<?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-13237948</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:04:54.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live ur life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-8922093479215191531</id><published>2010-07-20T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:26:11.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;and so the days flipped so horribly and im persistently waiting for a better outcome, but impossible is the truth here.. tt's just a case of my wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13237948-8922093479215191531?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8922093479215191531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=8922093479215191531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/8922093479215191531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/8922093479215191531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-so-days-flipped-so-horribly-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-5806264815600534134</id><published>2010-06-10T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:47:03.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You appeared so suddenly. After all these years, we were so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;BUT all in all, it was a really beautiful surprise. Feeling like someone special agn.&lt;br /&gt;Too touched that it made me keep thinking abt everything between us.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and still keep smiling till now, but with no expectations of the future.&lt;br /&gt;but I noe I felt a sense of warmth and a gush of lost hidden compressed memories flashed back.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma will be the state I'm in right now.&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't fully let go of what happened between&lt;em&gt; 'us'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only u could for once say u don't love me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;instead of saying I don't know incessantly when i asked.&lt;br /&gt;but ur ignorance, treatment proves everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as significant as how i should be in ur life.&lt;br /&gt;but u noe i did risked my feelings for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking it slow and judge everything from what I'm feeling truthfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13237948-5806264815600534134?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5806264815600534134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=5806264815600534134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/5806264815600534134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/5806264815600534134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-appeared-so-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-1115114924696427187</id><published>2010-06-08T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:07:09.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;-The five people you meet in Heaven (Mitch Albom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS NURUL FOR LENDING ME THE BOOK. AND SO, THERE'S MORE TO COME(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anw, a bad news just fell on my ears, my uncle just left the world. May Allah bless you, and bring u to heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13237948-1115114924696427187?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1115114924696427187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=1115114924696427187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/1115114924696427187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/1115114924696427187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-love-is-still-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-3689973607955428601</id><published>2010-05-30T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T08:31:53.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This should totally be posted last week, but somehow it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;24/05/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(12 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this particular moment when the pic is snapped, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wished for 2 things that I sincerely hope to get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which I noe will definitely eliminate my sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;May my wishes come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477079160598220658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAJ-ek4mz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zsISa2sTFBs/s200/bthda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a blasting time during my birthdae celebration w my workmates. Location: Nabins @ Sultan Gate. They're e sweetest things on earth, the laughters and the fun we had not only during this date, but at workplace too, every single day! and Im thankful to everyone who wished me and made my day a more memorable and delightful one(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still had to work on that day unfortunately but I claimed hours in the end because I wanted to catch POP. I just thought that that would be the only place i really want to head to on that day and so yes i did. Cocurrently, killing multiple birds in one stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAKDXv2AqwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P5gY1CmgGJg/s1600/acap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477084540839176962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAKDXv2AqwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P5gY1CmgGJg/s200/acap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAKDJF8chqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aaRUUBWJgb0/s1600/huda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477084289073710754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAKDJF8chqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aaRUUBWJgb0/s200/huda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAKDygxiqmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Isp3gRSZe9s/s1600/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477085000650369634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAKDygxiqmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Isp3gRSZe9s/s200/dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAKD3IGxpfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pyXE-6t6rHc/s1600/him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477085079927891442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAKD3IGxpfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pyXE-6t6rHc/s200/him.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad to piecesss! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13237948-3689973607955428601?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3689973607955428601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=3689973607955428601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/3689973607955428601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/3689973607955428601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-should-totally-be-posted-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oDOpSfwBQ/TAJ-ek4mz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zsISa2sTFBs/s72-c/bthda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-8436156733338405340</id><published>2010-05-12T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:31:53.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's when emotions start to strike u out of the blue and in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be strong when u're not, acting like ure damn happy when u're really not, thinking like it doesnt matter when in fact it's the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; important thing. Im tired of the memories that are tied to my brain. Can we do some vasectomy work here? Every single day, they never fail to pop up. I hate listening to the songs I hear everyday to work and back home. Same songs that keep reminding me always. But I dun wanna change anything coz I cant. The most valuable thing on earth can't just disperse instantly. or perhaps, it's simply just too difficult to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13237948-8436156733338405340?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8436156733338405340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=8436156733338405340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/8436156733338405340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/8436156733338405340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/heres-when-emotions-start-to-strike-u.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-5594110816981941088</id><published>2010-05-12T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:43:30.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, obviously, none of my wishes came true. I have to live with it. I don't have much of a back up plan like Jenifer Lopez does but i noe I'll survive.It's alright to waste time. Im still young, so yeah pretty much that. u noe wat..FCUK. IM REALLY IN DEEP SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can i get my pay sooner, pls pls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13237948-5594110816981941088?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5594110816981941088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=5594110816981941088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/5594110816981941088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/5594110816981941088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-obviously-none-of-my-wishes-came.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-2500965929250065357</id><published>2010-05-09T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T08:29:47.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weeekend for me was really good but DAMN tiring! went to work with only 1 1/2  hour of sleeep. till closing some more! nevertheless, i had a good time. that's what matters isnt it? Behind all these insanity of mine, there's some hidden reasons. i really feel im down w bad luck that i need some distractions to cheer me up back. like life isnt supposed to be just that way. There are more things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had my first bthdae present alrd! THANK YOU LOTS. it's a  reef slipper that ive beeen longing for quite some time. ehheheh. bring all smile to my face. weee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13237948-2500965929250065357?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2500965929250065357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=2500965929250065357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/2500965929250065357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/2500965929250065357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-weeekend-for-me-was-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-1071521283460392976</id><published>2010-05-04T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:35:24.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sniffed sniffed and smell some new great talent;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 900px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/brooks/Brooks003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;JOE BROOKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great songwriting, love his voice and PLUS factor: kinda cute. hahahahaha. started from my space and now, his songs are even playing on the radio, 91.3fm everytime Im at work. One of which that is HOT HOT HOT is Superman: Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ufAOtN93ic&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ufAOtN93ic&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and another recommendation if ure too damn bored with life and feel like catching up with a drama that's filled up with thrills, action-packed, romance will be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 597px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 453px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/tv_the_vampire_diaries01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's effing AWESOMEEEEE! hands down mannnnnn.&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/13237948-1071521283460392976?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1071521283460392976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=1071521283460392976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/1071521283460392976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/1071521283460392976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-sniffed-sniffed-and-smell-some-new.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-1593208942008167978</id><published>2010-05-03T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:41:57.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.legaljuice.com/angry%20lawyer%20mad%20lawyer%20furious%20lawyer%20man%20person-thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meeting up with ur loved ones is absolutely enjoyable and u can definitely feel all the warmth u need. Frens are extremely important to me coz u have to depend on them, if not today, tomorrow or in the future. they'll be by ur side when u need them. and so far, they never fail to be there for me, phycically or spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I met up with Nurul and Haikel yest and today (they stalk me lah). i swear i LOVE ayam penyet ria! We are obsessed with that ayam penyet man, awesome -nesssss! She recommended good books to read up, oh wells , after working at times ah, this girl has gone even MADDER abt booooks! after all, im catching up with reading to kill my time in train. Im really looking forward to reading more books. yep, it's a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kara.allthingsd.com/files/2009/10/move_on_logo_515pix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 147px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://kara.allthingsd.com/files/2009/10/move_on_logo_515pix1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a book she recommended about picking up from breakup; &lt;em&gt;It's called a Breakup because it's broken,&lt;/em&gt; that i'll prob read it sooner or later, but i wanna read &lt;em&gt;he's not that into you&lt;/em&gt; first coz that breakup book is a follow up. I read a few parts of it and honestly, it's starting to make more sense. We have our dignities that need to be hold. I don't want to ultimately be avoided and pitied. It's not right. I gotta move on coz there are more opportunities out there and I should achieve the happiness that i deserve, and not longing from something that cant be revived. but i wanna state this clearly, im not moving on to another relationship, not until im ready. and dont force me who i wanna love. &lt;/span&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;Recent update abt celebrity LADY GAGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LADY GAGA AMPUTATED LEG RUMOR: DEBUNKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wdh. she totally did this for fame lah.bloody rumor. I actually believe that she amputated her leg. now, i feel so ashamed at how gullible i can be. bloody gaga.&lt;/span&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/13237948-1593208942008167978?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1593208942008167978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=1593208942008167978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/1593208942008167978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/1593208942008167978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/meeting-up-with-ur-loved-ones-is.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13237948.post-1641185371569050903</id><published>2010-05-02T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:07:03.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my old blog which has been untouched for years. All my past posts had been deleted. Reason being, they are just too old, really old. It's during my sec sch period. This blog is solely for my life from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;I missed blogging, so i thought this will be a good start for the year, although 4 months had alrd passed since Jan but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since this is my blog, i have ALL authorities to say what i wanna say, what im feeling or whatever that comes right onto my mind. So, if there are any comments that ure unhappy abt or damn bored by the dullness of this blog, i advise please click to other websites coz im not here to entertain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT ENTERTAINING YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lifewithouttaffy.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/juggle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love to whine and complain abt stuffs,but u'll realise no matter what, u still love me.&lt;br /&gt;Im a girl whom u cant find next door, not even in the next evolution.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I love to mumble, it's damn fun to not pronounce words properly.&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolates,&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NUTELLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://lucare.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/nutella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lucare.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/nutella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I can munch on nutella just like this kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I love to smile, that goes without saying.&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to realise how much I adore kids. They're like the purest creatures on earth. Plain innocent and cute, but at times, so freaking annoying that u feel like banging a guitar on their head, but simply cant.&lt;br /&gt;Im now 18, turning 19, to another older age, but at least not starting w a digit '2'. So, there's still space for childish acts.&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;(Im indecisive and emotionally unindependent.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this post, i wanna dedicate some time for a gorgeous lady that has surprisingly moved on with her life to a way higher step; Melissa Toh. Her smile was beautiful and her presence definitely brightened up people's lives just like an angel. She left this world too early, missing out so many more things that she hasnt enjoyed in this world yet. Because of a broken relationship, things turned out the way that none expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legaljuice.com/angry%20lawyer%20mad%20lawyer%20furious%20lawyer%20man%20person-thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.legaljuice.com/angry%20lawyer%20mad%20lawyer%20furious%20lawyer%20man%20person-thumb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, i have to say im extremely frustrated abt one thing when im leading my singlehood life now. Im really not interested in noeing anyone, so please stop trying. These people are like barking on you, one after another. Persistent persuasions, repetitive texts. It makes me wanna throw my phone, i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/13237948-1641185371569050903?l=mirliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1641185371569050903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13237948&amp;postID=1641185371569050903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/1641185371569050903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13237948/posts/default/1641185371569050903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-my-old-blog-which-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>MiRLiAnA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11777104536373558733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
