094180333664007531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7094180333664007531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7094180333664007531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-india.html' title='Thank You India'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6658052643145971930</id><published>2010-01-20T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:28:54.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Just Any Four Letter Word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So that is what love is all about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is having someone who constantly believes in you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing that that one person will always do their best to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Love is about having the right dosage of completion.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the guarantee that when we come home at night, there is that one person who waits for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the joy we feel when we make them smile.&lt;br /&gt;Love is sometimes painful, and forceful but never selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the stab you felt at the heart when you know that the person you love is not the person who can give you what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Love is that steps you have that are one pace faster whenever you think of your destination.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the damage done when you know that the other person had failed you, but love is also the feeling of need to stick and stay.&lt;br /&gt;Love is those late night calls you made when you feel like there’s something in the corner of the room, and you feel scared and you need someone to say that there’s nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Love is your Energizer, your Livita, your Carbohydrates. &lt;br /&gt;Love is that confidence they penetrate into you, which makes you feel like you can do just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;Love is those silent stares, and you know that it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;Love is when your heart just knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended movie : Radit Love Jani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : A Perfect Match by Bittersweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6658052643145971930?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6658052643145971930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6658052643145971930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6658052643145971930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6658052643145971930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-just-any-four-letter-word.html' title='It&apos;s Not Just Any Four Letter Word.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-4740889219505692701</id><published>2010-01-07T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:46:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Will Always Be The First</title><content type='html'>First love. What does it means? I am not sure what the two words means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the first relationship we had although we know it's not a real relationship? &lt;br /&gt;Is it the first time we lay our eyes on the first person we like? &lt;br /&gt;Is it the first time we experienced love and it's nasty? &lt;br /&gt;Is it the one person we had a relationship with and unable to forget him?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the person we are married to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, people always say that first love is hard to forget and never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It differs from one person to another. And I am still searching for my right definition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Sex Bomb by Tom Jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-4740889219505692701?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/4740889219505692701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=4740889219505692701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4740889219505692701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4740889219505692701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-will-always-be-first.html' title='There Will Always Be The First'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-3855708941292859435</id><published>2010-01-02T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:38:56.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^%&amp;*$%!@&amp;%!</title><content type='html'>Kan best kalau mencarut is allowed and legal. The world will be a much much MUCH better place. At least mine will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Fuck You by Lily Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-3855708941292859435?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/3855708941292859435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=3855708941292859435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3855708941292859435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3855708941292859435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='^%&amp;*$%!@&amp;%!'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1758207049265406964</id><published>2010-01-01T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:13:37.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance</title><content type='html'>It's not that I have anything in mind to say right now. It's a cliche that most people will post their hopes and resolutions as it is the starting of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard. Hard fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year was a nerve-wrecking ride. Things happened might not tick any boxes from "Things To Do Before You're 40", but it was a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy thing to say, I had people with me along the way. To Love, Chai and Friends, warm love from me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Thriller by Michael Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1758207049265406964?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1758207049265406964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1758207049265406964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1758207049265406964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1758207049265406964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1363298869096769405</id><published>2009-12-09T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:24:26.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Me</title><content type='html'>Handsome tapi casanova, main perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya tapi berlagak, pandang rendah kat orang.&lt;br /&gt;Baik tapi rosak, ambik dadah, hisap gam.&lt;br /&gt;Stylish tapi ketiak busuk, wax pakai deodorant tak.&lt;br /&gt;Pandai tapi sombong, perangai macam beruk.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki pujaan seluruh Malaysia tapi berat mulut macam ada gigi emas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baik tak payah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Satellite Heart by Anya Marina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1363298869096769405?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1363298869096769405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1363298869096769405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1363298869096769405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1363298869096769405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/12/vote-for-me.html' title='Vote for Me'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-4872564657142067133</id><published>2009-12-01T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:57:09.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mango and Peach</title><content type='html'>I once asked this one person,&lt;strong&gt; “How do you see me as a person?”.&lt;/strong&gt; And the person answered me with a message that took him some time to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kalau kawan I tanya I macamtu, I akan jawab, “ Mia tu kalau kau rasa kau dah kenal dia, kau silap sebab kau tak akan tahu dia betul betul macamana. Tapi percayalah, kalau kau dah start kenal and dah start kawan dengan dia, kau takkan puas untuk kawan dengan dia lagi”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one thoughtful way to describe me. It is very indirect but somehow very true. That person managed to capture what character I always choose to portray in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say that I am not a complicated person. No one is. I believe that no one in this world and also in their right mind will ever be an uncomplicated person. We were engineered that way : &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a complex, difficult, thorny and perplexed person that I am, I cannot be excluded from having these imaginary imaginations of how I want to be treated, pampered, showered and mollycoddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always wanted life to be like in the movies, where there is always someone who stays by your side and is able to see the positive side of you no matter how mean you are. And in the end, it’s always the good story ending. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I crave for times when I sulk and there is someone that got lost in the crowd in the middle of nowhere just to find me and console me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also imagine that every time a different situation comes, there’s a different song that plays automatically. And suddenly life turns into a video clip. And Beyonce and Lady GaGa are dancing for mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I adore the idea of there will be one specific person that is created for you. And that that is the destination. The whole life journey is a conquest in searching for that one specific person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like it when life turns into a chaotic mess because that what makes life interesting. Even when your husband’s best friend suddenly showed up in front of your door telling you that he has always been in love with you. Those messes demand you to determine and justify who you are, where your priorities are and also your integrity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t want another life. Mine is quite the right fit for me. Of course there are a few amendments here and there, but I wouldn’t trade it for something else. Just some additions : more &lt;u&gt;boyfriends&lt;/u&gt;, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who do not know me well enough to give you the right to judge me by this post, I am definitely not a princess, nor am I a GI Jane. But I do have credits and complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Why Are You So Mean To Me by Nada Surf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-4872564657142067133?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/4872564657142067133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=4872564657142067133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4872564657142067133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4872564657142067133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-mango-and-peach.html' title='Of Mango and Peach'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8663592390510983618</id><published>2009-11-19T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:43:13.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy.</title><content type='html'>Cliche. What we all heard from Beyonce’s song “If I Were a Boy” are all things good that she’ll do to the girl IF she is a boy. But if I am a boy, would I do what I want a boy to do when I am a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In almost all occasion, I wouldn’t call when I say I would. I didn’t even bother to call back anyone when I said I would. Not that I intentionally did, it’s just that I have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, I’ll cheat on the girl. Because girls are so merimaskan. They whine over small things, they cry whenever they feel their throats are tight, they nag like it’s a rat race. They just do whatever they want. Whenever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that I won’t bother to even have a girlfriend. Because why have one when I can have a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I am VERY grateful that I am not a boy. Because then I wouldn’t know how to appreciate people’s feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : How Long Will It Last by Colin James Hay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8663592390510983618?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8663592390510983618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8663592390510983618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8663592390510983618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8663592390510983618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I Were A Boy.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1716554770462760530</id><published>2009-11-19T03:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:37:17.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Normal Aliens.</title><content type='html'>When we look into someone else's life, it's like analyzing our own. Have you done that? I did. And then what I felt that grew inside me was envy. It's like I wanted to be there too. Experiencing something else rather than what I currently have. A little, tiny bird in my heard keeps cuckoo-ing that maybe there are someone out there who looks into mine and thought the same too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is every human's nature. We always want we don't have. And maybe what we cannot have. So it's normal. You're normal. I'm normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I would kill to be where I wanted to be, but at least we were all given "imagination". So, I used it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changes people. And what changes life is experience. And we experience thing when we see it, feel it, hear it, done it. And to achieve that, we need to walk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I know I'm gonna be there. Exactly where I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Fire by Kasabian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1716554770462760530?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1716554770462760530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1716554770462760530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1716554770462760530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1716554770462760530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-normal-aliens.html' title='We&apos;re Normal Aliens.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8805588990182278300</id><published>2009-11-08T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:44:51.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never, Never, Never...</title><content type='html'>... take a sit next to someone who annoys you during an examination. So here it goes : Reinforced Concrete Design. The guy next to me buat noises that made me lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : She Wants to Move by NERD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8805588990182278300?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8805588990182278300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8805588990182278300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8805588990182278300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8805588990182278300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-never-never.html' title='Never, Never, Never...'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2461443365667399055</id><published>2009-10-28T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:40:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Say on This</title><content type='html'>Men. We can't live without them, we can't live with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one research conducted by some people I don't know, and I quote, saying that men and women are purposely created not the same in every possible way imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Example 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most men find women who's in their period are very attractive. Kononnya ada this invisible magnetic attraction towards them. But women on the other hand, usually felt disgusted and emotional with everything around them. Kadang-kadang, meja pun boleh buat menyampah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, older women will reach their menopause and at that time, they refuse sex. But men, makin tua makin gatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Example 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When fighting, women wants to talk, and sometimes shout, but always, they will want to have this Cone of Sharing where they hope the partner will talk too. But men wants the way out. They want to stop talking about it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Example 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fight, women find their friends for advise and to mengadu pasal boyfriend, but men find friends and talk about cars. Or football. Anything that doesn't spell &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEREMPUAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Example 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan selalu fikir lelaki are mentally retarded, lelaki pulak selalu rasa perempuan are emotionally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ni betul ya, saya dah tanya a few kawan saya of both sexes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you got my point? By these few examples, your mind is already detecting other examples that happens around you. So, I think that research is quite true. &lt;strong&gt;Yes?&lt;/strong&gt; But as for me personally, I am a female. So, I'll write about mistakes men do that they don't realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Girls nak you dengar apa luahan hati dorang time gaduh. They expect you to allocate some time to talk nicely about the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) They want you to be as soft as you could whenever they're around. &lt;u&gt;L.e.m.b.u.t&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Let them shout at you, and never shout back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Kalau jalan jalan, let them go wherever they want. You don't WHINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lelaki selalu fikir kalau they do something, dorang tengah jaga the girlfriend. But kat mata perempuan tu, they are controlling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Well, basically, they want to hear their own opinion but in your voice. So, give them the answer they want to hear when they ask you super-ridiculous questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have more to say. So, say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Selepas Kau Pergi by La Luna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2461443365667399055?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2461443365667399055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2461443365667399055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2461443365667399055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2461443365667399055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-say-on-this.html' title='Your Say on This'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2224170881600701665</id><published>2009-10-24T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:18:21.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Mana Satu Pilihan Kalbu?</title><content type='html'>I thought I am dying to continue my study abroad. Well, I haven't even made up my mind up until now. The thought of living in a foreign world seems to be a life-saving activity for me, yealah, to show me what it's like out there, to *hopefully* make me a better person. But, there's too much to leave here and I want to go in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for options here in Malaysia, because I do not want to have to know the fact that I am definitely going to UiTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is irrelevant and boring, but I have to write it someplace so that I won't forget what is inside my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM, UTM, UiTM, Uniten. For civil engineering. Your say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Reptilia by The Strokes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2224170881600701665?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2224170881600701665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2224170881600701665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2224170881600701665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2224170881600701665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/10/yang-mana-satu-pilihan-kalbu.html' title='Yang Mana Satu Pilihan Kalbu?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-883079413770226860</id><published>2009-10-22T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:47:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Too Much</title><content type='html'>What is my passion? Some people, it's basketball, or piano, or violin. Passion to me is a thing we do when we're down to search for ourself again. I don't know what's mine. I like a lot of things, but I'm not sure if it's a passion or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 22nd of October 2009. This means that Kid is 20 years old. Happy colourful birthday to you, yang. Hope that you will always be happy and healthy as a tiger. I'll try granting your wish which is celebrating your birthday every year with me by your side. You'll always be my big kid trapped in a man's body. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the oh-so-wonderful reader that is currently reading this and may wonder why do I call him Kid, there are two reasons for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He is a kid at heart. Not the Abang Gangster that he appears to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) To you that might notice, at times he does look like a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love Blogger Boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Yang Ainoor, I'm coming home. Nak ajak aku g Carnival Unisel ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Half in Love with Elizabeth by Mystery Jets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-883079413770226860?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/883079413770226860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=883079413770226860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/883079413770226860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/883079413770226860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-too-much.html' title='There&apos;s Too Much'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-5848389573409691875</id><published>2009-10-15T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:46:53.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minda Kita Pelik</title><content type='html'>Kenapa kalau orang orang in a relationship kita kena expect that dorang tu come from the same type of person? If they are different, kita pelik. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Gagap By Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-5848389573409691875?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/5848389573409691875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=5848389573409691875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5848389573409691875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5848389573409691875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/10/minda-kita-pelik.html' title='Minda Kita Pelik'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-4164078180480094861</id><published>2009-10-07T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:37:02.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakap Kuat, Burp Kuat, Kentut Pun Kuat</title><content type='html'>Good Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always the first time for everything. And as for today, is the first time I go connected to the world wide web from the Pesona CC. God, kids nowadays really doesn't know how to stay at home. Kan, As? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of As, sian dia and the Big Baby Brother Bear sakit and got MC. Actually, I have zero to say on my mind as all I could hear are kids and entah-apa-nak-panggil ni semua memekak kat kiri kanan depan, nasib baiklah belakang ni dinding. Even worse, loghat utara bapak pekatnya! Sorry, bukan racist ya. Tapi, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Shut Up by Black Eyed Peas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-4164078180480094861?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/4164078180480094861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=4164078180480094861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4164078180480094861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4164078180480094861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/10/cakap-kuat-burp-kuat-kentut-pun-kuat.html' title='Cakap Kuat, Burp Kuat, Kentut Pun Kuat'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8488706099390802681</id><published>2009-09-30T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:53:27.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Dedicated to ...</title><content type='html'>Past. Sometimes I'm not proud of it. Sometimes I wish I could erase it with just a snap of my fingers. Sometimes I felt embarrased whenever people brought it up. Sometimes I wish I have more money to pay people to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pretend that they never happened. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not the same, not at all. I love you genuinely and straight from the heart. I never intended to see you compare or feel second-graded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mohamad Zulhelmi Abdul Rahman, I adore you and I wish to take care and be taken care of by you. What happened in the past of yours and mine are now beyond our power. With God's will, this will all remain the same, InsyaALLAH. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Far More by The Honorary Title&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8488706099390802681?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8488706099390802681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8488706099390802681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8488706099390802681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8488706099390802681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-dedicated-to.html' title='This is Dedicated to ...'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-5129960297459131979</id><published>2009-08-29T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:06:18.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia 20.As 19.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 26th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, today is already the 29th. But August 26th is still very fresh. Love it, hate it, the smiles and the frowns are there to stay. I spent most of my life searching for someone who shares the same birthday as I am. All these while, I only know one person -- Macaulay Culkin. But tiba tiba, my brand new housemate (chewah! siap brand new!) is also born on the same date but in different time machine. Means, it was 20 for Mia and 19 for As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day starts with plenty of texts pouring in. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is the fasting month, everything went along fine. And during the break fast time, the oh-so-tiny Dai made me French Toast a la Dai which awaken my taste buds. Then, sharp at 9, the boyfriend took me and the kembar out to Subway where we were forced to pose in many weird ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik balik je rumah, everyone was there &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*secara diam-diam*&lt;/span&gt; and they threw me and As a surprise party which I found out later that they had been planning it for two weeks! It was very pleasing and heartwarming. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The housemate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;the classmates&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the Soul Sisters&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the neighbours&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;, they were all there. They have balloons and mihun and cake and yessssss, PRESENTS! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be on this side of the table. I am usually on the plan-and-do team. But on that day, I'm the Birthday Girl. What can I say? I felt very appreciated and happy. Never have I thought that it was they that would do this kind of thing, kan As? Out of everyone I knew, it was them who found me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they told us to go find harta karun in our rooms. I found it. An oven which I have been dying to own and it fits well with Kaklia's present. As got herself a toaster which she adored. I know it sounds funny because we both got electrical appliances, but that is what we have on our wishlists and that shows how much they knew us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hihi&lt;/span&gt; : Cantik kau lukis banner tu. Pandai kau lukis. Ajoi dengan perut boyot tu paling tak tahan. Hehehe. Terima kasih, hihi. Lepas ni jangan malu malu lagi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamaq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Giler sedap resepi kek kau. Meh, meh, siapa nak buat tempahan, Mamaq STF ada menyediakan perkhidmatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fofo&lt;/span&gt; : Kalau kau tengok video time malam tu, kaulah yang paling semangat tepuk tepuk tangan. Award untuk kau -- the best cheerleader. Chewwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt; : You memang photographer of the night. You owe me the picturessssss. Thanx, ya! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dai&lt;/span&gt; : Oh! Inilah yag you buat belakang I ya? Hehehe, I sukaaaaaa. Serious, I promise I takkan lupa birthday you lagi. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hasreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Walaupun kau banyak menyakitkan hati aku minggu ni, tapi tak apa. Aku terharu dengan apa yang kau lakukan. Tak sangka aku kau sayang aku ya Hasreen ya? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; : La! Kau sangat sweet. Siap belajar guitar untuk nyanyi. :') Pandai kau and helmi dan mereka semua main nyorok-nyorok buat surprise ya. Terima kasih dari hati yang suci ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daril, Ezzul, Din, Kerol &lt;/span&gt;: Thank you sangat sebab masakkan mihun yang sedap, banyak dan amat membuat hati tersentuh tu. Walaupun I banyak susahkan korang, korang baik jugak. Btw, Ezzul, dorang seua kirim salam. Especially Birthday Girl #2. Hehehehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helmi&lt;/span&gt; : Thank you for everything that you've done for me. You made me really happy. Thank you for loving me and for paying attention to what I've been telling you. I could never repay you for the love you've passed on to me. :') I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk about pakcik - pakcik Pesona yang gila tu. They only will ruin the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To all, thank you again. I "sayang" you. Tahun depan ada lagi ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SpgM6aPACxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/vwkwdPLlQQU/s1600-h/mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SpgM6aPACxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/vwkwdPLlQQU/s400/mia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375060352880872210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Birthday Girtl by The Roots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-5129960297459131979?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/5129960297459131979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=5129960297459131979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5129960297459131979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5129960297459131979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/08/mia-20as-19.html' title='Mia 20.As 19.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SpgM6aPACxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/vwkwdPLlQQU/s72-c/mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8340071412942846430</id><published>2009-08-23T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:38:01.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Annie</title><content type='html'>The guy next door said that I should name this post as it is. Because I am almost similar to a volcano. I'll erupt one day. He said I'm too nice to others. Well, but not as nice to him. As this is Ramadhan, I want to let it go and hope they vanish into the thin air someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sick when people doesn't get it when I'm mad. When I am, it means that I am. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sick when people thinks I am always happy, as if I have no trouble in the world. They can go shove their asses into the sand and sink and die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sick when people push me around as if I am a wheel cart that is movable all they want. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sick of things. I can't state it too much, or I'll burn in hell because people read this. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it feels as if everything is falling apart, be thankful of what you have and what you had gone through. Life is a lot of things. But a piece of mind, life is about having what you do not wish to have most of the time. We don't always get what we want. Or who we want. So brace yourself. Be strong. I know you're reading this and it is quite dreadful for me to know that whatever I've said to you cannot redo your emotions. When we linger around each other for too long, we start to feel too. And I cannot do this to myself as what you are doing to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you : I hope this month and after are gonna be another darling surprise for us two. Thank you for erasing my boredom for today with the connection. I don't think I can even hear the word "sleep" anymore. In case if you think I'm afraid to show it, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Adore You by Lil' Rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8340071412942846430?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8340071412942846430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8340071412942846430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8340071412942846430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8340071412942846430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-annie.html' title='I Am Annie'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2533254399254310474</id><published>2009-08-02T13:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:39:57.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Chai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUos5B6MAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qbqVcN76Cmg/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365239282769997826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUos5B6MAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qbqVcN76Cmg/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUosXJspTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PGvOAQei9nA/s1600-h/eLLe...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365239273675859250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUosXJspTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PGvOAQei9nA/s400/eLLe...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUluidK0HI/AAAAAAAAAOE/84SvEdjEPC8/s1600-h/Eqa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365236012535173234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUluidK0HI/AAAAAAAAAOE/84SvEdjEPC8/s400/Eqa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUluUQT7NI/AAAAAAAAAN8/I59nJQXB3gI/s1600-h/bellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365236008723147986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUluUQT7NI/AAAAAAAAAN8/I59nJQXB3gI/s400/bellie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUluEWQsUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PxbDiVzA0lM/s1600-h/IMG_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365236004453134658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUluEWQsUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PxbDiVzA0lM/s400/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUjCSkEoLI/AAAAAAAAANs/EufiY8900p8/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365233053331660978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUjCSkEoLI/AAAAAAAAANs/EufiY8900p8/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUjCLOCR_I/AAAAAAAAANk/_mogDGFisVE/s1600-h/IMG_2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365233051360184306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUjCLOCR_I/AAAAAAAAANk/_mogDGFisVE/s400/IMG_2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUjBr-ZoEI/AAAAAAAAANc/m7u5IlQx1Ac/s1600-h/n620488682_736442_6588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365233042973106242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUjBr-ZoEI/AAAAAAAAANc/m7u5IlQx1Ac/s400/n620488682_736442_6588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*if you are a Chai, comment back to indicate yourself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Ameera Nur Diana. Most of you know me as Mia. In our secret Chai language, I'm &lt;u&gt;Api&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Miss Jackson by OutKast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2533254399254310474?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2533254399254310474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2533254399254310474' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2533254399254310474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2533254399254310474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/08/calling-all-chai.html' title='Calling All Chai'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SnUos5B6MAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qbqVcN76Cmg/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-3627224791953659789</id><published>2009-07-24T01:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:26:16.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At Me, Look At Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Attention, attention :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who had fallen madly in love with headbands, and in deep need to be different and to stand out in the crowd, Please give a little attention to these handmade headbands. Meaning, &lt;u&gt;there's only one for each design&lt;/u&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak peak of the lineup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361725281866972370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmisvHjpfNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uOwyq93aufk/s400/DSC_0433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmiqcvnIeKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rBYXQBaB8no/s1600-h/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361722767178234018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmiqcvnIeKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rBYXQBaB8no/s400/DSC_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Smim9rmyLFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4vJ0pVvE3UA/s1600-h/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718934992202834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Smim9rmyLFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4vJ0pVvE3UA/s400/DSC_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Smim9bkKhEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/C6OXLb2SCGg/s1600-h/DSC_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718930686248002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Smim9bkKhEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/C6OXLb2SCGg/s400/DSC_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361720126716579378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmioDDIBDjI/AAAAAAAAAME/WwZfVVBbXOg/s400/DSC_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361728755730171010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Smiv5UtLRII/AAAAAAAAAMs/4IKRVMl7SbQ/s400/DSC_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooo, if you're interested, just email &lt;a href="mailto:syahlia_syahril@yahoo.com"&gt;syahlia_syahril@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. Or, you can drop by at Pick&amp;amp;Grab this Saturday. Oh and FYI, it's rm15 each. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, pass the word around ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361730671129162562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Smixo0H4c0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/ccZENk8f0PA/s400/Pick_%26_Grab_Part_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Maybe Tommorrow by Stereophonics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-3627224791953659789?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/3627224791953659789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=3627224791953659789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3627224791953659789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3627224791953659789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-at-me-look-at-me.html' title='Look At Me, Look At Me'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmisvHjpfNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uOwyq93aufk/s72-c/DSC_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8517689446394474477</id><published>2009-07-23T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:26:44.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawan.</title><content type='html'>As a friend, I cannot run from my resposibilities towards another. I can give you my words, a little piece of my wisdom. But in the end, it's you and your ears and your heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Love Remains The Same by Gavin Rossdale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8517689446394474477?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8517689446394474477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8517689446394474477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8517689446394474477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8517689446394474477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/07/kawan.html' title='Kawan.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-5012839324788834457</id><published>2009-07-22T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:24:35.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity One Pity Two</title><content type='html'>Sian dia sakit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : I Still Believe by Mariah Carey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-5012839324788834457?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/5012839324788834457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=5012839324788834457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5012839324788834457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5012839324788834457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/07/pity-one-pity-two.html' title='Pity One Pity Two'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8572519341936374433</id><published>2009-07-21T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:34:27.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>Hello. Woke up today in dusk. Snoozing off the alarm seems the perfect thing to do at that very moment. But zero intention to be locked outside the Highway Lab again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fast forward my days to the 8th of August, where the numbers are 1 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep remembering the 8th of July, where it was 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : With you, I will always look forward to the number 8. I smiled, I cried. You hugged, you roared. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Kau Yang Punya by Malique ft. Najwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8572519341936374433?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8572519341936374433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8572519341936374433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8572519341936374433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8572519341936374433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/07/8.html' title='8'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8010906324746850918</id><published>2009-07-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:36:19.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Tell Me I'm Wrong</title><content type='html'>If you’re buying a car, the most important thing to look at is its engine, its capability to reach miles, the horsepower, the technology used and not forgetting its fuel consumption. Then later you consider the outer part -- the interior design, the colour, what animal its light resembles, how spacious it is and obviously whether or not it provides airbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now. The outer part of the car does not guarantees you that the car will satisfy your needs. It will only satisfy your wants. But the ability to serve you its best functions comes from the inner part  -- the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how love looks like. Yes, like buying a car. You saw a car, say, a Mini Cooper. You love it. You fell in love. And you think that shall be your ultimate car, you riding buddy. You approach the nearest showroom. You look at its very details. And at that moment, you saw another car that attracts you. It might not be as sporty, as pretty, and as eye-catching as the Cooper, but it seems okay. The person told you, this car that, this car this. That car gave you everything that you’ve ever wanted. That car provides the answer to your questions and doubts. You totally forgot about the Cooper. You bought THIS car. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot guarantee you that when you read this, you’ll get my point. But I can guarantee you that somehow, you know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not just a four letter words. Love is like picking up tiles for your toilet. If you pick the wrong colour, it won’t match your whole space. And if you pick the right one, it might have something else in its package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling you feel inside. You cannot write it, see it, touch it, taste it and as well as sell it. You can feel and right now, I feel crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One unique thing about human is that we can feel things. And one of it is this particular matter. And one obvious thing about love is that it has no laws that work on it, for it or even against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conclusion is, love does not have justice. Love does not have time to wait or even rewind the time back to the good memories. Love conquers your whole mind. Love lets you be someone you’re not. Love lies to you about the good times they will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lets you forget your own love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Part of The List by Ne-Yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8010906324746850918?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8010906324746850918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8010906324746850918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8010906324746850918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8010906324746850918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-tell-me-im-wrong.html' title='Please Tell Me I&apos;m Wrong'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-4353661208039733440</id><published>2009-06-28T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:00:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight, Seven, Six, Five, The List Goes On.</title><content type='html'>The clock's ticking. And every sheets of paper in the calendar is being torn each day indicating that the 5th of July is reaching. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but hear myself talking to itself on the back of my mind. It echoes as if I have a twin walking with me all through the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made myself a list so that I can extract almost everything in my head into papers, or screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Bila rambut nak panjang? I know some people prefers me with short hair compared to long because I am a very messy person. But, I want long hair. Although I know, as soon as it reach the shoulder, I would want to cut it. But, I want long hair. What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Kenapa nak kena eja FCUK when you actually mean FUCK? You're doing it out of ...? Just say it. As if the others or the rest of the world doesn't know what you're trying to deliver. Don't blame it on the brand. Those are initials that represents words, in case if you didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; How to make pimple scars dissapear easily? Because I am tired of waking up in the morning, and stand in front of the sink to brush my teeth, and watch myself staring at myself &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and God forbids&lt;/span&gt;, with pimple scars all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; What do people do to allow themselves buy things as much as they want? I analyse myself and conclude that I need to tie my ass up and save &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to buy &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; thing. And it's RM25. Are your parents showering you with cash instead of water? Your water heaters at home are filled with greens instead of blue? If yes, where do I get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; I never have the desire to go out late at night for every possible day. And also go out during the day with that. I think that what makes me have little time to spend with people. Making me almost an &lt;em&gt;anti-social&lt;/em&gt;. Making all the friends nag my ears out. But I love staying at home although what I do is expand my butt because they stay flat on surface constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; Kenapa mulut aku tak reti diam? Genetic mama ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; Apa yang best sangat kat internet sampai orang boleh SURF. For me, I just stare. Then I'm done. Though the whole duration of staring are for hoursssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8)&lt;/strong&gt; And God, howlah some people get so pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : BoJangles by Pitbull&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-4353661208039733440?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/4353661208039733440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=4353661208039733440' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4353661208039733440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4353661208039733440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/06/eight-seven-six-five-list-goes-on.html' title='Eight, Seven, Six, Five, The List Goes On.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2137231500101127037</id><published>2009-06-26T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:41:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder Me, Music Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It strucked me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lightning bolt straight to me head. My siblings are very art-sy. Should I be happy that I am not in a boring family, or should I be sad that I am not born with an artistic ability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So here I am, with a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so close to me like a zit on my skin who happens to be an exquisite graphic designer with deep passion for art and nice things. She have been doing crazy freelancing arts since college. Photography, Lomo, T-Shirt designing, decorating muffins, etc. And she is legally married to the&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, another graphic designer who enjoys browsing weird stuffs of Internet. He comes home and will probably asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have you seen that video of _________?"&lt;/em&gt; or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know, you should check out this website."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Or something like that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Now the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is also a DJ-slash-MC. Performing everywhere, mainly at Cloth&amp;amp;Clef. Even the newborn niece is showing some dance moves already. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, okay. I have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The only eagle in the family. The screaming cat among the mute. He is an ongoing musician for as long as I could remember. And he inherit that naturally straight from the father. So, I guess I know where he got it all. He's had few good remarks on his bass-ing credibilty. And he is married to the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, okay, okay. The &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves business. She has this online shopping thing, Laqoo which sells like ice-creams on a hot summer day. Her brand opens at Bijou Bazaar and she has good eyes for fashion, if that is not and understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. My &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sings. Very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Where does that left me? And thee husband, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Shake and Pop by Steve Aoki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2137231500101127037?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2137231500101127037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2137231500101127037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2137231500101127037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2137231500101127037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/06/murder-me-music-man.html' title='Murder Me, Music Man'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-3722101072982491124</id><published>2009-06-25T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:58:59.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benci</title><content type='html'>I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when his pasts are controlling my mind. And the fact that his pasts are offering better pleasure than my present. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : The Show by Lenka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-3722101072982491124?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/3722101072982491124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=3722101072982491124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3722101072982491124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3722101072982491124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/06/benci.html' title='Benci'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-4265070814238067432</id><published>2009-06-13T05:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T05:04:36.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting It Red</title><content type='html'>Boys. Men. Male. Call them what you like. Even when you have your secret language or speaking in parcel tongue. They come in many shapes, sizes, colours, attitudes, habits, sounds, sights and et cetera. But mainly, they are the ones who kept the world going. They are the ones that can re-generate our excitement to study or even do the thing that makes us feel bored the most. They are who motivates us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They made our tongues tied&lt;/strong&gt;. Literally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the people who made us ask anyone, even strangers, &lt;em&gt;"Is my hair okay?"&lt;/em&gt; . And when they are there, we suddenly flicker our eyelashes, and when asked we will definitely say, &lt;em&gt;“There’s something in my eyes. Can you blow it away?”&lt;/em&gt; Ahh, the wonders they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am literally tired of repeating myself that I have found mine. But nevertheless, there are a lot of girls out there who have found theirs but insist not to show, not to tell, to hide it all the way. Life is bloody short. And the shortcourse is getting even shortER! So we can’t afford to be the ones waiting anymore. Though I always wait, but seriously, just go for it. Shoot for the moon. Aim at the stars. Make them notice us in the way we wanted them to. Let them ask around about us, eventually, and satisfaction guaranteed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I watched her giggle all the way. Aim at the stars and the moon and the galaxy and the universe and the outer space and everywhere you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the other side of the world, I noticed that he was surrounded by pretty people. He was surrounded by those who are with pretty people. And it always works for pretty people. As it is always works for him. She cannot compete with that, as she cannot meet the expectations. She was and has always been living life in her own definitions. She was never that overwhelming, as she was never that warm or friendly. He was surrounded by everything she’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity,pity her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Aku dan Mimpi by Amylea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-4265070814238067432?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/4265070814238067432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=4265070814238067432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4265070814238067432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4265070814238067432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/06/painting-it-red.html' title='Painting It Red'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6515654103989990647</id><published>2009-06-06T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:07:52.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season is Here</title><content type='html'>The season is here. That's what it says above. Yeah. The baby season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring in the babies, I can be the nanny. Grr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : I Know You Want Me by Pitbull&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6515654103989990647?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6515654103989990647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6515654103989990647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6515654103989990647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6515654103989990647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/06/season-is-here.html' title='The Season is Here'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2454225537294139358</id><published>2009-06-04T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:49:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hihiy + Helmi</title><content type='html'>Tadi, baru je tengok blogpost Hihiy yang sangat digembar-gemburkan oleh penduduk A4-13. Oh, it was hilarious. If you are interested to become a fan, &lt;a href="http://raksasahee.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending you time in the middle of heat and trees and animals you've never thought existed will always get to you somehow. Life in crisis will seem to be at ease, though the rest of the time, you will think about how life sucks for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jengka is an experience as the five of us - Mia, Hasreen, Lala, Hihiy and Helmi - will never thought that we'll spend 5 weeks here. No cheap food supplies, no entertainment, no whatever we used to have. But we seem to last well here ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, jangan risau pasal mia. Cuma, sadly, duit mia dah habis disebabkan makan kat sini mahal giler. Ayam+nasi+telur = RM4.70. Tak larat nak bayar food tu kadang-kadang, tapi kalau tak makan, laparrrrrr. So.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy boy, kau ni dah balik. Tapi sedih aku. Bulu hidung, batang hidung, helaian rambut merah kau tu semua aku tak nampak lagi. Tapi takpelah. Ada je orang kat luara sana yang dah terpisah 20 tahun, lagi kronik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eno, aku mintak mahapppppp le. Phone aku dah kena bar. So, kita gang. Aku dah kasi number Celcom aku, memanglah tak delivered kalau kau message aku kat 017.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's the message I think are most important to be said right now. Because after a blink of my eyes, I am still in Jengka, surrounded by heat and trees and animals I've never thought existed. Not to mention the expensive foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : oh oh oh, Hihiy and Helmi are twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Knock You Down by Keri Hilson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2454225537294139358?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2454225537294139358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2454225537294139358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2454225537294139358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2454225537294139358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/06/hihiy-helmi.html' title='Hihiy + Helmi'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6469523281076032131</id><published>2009-05-30T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:41:34.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipsy Lips.</title><content type='html'>Dramatic. Constantly over-stressing over things. Demand highly on whatever nonsense. Stubborn. Very hard-headed. Never listen to people's advises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the words used to describe who I am at my worst moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone get to experience that particular side of mine. Only those who are lucky enough will get the chance to. Or unlucky, in other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like in the movies. Where the girl got dragged into the ventilation room when she was stress so that she can feel the wind on her skin. The man's simple words were, "You'll like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like in the movies. Where the girl got chased all the very time even when she became a monster. And the man's simple words were, "Because I want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like in the movies. Where the man gave undivided, cliche, attention to the girl. And his simple words were, "Hey you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like in the movies. And sweep me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone by Bill Withers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6469523281076032131?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6469523281076032131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6469523281076032131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6469523281076032131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6469523281076032131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/05/lipsy-lips.html' title='Lipsy Lips.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6880610626965278681</id><published>2009-05-29T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:40:45.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Warnings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_V2_kECBI/AAAAAAAAALE/gqX-8VQWGfc/s1600-h/Jessica-Lowndes-photoshoot-90210-5510804-487-650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341222823837042706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_V2_kECBI/AAAAAAAAALE/gqX-8VQWGfc/s400/Jessica-Lowndes-photoshoot-90210-5510804-487-650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_Vt6sIF3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/nvoxbIcjRL0/s1600-h/pushy_tamara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341222667909863282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_Vt6sIF3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/nvoxbIcjRL0/s400/pushy_tamara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_VNYlM6HI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_qti9DWcY1U/s1600-h/Paloma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341222108998199410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_VNYlM6HI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_qti9DWcY1U/s400/Paloma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_VD3bL3RI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YO_RilO1KQg/s1600-h/44095341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341221945478995218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_VD3bL3RI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YO_RilO1KQg/s400/44095341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_U1GTH4MI/AAAAAAAAAKk/luxKTJrl3lw/s1600-h/217994_nu4e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341221691773673666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_U1GTH4MI/AAAAAAAAAKk/luxKTJrl3lw/s400/217994_nu4e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : I Want It That Way by Baskstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6880610626965278681?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6880610626965278681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6880610626965278681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6880610626965278681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6880610626965278681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/05/frozen-warnings.html' title='Frozen Warnings.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/Sh_V2_kECBI/AAAAAAAAALE/gqX-8VQWGfc/s72-c/Jessica-Lowndes-photoshoot-90210-5510804-487-650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1495594886957554071</id><published>2009-05-29T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:16:36.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Kimpton</title><content type='html'>Hello Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been very tiring these few weekes. Been dragging my ass from KL to Jengka. And only one word exist to describe Jengka : Exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have blockage in my head that refrain me from writing what I'm thinking. But lately, I seem to think that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;it always works for pretty people.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : You're So Damn Hot by Hot Hot Heat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1495594886957554071?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1495594886957554071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1495594886957554071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1495594886957554071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1495594886957554071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/05/natalie-kimpton.html' title='Natalie Kimpton'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2710082324497257923</id><published>2009-05-24T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:35:19.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meratus Beratus Seratus Jeratus</title><content type='html'>Say hello to my 100th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hello."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* with a sly smile that curves only at the end of the lips*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a change is coming. A vibe is telling me, whispering that they'll come. Oh please, oh please, just accept whatever's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Spaz *again* by N.E.R.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : one word : Lookbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2710082324497257923?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2710082324497257923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2710082324497257923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2710082324497257923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2710082324497257923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/05/meratus-beratus-seratus-jeratus.html' title='Meratus Beratus Seratus Jeratus'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6605252283184309419</id><published>2009-05-11T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:31:36.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have To, Want To</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Prefects bukan anjing sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you, prefects are the people whom you prefer to call as "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teacher's pet&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tali barut&lt;/span&gt;" or whatever offensive words that exist in the brain. But in fact, after school ends, they are actually human beings who eventually will evolve and do things that are very likely to be similar to what you're doing too. And for your very information, they are&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;perfect. Although the letters used are the same to form the word PREFECT, they make mistakes. Just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who walk fast to the discipline room to inform the disciplinarians that someone did something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who gave you these ridiculous slips whenever you're late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sell you ribbons short enough to make you swear all the way to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who never fails to make you roll your eyes and curse their whole family generations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were the ones who make this annoying sound. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Shhh, Shhh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who reminded you &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to eat in class,&lt;strong&gt; NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to be late to class, &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;to run in the hallways, NOT to bring phones to school, &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to that and &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, they were the ones who went to school way before everyone brush their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who went up to the Headmistress' office ( dreadfully ) to invite her to the assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who took shifts doing the flags, MC-ing and even reading the Oath but eventually will receive nasty comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who stood at the gate like fishermen who are waiting for a fish to catch. As if they like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who HAVE TO carry silly boxes everywhere they go so that they could cater to your physical discipline needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who get scolded, punished, sacked when the disciplinarians couldn't handle the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who have to sacrifice their classes and precious Rehat time so that they are punctual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who prepare the PA system, the stage, the everything you see on Monday so that you can hear and see and sit and sleep as much as you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who have to take responsibilities for the actions that they did not make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the ones who were asked to ditch their friends behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, prefects bukan anjing sekolah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Somehow, they still deserve the respect although you hate them to their roots.&lt;br /&gt;Be reminded, they do not ask for any of the duties, they were asked to take up the responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may put it in an improper word. But not many of them want to, they have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, those "anjing sekolah" can be proud of even the littlest things that they have done while in school. Their curricular background will seem to shine brighter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, saya pun bukan anjing sekolah. Terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6605252283184309419?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6605252283184309419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6605252283184309419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6605252283184309419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6605252283184309419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-to-want-to.html' title='Have To, Want To'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2263979384456726013</id><published>2009-05-11T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:29:40.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift The Gear, Change The Lane.</title><content type='html'>I don't like technology. Certain technologies just bring out the worst in me. Ugh. Takde mood nak tulis dah. Bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Friday I'm In Love by The Cure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2263979384456726013?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2263979384456726013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2263979384456726013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2263979384456726013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2263979384456726013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/05/shift-gear-change-lane.html' title='Shift The Gear, Change The Lane.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6269033461346257186</id><published>2009-05-02T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:00:56.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolong Daku, Bantu Aku.</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to handle pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry, I keep my silence, I stare at the walls, I do nothing. I do not know how to handle pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that is currently lingering in my head. At some point, I think my head just couldn't handle it anymore. So, hello hello, my retaining wall :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finish the calculus paper, which I woke 23 minutes before the paper starts. So, I need to sleep like a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : A Moment Like This by Leona Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6269033461346257186?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6269033461346257186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6269033461346257186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6269033461346257186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6269033461346257186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/05/tolong-daku-bantu-aku.html' title='Tolong Daku, Bantu Aku.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1662833896441018215</id><published>2009-04-15T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:22:30.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Shining</title><content type='html'>All of us want everyone's life but ours. I want my friend's life. How I envy her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay there, I'm coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Laugh About It by N.E.R.D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1662833896441018215?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1662833896441018215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1662833896441018215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1662833896441018215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1662833896441018215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-shining.html' title='Too Shining'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-5530335671558207450</id><published>2009-04-10T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:01:36.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Balik Kampung</title><content type='html'>Perjalanan pulang ke kampung halaman yang paling mencabar. Why, why? Accidents are everywhere. And the flood is getting higher and higher all over the place. Well, we have zero to blame though, because seriously there's none. If you want to blame those who construct, plan and make roads or others, trust me, Malaysia is SO not an easy place to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : no worries, ma. in the car with helmi, hihi and yaya. sian helmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double p/s : The weather is effing crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Blame It by Jamie Foxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-5530335671558207450?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/5530335671558207450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=5530335671558207450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5530335671558207450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5530335671558207450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-balik-kampung.html' title='Oh, Balik Kampung'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-4838922306557063027</id><published>2009-04-07T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:45:12.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Spin My Head Right Round.</title><content type='html'>So this is what happens when you have two hard tests on one day - &lt;strong&gt;You blog&lt;/strong&gt;. You do stupid things. You wander around. You flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently having a heavy headache caused by a great deal of tears just now. So when I stare at my Soil Engineering notes, all I can see is En. Hafeez and his mole. Not that I despise it, I actually enjoy it. Because at least now I have something that reminds me fondly of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester four is coming to its end. And this semester, I realised what and who is worthy of my trust. Because, face it, everyone is starting to unveil themselves. They started to show their bare skin and flesh to me which is erotic and undeniably frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, I am still confuse in giving trusts and earning trusts. *sob,sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have shown me an appreciable and trustable erotic skin, thank you from the bottom of my butt. ( note : because my butt is bigger that my heart )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who have shown me your dirty, ugly, fake and yucky true colour, I wish you with the things that can come out from my butt. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a renewed driving license. And naah, driving is not as hard as maths. It's like soil - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;harder&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Boom Boom Pow by Black Eyed Peas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-4838922306557063027?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/4838922306557063027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=4838922306557063027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4838922306557063027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4838922306557063027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-spin-my-head-right-round.html' title='You Spin My Head Right Round.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-3964681758471976176</id><published>2009-03-31T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:02:51.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PP09 - RPI</title><content type='html'>Kucing pun tak nak share. Apatah lagi manusia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the semester again. Where you can see and watch painfully as the lectures press 8 once they enter the elevator. With them, there's a chin-up face and papers. Definitely. Deep inside, you're nervous and praying to God constantly so that it isn't you. It is not your name on the paper that is printed there. This is the exact time of the year where the lecturers can walk with satisfaction. And relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You barred. You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you pass through the doctor, green shirt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : I Will Be by Leona Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-3964681758471976176?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/3964681758471976176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=3964681758471976176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3964681758471976176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/3964681758471976176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/03/pp09-rpi.html' title='PP09 - RPI'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2354504595202292860</id><published>2009-03-31T01:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:23:11.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Kisses, oh, Dream Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;" Kemana hilangnya kita semua? Akal, simpati, sifat ingin membalas budi, in a simpler word, emphaty. Mana? How can we forget our roots, and also those wonderful hands that fed us right to our mouth? " &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions which is not in any of our rights to answer. This falls on our sense to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in everybody's lives, we do know that we will one day lost ourselves. We'll go through an advance mid-life crisis regarding everything that we could ever imagine. And right now, my mid-life crisis is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all those innocently made mistakes which I have no intention in doing to you. Not that I intend to steal, nor take, I think I was more afraid to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the time and gap left hanging in between. Time has been very jealous of our closeness that it stole the both of us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that when a gajah met a gajah, pelanduk will surely mati di tengah - tengah. We never meant to make you the pelanduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Doing things that do us harm is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; easier than doing things that helps to boost the inner us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, ( though this is coming from someone who forgets occassionally ), &lt;u&gt;hold on tight&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Spaz by NERD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2354504595202292860?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2354504595202292860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2354504595202292860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2354504595202292860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2354504595202292860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-kisses-oh-dream-killer.html' title='100 Kisses, oh, Dream Killer'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1221346441388391215</id><published>2009-03-14T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:58:59.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send You Back?</title><content type='html'>History. It's not something you can simply delete. There's no Delete button, no F5, no Backspace. All you can do is remember and ignore, and hope things will work out your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : I Don't Care by Ricky Martin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1221346441388391215?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1221346441388391215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1221346441388391215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1221346441388391215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1221346441388391215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/03/send-you-back.html' title='Send You Back?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2568735788236405733</id><published>2009-03-11T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:28:53.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaia. Muthu. Keunggulan.</title><content type='html'>I remember a story about a girl with a broken shoe. Kasut yang patah dua. Don’t be sad, that girl isn’t me. And that is also not a scene that I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a life. I have my Edward Cullen, my Chuck Bass. He’s my Edward Cullen in a way that he wants me for a lifetime and will always be there for me no matter from behind the bush or faraway, he is the same guy who won’t let me give up my life just so that I could worship or devote myself to him. He’s my mortal Edward Cullen. And he is definitely my Chuck Bass because chasing after him is like chasing your own shadow. Very near but very impossibly hard to get. We are the same two people who have been secretly chasing after each other for years. Despite the sad fact that we always let the other go away the moment we get a hold of one finger, we are always relieved for getting a slight touch of that finger. And there you go. My Cullen, my Bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a small competition is slowly taking over me. A competition on standing out better that you do. If you know who you are, don’t be afraid. I do not want to win your trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Let Your Hair Down by Nelly Furtado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2568735788236405733?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2568735788236405733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2568735788236405733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2568735788236405733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2568735788236405733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/03/gaia-muthu-keunggulan.html' title='Gaia. Muthu. Keunggulan.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6345651450233571708</id><published>2009-03-04T02:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:51:45.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezuela, Puerto Rico, World.</title><content type='html'>I am currently feeling all Brit-Emo thing. Reading wisdom words that actually came from my friends' mouths. Listening to songs with six-feet-under, very deep meanings. And hardest, feeling like I am a part of that crowd that drove the above people to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings are what inside of me. A miss-you, hate-you, wannabe-wise, total-wandering blend with 4 swirls of whipped cream on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night sounds so quiet, though I can hear Hasreen snores clearly. My phone definitely is not making any sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss. I miss boy. I miss bell. A lot. I miss eno. I miss ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hard to miss family members rather than friends? Because missing friends is what keeps the bond alive. Missing family is permanent. Although they're in front of you, after 5 minutes, you actually felt as if you miss them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my male bestfriend. He lost his way to Venezuela, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : I Already Miss You by The Kooks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6345651450233571708?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6345651450233571708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6345651450233571708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6345651450233571708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6345651450233571708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/03/venezuela-puerto-rico-world.html' title='Venezuela, Puerto Rico, World.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-612367940816518249</id><published>2009-02-28T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:41:13.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Easy To Be You.</title><content type='html'>Deep inside, everybody is dying to be a princess. Because everybody hates being the number 3. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;( fyi, 3 is the loneliest number )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Today, I am the number 3. And I am also the girl who will eventually die of wanting to be a princess. Wake up and smell the coffee, the world is not as pretty as it looks like. And I know for a fact that I definitely am not a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe right now, you are too busy being The Sims, and I am a 3. But that doesn't change the fact that to my eyes, in your eyes I will always have to be a Princess of El Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need, people want. But which do we have to have? The needs, or the wants? I want too many things. And I need just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I need to be an El Salvador princess to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Love Game by Lady Gaga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-612367940816518249?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/612367940816518249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=612367940816518249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/612367940816518249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/612367940816518249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/02/deep-inside-everybody-is-dying-to-be.html' title='It&apos;s Not Easy To Be You.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2523007048253138228</id><published>2009-02-21T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:32:47.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2c' Ka is an Equation</title><content type='html'>Life is not like a piece of cake. It has never really even came close to a piece of cake, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make it simple. We need people to be filled in our daily life. And those people are mainly called friends. And one thing that all of us should learn is friends are meant to be kept. But in certain special cases, should not even be kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can find friends, but we can't find trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : The Way I Are by Timbaland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2523007048253138228?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2523007048253138228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2523007048253138228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2523007048253138228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2523007048253138228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/02/2c-ka-is-equation.html' title='2c&apos; Ka is an Equation'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-554076059851919694</id><published>2009-02-11T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:44:51.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sila Bawa Bersabar.</title><content type='html'>Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something that I have in me. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Kau Ilhamku by ManBai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pssstpssst. please recall the image when i sang the song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-554076059851919694?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/554076059851919694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=554076059851919694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/554076059851919694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/554076059851919694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sila-bawa-bersabar.html' title='Sila Bawa Bersabar.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2109478392055287585</id><published>2009-02-08T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:12:48.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukan, Okay?</title><content type='html'>All things that are made to be sold have a brand. And every brand will always be labelled in a lot of words. High-street, kampung, bundle, indie, designer, et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the real world where not everything is as colourful as a box of crayons and not every girl will get a knight in shining armour, that brand is us. Yes, we do have our own label. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all labelled in a way. Some of it might be those who are labelled as miss-goody-two-shoes, the bimbo, the plastic, wallflower, jock, the joker. Be it anything, but all of us are labelled. Today, I experienced something that made me realised what am I labelled as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who are always attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t blame gravity for falling in love. And I definitely don’t blame my fickleness for this label. This is a label that I have to accept because what people think is subjective and it is out of our own control. It’s not a problem to be attached. But it will be to those who think that being attached to the opposite sex is something that is undefined. Or to their eyes, it’s like toothache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t expect things to always go our way. So does what other people say. Let them be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? Look at it this way. When the male carry around the girlfriend like some kind of bowling trophy, it’s a full touchdown. They are THE man. But when the female carry around the boyfriend with pride, it’s like an un-oxygenated world. They are tied with a dead knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Blog dicipta untuk menyuarakan pendapat, buah fikiran, kata hati dan kadang-kadang untuk meluahkan perkara yang paling pelik dan buruk yang ada dalam suara kepala kita. Blog tiada salah dan tiada benar. Blog memang salah satu cara untuk kita meluahkan isi hati kita bila kita rasa dah tak ada manusia yang boleh faham apa yang kita cuba cakap atau dapat setuju dengan pendapat kita. Itu adalah antara objektif utama yang membuatkan saya blogging. So, jangan salahkan saya kalau sepanjang anda meluangkan masa untuk membaca blog saya, hati anda terguris. Mungkin bukanlah anda penyebab saya memiliki teori sebegitu, cuma anda yang merasakan hal itu adalah mengenai anda. Bukan.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a little princess anymore. I know how to take care of myself and also how to take care of things around me as good as I could. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; should quit judging people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : I Hate This Part by Pussycat Dolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2109478392055287585?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2109478392055287585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2109478392055287585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2109478392055287585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2109478392055287585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/02/bukan-okay.html' title='Bukan, Okay?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-4237376673965194709</id><published>2009-02-08T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:08:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Rain is Falling :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're a part time lover and a full time friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The monkey on you're back is the latest trend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the church and here is the steeple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sure are cute for two ugly people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why can't, you forgive me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will find my nitch in your car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up up down down left right left right B A start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are always trying to keep it real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in love with how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both have shiny happy fits of rage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You want more fans, I want more stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don Quixote was a steel driving man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Squinched up your face and did a dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Anyone Else But You by The Moldy Peaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thank you to Mamaq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And to you, I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-4237376673965194709?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/4237376673965194709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=4237376673965194709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4237376673965194709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4237376673965194709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling.html' title='Sunday Morning Rain is Falling :)'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-7843694806509304819</id><published>2009-02-03T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:04:18.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ti.Ee.En.</title><content type='html'>Thank you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To those who have been far from sight, but not far from heart. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know who you are, GSL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) To my lovely friends who have never went away from me although I, &lt;u&gt;sometimes &lt;/u&gt;, have been a bitch to them.&lt;br /&gt;3) Mama and ayah, who never fail to shower me with their unending love and care.&lt;br /&gt;4) My 3 beautiful sisters and my superhero brother for always providing me comfort in their weird, berserk ways.&lt;br /&gt;5) My two colourful and chirpy classmates who have been my crime-partners for the past 4 semesters. Without you two, the class will just be 4 walls and a silent movie.&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;N.K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y.A.A.K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E.A.R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who to me are my truest chai and most trustworthy confidantes.&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A.A.M.N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;S.F.M.R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N.H.H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N.Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being able to create the most chaotic chaos in a second.&lt;br /&gt;8) Mohamad Zulhelmi Abd Rahman for always in selfless will to accompany me through hot and cold.&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;W.F.A.W.A.G&lt;/strong&gt; ; if I am to be a car, you will always be my engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) And to those who have been an A-Class bitch to me, may God bless your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Torn by Natalie Imbruglia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-7843694806509304819?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/7843694806509304819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=7843694806509304819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7843694806509304819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/7843694806509304819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/02/tieeen.html' title='Ti.Ee.En.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1322299264712801672</id><published>2009-02-01T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:52:39.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SYR8y67Uq0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/MGsCusqhtCo/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297496275947924290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SYR8y67Uq0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/MGsCusqhtCo/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to get someone to walk forward while having their hands in ours. For some people out there, they really know how hard it is and they dig the deepest way below just to search for a slight thing called comfort. People leave in every way. They leave us mentally, emotionally and physically. One piece of advise to those who can feel me pinching their side asses, stay as strong as you could. And when it all feels like suicide, walk off and don't look back. As for me, I found comfort in every way these days. As those days are serving me with gratitude. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y.A.A.K&lt;/span&gt;, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SYR8yqEG2AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fGuWtPule1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297496271421364226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SYR8yqEG2AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fGuWtPule1Y/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day in total foolishness doesn't hide those grieves we have inside. True friends know it when we see each other. Nervertheless, the phrasing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"True friends are the best reflection of yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is quite true once you've been through it all. You know what? I know. We know. So, there goes a pat on your back and us telling you that it's alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this very day and this very post, I realised something. Huge. Massive. A total blowout. I have true friends :) Dear friends who have always been there for me to support and to hold on tight to what we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Terima Kasih Cinta by Afgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1322299264712801672?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1322299264712801672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1322299264712801672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1322299264712801672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1322299264712801672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/02/tribute.html' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SYR8y67Uq0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/MGsCusqhtCo/s72-c/IMG_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6163377656389241902</id><published>2009-01-30T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:46:09.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Digby Is Pretty II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2008/05/marie-digby-is-pretty-x.html"&gt;Mohamad Zulhelmi Abdul Rahman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Kau Yang Punya by Malique feat. Najwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6163377656389241902?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6163377656389241902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6163377656389241902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6163377656389241902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6163377656389241902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/01/marie-digby-is-pretty-ii.html' title='Marie Digby Is Pretty II'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-6461056510055224874</id><published>2009-01-30T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:03:43.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Cow, Two Cows.</title><content type='html'>One minute will never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seven to thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Cookie Jar by Gym Class Heroes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-6461056510055224874?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/6461056510055224874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=6461056510055224874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6461056510055224874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/6461056510055224874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-cow-two-cows.html' title='One Cow, Two Cows.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-5893965868844729943</id><published>2009-01-29T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:28:26.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Still Remember?</title><content type='html'>I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Farhah Adiba Wan Abd Ghafar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how people still remember other people. But what more amazing is how we don't. I do remember you. And I miss you a lot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SYFKs-iZ7vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M96csn4gpdY/s1600-h/ha+%2B+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296596773326417650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SYFKs-iZ7vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M96csn4gpdY/s400/ha+%2B+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember those days where we walk from school to all the places we've been. In fact, up until now, if I am to go to Ampang, and I pass through Pandan Jaya LRT station, all I could think of is you. That sounds gay, but you were and are like the twin sister I've never had. And I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things may be awkward between us now because of the numbers in distance. But it will never change the record and memories of who you are in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever may happen to you or me, just so you know, you always have my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Viva Forever by Spice Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-5893965868844729943?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/5893965868844729943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=5893965868844729943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5893965868844729943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/5893965868844729943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-still-remember.html' title='Do You Still Remember?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SYFKs-iZ7vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M96csn4gpdY/s72-c/ha+%2B+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8934022879893169144</id><published>2009-01-25T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:03:42.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar.Spice.And.Everything Nice.</title><content type='html'>Cari pun tak guna. Sebab dia ada depan mata. Jelas jelas depan mata. Apa yang dia dah bagi tu semua tak dapat nak kasitahu dengan tepat. Secara kasar, dia dah tunjuk apa yang perlu untuk letak tepi setan yang ada dalam kepala ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai je yang keluar masuk, tolak tarik, buka tutup pintu hati ni. Tapi semuanya pasti end dengan keluar, tolak dan tutup. Dia? Dia sentuh pintu tu lembut lembut. Dia kasi perhatian yang sangat dibutuhkan oleh gadis-gadis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam blog ni, semuanya ditulis tanpa rasa malu atau censorship. Manalah tahu, in the future benda ni tak seindah yang diharapkan, I can learn from it without shy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to put aside my ego. Maybe not much, but it is in progress.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to think before I act.&lt;br /&gt;You let me be absolutely me around you. Nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;You watch all the stupid habits of mine, and you think it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;You made me the me now.&lt;br /&gt;You told me to be softer and nicer and kinder to other people.&lt;br /&gt;You take care of me as if I'm gonna go away forever tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;You became selfless while you are loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia bukan orang yang paling sopan dan sabar yang wujud dalam dunia ni. Tapi dia antara orang yang paling sabar dalam dunia saya dan dia buat semua tu dengan penuh sopan dan santun. Nak kata rindu? Kita attached macam lift dan butang butang turun naik lift tu. Tapi cukup tu memang jauh panggang dari api. Dari dia, saya belajar macam-macam. Saya harap saya banyak ajar dia juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is unselfish. So, be nice to it. Terima kasih, cinta. Awak ajar saya untuk tidak jadi selfish dalam relationship ni. You got me lovestoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : You Make It Real by James Morrison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8934022879893169144?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8934022879893169144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8934022879893169144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8934022879893169144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8934022879893169144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/01/sugarspiceandeverything-nice.html' title='Sugar.Spice.And.Everything Nice.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-1661086780729897495</id><published>2009-01-21T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:24:56.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapi Itu Warna Merah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nama : Ameera Nur Diana bt Munawar&lt;br /&gt;Age : Gonna be 20 in 7 months&lt;br /&gt;Interests : Straight guys, future in Structure and a colour right after green and slightly before teal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that have slowly stolen my attention away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One obvious thing is, I have never liked cicak. For one reason, I seriously can’t remember what cicak is in English. Pity, pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You have been my go-to person. Even though I wear clothes not by trend, but by instinct, I always give it 2-seconds to think whether or not you will fancy me if I were to be a stranger. You are one of the worst person that will pay attention to me if I choke and cough, but I will try to choke and cough in front of you as many times as I could, even though I had to do it deliberately. You have also taken the #1 spot as the best person to raise my temper, but I always act as though I’m mad just to feed your ego. You are officially one of the worst listeners of all times, but I will still choose you to talk to, no doubt. You are many things that I hope you’re not. And you also occupied the full list of the things I want to change. But despite that, you are the many, everlasting list of the things that I need. Yeah, the absolute things that I need to show me which way to growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I found myself in serious common grounds as Baie, my classmate. If you were to be close enough to both of us as Hasreen is, you will definitely notice the similar share of DNA codes between him and I. Sometimes it’s scary. Cancel that. MOST times, it’s scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) And for this week, I put some effort in me to list down the people or the things we do that I will miss. Or, I have already been missing a lot. And in addition, those who have left us like wind. Soundless. Echoless. News less. Everything ---less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) And for some reason, I really think that UiTM should accomodate us all with free, unlimited wi-fi that can connect us to the cyber world no matter where we are in the campus. Ni tak, kat food court yang jauh kat hujung tu dapat, kat kolej dapat, kat Pusat Islam dapat, kat HOTSPOT dapat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kena beli prepaid apa benda tah. Malam malam buta bila semua orang dah penat baru dapat. Itu pun, eventhough we are connected to the so-called-world.wide.web, I think a turtle can reach Sungai Petani just for us to upload a page. *literally*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Make Me Pure by Robbie Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-1661086780729897495?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/1661086780729897495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=1661086780729897495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1661086780729897495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/1661086780729897495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/01/tapi-itu-warna-merah.html' title='Tapi Itu Warna Merah'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-745098936942410154</id><published>2009-01-18T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:25:24.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hari ini saya discover cara nak &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;warna-warni&lt;/span&gt; kan post. Ya, ya, saya ketinggalan zaman dan buta IT. Tapi takpelah. :) Saya happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Kejoraku Bersatu by Search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-745098936942410154?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/745098936942410154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=745098936942410154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/745098936942410154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/745098936942410154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='Today?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2174089970031283032</id><published>2009-01-18T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:42:10.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold or Water?</title><content type='html'>It’s funny what love can make you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrase that is so cliché and at the same time, though many failed to admit, is true. Many of us chose to deny the fact that we always do funny things when we are in love, or when we think we are. Love is a concept that exists and lives in our head and soon takes control of our heart and eventually our system. The latter is what makes us do all those funny and undeniably crazy things at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard for us, modernized-human-beings to see with our heart and to listen with our mind? And is it that easy to not notice those around us who actually have feelings, just like us? People. We are a bunch of repulsive people who only think of ourselves than to include others. But do you know what makes us the worst kind? Those who doesn’t know their own heart, and live by the idea and thought that we, actually know who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, there are times where we stumble across a block of gold. And at that point of time, we really worry and became unconsciously concerned about the gold because to our mind, it’s an important thing. You see, we thought it works that way because we rarely see gold before our eyes every day. That’s what makes the gold important. It’s rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, there are bulks of other important things in our lives but we failed to notice because it has always been there. Stagnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example : water. We do know that it’s important to us. But we take it for granted because water came into our lives in a humongous portion. Thus, we failed to appreciate water as much as we appreciate gold. Sometimes, we even think that water is not important at all until a point when we either lose it permanently, or when we suddenly found ourselves being allergic to water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Po&lt;/strong&gt;, you are water. &lt;br /&gt;Important, (too important, in fact). But because you are always there, I constantly and frequently forget that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Everybody Hurts by R.E.M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2174089970031283032?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2174089970031283032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2174089970031283032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2174089970031283032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2174089970031283032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/01/gold-or-water.html' title='Gold or Water?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-8660590353836106587</id><published>2009-01-12T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:11:22.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days.</title><content type='html'>Dearest, dearest &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you always come up to me and tell me how weird your girlfriend is, and how retarded she seems. Yes, you did say that. And yes, your girlfriend can read this too. But deep down, I think I know how exactly to classify your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the type of girl who won’t call you when she is crushing on you, so you will have to call her. She won’t come talk to you too during that time, so you should go talk to her. When you two are hitting on each other, she’s not going to let you act stupid and pretend that she likes it. And when you are with your friends, she won’t run into your arms no matter how much she wants to. You need to come up behind her and wrap your arms around her so that everyone will turn their heads to you two. You should always be around her and allow yourself to be vulnerable at the same time too. She loves you more than you can imagine. And no matter how much she doesn’t show it, she does. But &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, you need to show her how much you love her and then she won’t be afraid to show it back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t really know how to tell you from where did I get the idea to tell you all these. Or even how did I happen to know so much about your girlfriend. It’s just that, she seems like a complicated character to understand and she looks interesting to analyze. Though I know how you felt about her, but I believe that she felt the goose bumps whenever you look her in the eye, or tell her that you love her exactly the way she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you remember that day when you asked me why do I love someone? And I didn’t answer that question, because honestly, I was speechless? Remember? Well, I did some thinking, and I found my answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love someone not because of the kiss, but it is when he put his hands on my back while he gently pull me closer. And it’s that innocent smile he gave after our lips met and the way he look into my eyes right before. You see, it’s not about the kiss, but it’s about the feeling I get. And that small tiny feeling that I felt make me realize how I actually love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you give that to your girlfriend? No matter how hard she is to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I think you can go from here in giving the best of you to your miss. Because all of it comes from inside of who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : Situasi by Bunkface&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-8660590353836106587?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/8660590353836106587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=8660590353836106587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8660590353836106587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/8660590353836106587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/01/days.html' title='Days.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-2087220458960679283</id><published>2009-01-02T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:44:15.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Mirrors, Square Mirrors.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I want an F5 button to always be somewhere behind the bush of everyone's back. Or better, Alt+F4. People tend to stay in a situation that they want to escape and stay in a situation that they are suppose to escape. But mostly, people rarely come out of their hiding. Men with no balls and girls with fake pussies hide behind a big tree whenever they have a chance. Well, hit the F5 button now so that you can refresh and remind yourself who you really are behind those masks and underneath all the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there who claimed themselves as a human will definitely let the cells in their brain to ponder about their tendencies to run and push the nearest Exit door and actually realised that, God, we are all wusses. And in conjuction to the new year of 2009 and the recent presence of 1 Muharram, please beg yourself to change and step out to the wild and nasty world. As shitty and scary as it is, we have no choice but to go through it. Mungkin sakit, tapi itu hidup kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write as wonderful, or as brilliant, or as sensible, but I see people around me walk in circles and stumbling across the same rock everytime they walk past them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our toast, but will we wake up to the sounds of our glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the assholes who loved us, left us and lied; karma works.&lt;br /&gt;And to the bitch who stood in front of a dickless dickhead; YOU're unethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT : That's Not My Name by The Ting Tings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-2087220458960679283?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/2087220458960679283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=2087220458960679283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2087220458960679283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/2087220458960679283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2009/01/round-mirrors-square-mirrors.html' title='Round Mirrors, Square Mirrors.'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978307608389238246.post-4016185412273537702</id><published>2008-12-30T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:15:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa Jahat Sangat Ke?</title><content type='html'>Life is such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And precisely, life doesn't have a specific definition. There's nobody to tell you what is the true meaning of life, or a true meaning of what is going on in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to know the truth about some people. That they don't have the guts to say what's on their mind. They runaway. Or be two-faced just to gain and re-gain their establishment on others. The most hurting as a blunt knife will be this following phrase : " &lt;em&gt;Tapi ada muscle pun tak guna la kan, if he doesnt have the two balls behind his penis. Haih. Whatever la kan.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sakit. Sakit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang manusia ni dia dah rasa macam "&lt;em&gt;I'm on top of the world&lt;/em&gt;", or "&lt;em&gt;I'm the Statue of Liberty&lt;/em&gt;", or "&lt;em&gt;I'm good, you suck&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, everytime we speak, as we are uttering the words, go imagine that there's a mirror in front of us and see how ugly we look when our egos are taking over who we really are. And behind it all, the egos are busy doing a happy-feet dance because NEWSFLASH! You are THE asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya selalu makan hati, sakit hati, iri hati, pendam hati dan semua hati bila saya duduk dan perhatikan hidup saya berjalan, merangkak, berlari, melompat, berdiri sesuka hati. Dan saya paling selalu susahkan diri bila saya tahu makhluk di luar sana susah, suka, sedih, gembira dan sebagainya. Nak kata saya apa? Mungkin dalam banyak banyak manusia, mana ada antara kita yang ada hak nak judge orang lain. So, in a simpler word, I leave it to Allah SWT to judge who I really am. And also, what I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG AT THE MOMENT : Papa Jahat by The Fabulous Cats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978307608389238246-4016185412273537702?l=miaohmia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/feeds/4016185412273537702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978307608389238246&amp;postID=4016185412273537702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4016185412273537702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978307608389238246/posts/default/4016185412273537702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaohmia.blogspot.com/2008/12/papa-jahat-sangat-ke.html' title='Papa Jahat Sangat Ke?'/><author><name>miaOHmia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11336069863560546364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFLzyGEfSrg/SmxNZVsSPhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mwIio2pwNk0/S220/DSC_0201.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
