<?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-2823227411558102861</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:55:26.221+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Me'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Us'/><category term='Him'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Curhat'/><title type='text'>Live Laugh Love</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my journey. And this is only the beginning.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-1729826053638506868</id><published>2011-01-04T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:18:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 : Game Over!</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I last posted something here. Well, 2010 was not that easy to get through with. There were so many downs for me, a little of ups, down, down, down, down. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(No, I'm not singing Jay Sean's song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A tonnes of tears I shred, only makes me stronger. It makes me ME. Only ME. Though I've change a little bit, but I'm still ME inside. I'm as confused as ever. Nothing much to say. Just hoping and dreaming that 2011 brings me more luck and good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-1729826053638506868?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1729826053638506868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=1729826053638506868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1729826053638506868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1729826053638506868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-game-over.html' title='2010 : Game Over!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-6790768904879454843</id><published>2010-02-16T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:14:01.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sematan Trip</title><content type='html'>Now Sematan is like my second hometown. Soon to be official. My mind is at peace when I'm there. Especially when I get to sit back, relax, enjoy and do nothing besides staring at the ocean. And the best part is to sit next to him. &gt;.&lt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/S3qxEnucORI/AAAAAAAAATA/KiDcRBIuBak/s1600-h/Keroro_370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438854192944658706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/S3qxEnucORI/AAAAAAAAATA/KiDcRBIuBak/s320/Keroro_370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *This is the view from across the Jeti Sematan &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-6790768904879454843?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6790768904879454843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=6790768904879454843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6790768904879454843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6790768904879454843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-sematan-trip.html' title='Another Sematan Trip'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/S3qxEnucORI/AAAAAAAAATA/KiDcRBIuBak/s72-c/Keroro_370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-6621033646453911722</id><published>2009-12-30T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:38:25.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 : Is This The End Or The Beginning Of Something New</title><content type='html'>In every beginning there's always an end. But in every ending, there's always chances for a new beginning. Even better than what we expected. 2009 has been a year full of surprises for myself. When life takes you down, it's not the end of the world. Get back up on your knees and learn how to stand and walk first before you run. If you started running before you even know how to walk you will fall down again even harder. Live life to the fullest when you still have the chance. Luck won't wait for you. You have to chase the luck. Grab it! Never let it go once you get hold of it. One thing I learn is to never stop DREAMING. Yup. Dream. Dreams do come true. Sooner or later. But you have to put an effort for it. Negativity is not a helping hand. It pulls you down slowly to the very bottom. Well, I started very slow in the beginning of 2009. Surprisingly to see what I've become by December. Almost everything that I had wish and dream for has come true. Thank you ALLAH S.W.T. Syukur alhamdulillah. For 2010, I'm hoping for happiness. And I pray that what I have today will always be mine today and forever. Amin. Planning to have my own big day in 2010. InsyaAllah. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*The End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-6621033646453911722?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6621033646453911722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=6621033646453911722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6621033646453911722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6621033646453911722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-is-this-end-or-beginning-of.html' title='2009 : Is This The End Or The Beginning Of Something New'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-1466911663716028010</id><published>2009-11-18T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:19:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;KELUARGAKU MEMBUNUHKU!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2823227411558102861-1466911663716028010?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1466911663716028010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=1466911663716028010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1466911663716028010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1466911663716028010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/keluargaku-membunuhku-end-of-amirahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-7578967725763644583</id><published>2009-10-30T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:03:59.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>Before I forget about it. I would like to wish my aunt a very Happy Birthday. She's born on the 30th October, 1971. That makes her exactly 38 years old today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SuryCKhsBtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k6Hh0nDGzhM/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398393222356272850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SuryCKhsBtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k6Hh0nDGzhM/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-7578967725763644583?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7578967725763644583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=7578967725763644583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7578967725763644583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7578967725763644583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SuryCKhsBtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k6Hh0nDGzhM/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-2856573832271006735</id><published>2009-10-30T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:55:15.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Glad I Got Over You</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I am sooooo over you. You who? You-him. Him who? Not important anymore in my life. Aha! I'm so glad that I can say it now. Because before this I just couldn't stop thinking about him. But does he ever for a split second think about me? Nah. I'm sure he doesn't at all. Even if I'm in front of him. Yeah. Before, I like to brag about him and just can't stop talking about him. I guess I was blinded by my own feelings. But now, he's &lt;strong&gt;HISTORY&lt;/strong&gt;! Yup! You guys must be wondering who he is. No he's not my boyfriend. He was someone who had a place in my heart. Well, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-2856573832271006735?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2856573832271006735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=2856573832271006735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2856573832271006735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2856573832271006735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-glad-i-got-over-you.html' title='I&apos;m So Glad I Got Over You'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8427096497564230569</id><published>2009-10-30T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:44:43.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Yup. Why? it's a very famous question among us human being. We asked why this and why that without realising that we asked why every single day. I know we are curious. But remember, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; killed the cat. Why am I writing this post?? Just don't ask me why. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8427096497564230569?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8427096497564230569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8427096497564230569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8427096497564230569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8427096497564230569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-6217368870280677149</id><published>2009-10-24T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:23:37.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Know. . .</title><content type='html'>I've been disappearing from writing any post since ages. I admit that I'm very occupied with my new life. I would like to call it as my new life because I think it's a new beginning for me. It's all like a dream for me. A very sweet dream indeed. Almost everything that I pray and wish for had come true. My oh my. And I should be thankful to Allah. Yes it's me who keep nagging that my life is unfair and I'm not lucky and it continues. My life is almost perfect by now. Well, almost. I still have some problems and issues here and there. But that's what you call LIFE. Too good to be true. Amirah is back on track. Hello world! Here I come. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-6217368870280677149?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6217368870280677149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=6217368870280677149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6217368870280677149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6217368870280677149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-you-know_24.html' title='What Do You Know. . .'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-360446586750688463</id><published>2009-08-08T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:35:33.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Gives Me Hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY OFFICE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-360446586750688463?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/360446586750688463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=360446586750688463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/360446586750688463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/360446586750688463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-gives-me-hell.html' title='What Gives Me Hell?'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-6063239476448564016</id><published>2009-07-13T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:33:53.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody home. . .?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FUH&lt;/span&gt;! It has been awhile I didn't post anything here. I throw stone (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;batu&lt;/span&gt;) for awhile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;! Been doing something all this while. I'm working now. And this time it's something quite very permanent job for me. I give you a clue. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BERKHIDMAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;UNTUK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NEGARA&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! So long and goodnight. Will post something longer in the future. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Amirah's&lt;/span&gt; Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-6063239476448564016?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6063239476448564016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=6063239476448564016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6063239476448564016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6063239476448564016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/anybody-home.html' title='Anybody home. . .?'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-4498089157307925722</id><published>2009-03-02T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:51:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my fellow grape farmers</title><content type='html'>What do you know? Today I get myself a job. Yes. J O B. A job. I'm so happy. I'm so sick and tired of being jobless and my grape farm unfortunately will never give me any fruits of success so yeah. I quit my grape farming career. Haha! No I don't grow grapes and nor I have a grape farm. But you get what I mean right. In Malay jobless means penganggur a.k.a tanam anggur. So why am I babbling about this whole grape thing. I also don't know. Oh yeah. I'll be an assistant at a pharmacy. No I'm not gonna tel you guys where. Cause one of you people may be a stalker. O.o Haha! I'm just kidding people. I'm no artist or celebrity. Hehe! Okay then. Need to rest early tonight. Tomorrow will be my first day at work. And I'm still waiting for my SPA interview result that will be out in April. Gosh I'm so nervous. I just hope I get the job. Pray for me yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-4498089157307925722?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4498089157307925722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=4498089157307925722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4498089157307925722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4498089157307925722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-my-fellow-grape-farmers.html' title='Goodbye my fellow grape farmers'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8573692369307941478</id><published>2009-02-22T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:39:54.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Menten!</title><content type='html'>Fuh! This weekend have been quite fun and healthy for me. I forget how much fun it is to play badminton. I have to admit that I'm not a pro and I suck at sport. But what do I care. Honestly, I haven't played any kind sports for all this time. If sleeping is a sport then I am the number 1 pro. =p I've realized that sweating is fun ya'll! Haha! So my advise for you people out there keep on sweating! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And not forgetting about the aching all over my body that I'm having right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8573692369307941478?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8573692369307941478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8573692369307941478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8573692369307941478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8573692369307941478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/menten.html' title='Menten!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-1077426917557113896</id><published>2009-02-21T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:15:41.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My New Name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Japanese Name is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mamiko Yamamoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder what does it means in Japanese?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope it means something nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hopefully. . . =.="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's Your Japanese Name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-1077426917557113896?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1077426917557113896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=1077426917557113896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1077426917557113896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1077426917557113896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-name.html' title='My New Name!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-7725673842983093463</id><published>2009-02-20T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:51:04.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curhat'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Today is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day without him.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him much.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a month now since I last met him.&lt;br /&gt;When will I see him again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-7725673842983093463?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7725673842983093463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=7725673842983093463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7725673842983093463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7725673842983093463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-6115783994368448476</id><published>2009-02-19T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:30:40.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I'm gonna update about. Yes, there's one thing. Today have been exactly one month after my first interview on 19th January, 2009. I hope the result will be out soon. Sooner would be better. And you know what would be even better? If the job is mine! IF. . . Yes, IF. I have no clue. The interview session went well that day for me. I don't know how the other candidate did. Ok. Enough about that. That day will come soon. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing much happened this lately. My day is very dull. Wake up, eat, watch tv,eat,watch tv, sleep. And if there's anything for me to cook then I cook. I love cooking. Still learning some more recipes from my grams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened except last Monday. I went for another interview at MASJA. Almost went well for me when Mr. Interviewer twisted up the Q that made me go what?? Haha! What else could you expect from me. Me and my blurriness. Ceh! So embarassing. And so potong stim my interview. Huhu! And I have to wait for about one hour outside the building for people to pick me up. Talking about suffering. Standing outside when it's bloody hot. Me in my baju kurung and not forgetting my how-many-inch-high-heels. I hate high heels. I don't know why, but my butt hurts after that. I curse you high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for chocolate ice-creams at the moment. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(This is very important!)&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-6115783994368448476?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6115783994368448476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=6115783994368448476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6115783994368448476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6115783994368448476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update?'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-4737667376420740306</id><published>2009-02-12T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:23:14.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>This Monday!</title><content type='html'>This coming Monday (16th Feb, 2009), I have another job interview at MASJA. If I get the job I'll be saying sayonara to Kuching! Huhu! I'll be settling either in Padawan, Sarikei or Sibu in the future. Gosh. But where ever it is I'm willing to go UNTUK BERBAKTI KEPADA NUSA DAN BANGSA DAN KELUARGAKU DAN TIDAK LUPA JUGA KEPADA DIRIKU SENDIRI. Understand?? HAHAHA! Just wish me luck. How much luck do I need?? As much as the sand at the beach. Just imagine. . . Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder when will my previous job interview result will be out. Penasaran gw jadinya. . . =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-4737667376420740306?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4737667376420740306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=4737667376420740306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4737667376420740306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4737667376420740306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-monday.html' title='This Monday!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-7745211985146194383</id><published>2009-02-06T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:03:42.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances</title><content type='html'>Today I received a letter. Another interview for me. Woohoo! I hope there's hope for me. The one I've been longing and waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-7745211985146194383?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7745211985146194383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=7745211985146194383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7745211985146194383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7745211985146194383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/chances.html' title='Chances'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8626568487141042416</id><published>2009-02-06T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:47:22.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Us'/><title type='text'>15 Months</title><content type='html'>Celebrating our 15th months anniversary. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SYwwvd3nNWI/AAAAAAAAASg/va9LMsmF8P8/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299664453538100578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SYwwvd3nNWI/AAAAAAAAASg/va9LMsmF8P8/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8626568487141042416?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8626568487141042416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8626568487141042416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8626568487141042416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8626568487141042416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/15-months.html' title='15 Months'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SYwwvd3nNWI/AAAAAAAAASg/va9LMsmF8P8/s72-c/IMG_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-5309402846474703562</id><published>2009-02-01T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:38:10.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>S.O.S?</title><content type='html'>I have lost my interest in blogging this lately. So sorry for no update. I've been very emo and not in a right condition. Will be blogging again when I have the mood and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-5309402846474703562?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5309402846474703562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=5309402846474703562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5309402846474703562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5309402846474703562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/sos.html' title='S.O.S?'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-289473102403326448</id><published>2009-01-28T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:02:57.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>What do you know. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I went to Sematan again last Saturday and I just came back yesterday. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296282264191121122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SYAsqItQNuI/AAAAAAAAASY/SjPFDdBqFkA/s320/IMG_0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This photo I took from my first visit to Sematan. Before I cut my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-289473102403326448?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/289473102403326448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=289473102403326448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/289473102403326448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/289473102403326448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-know.html' title='What do you know. . .'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SYAsqItQNuI/AAAAAAAAASY/SjPFDdBqFkA/s72-c/IMG_0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-9186329006902059494</id><published>2009-01-16T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:10:54.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Haiya</title><content type='html'>FYI people. I went to have my hair cut yesterday. From long to very short. I think I look ugly. God! Why did I do that?! No it was not my fault. I blame it on that aunty who was cutting my hair yesterday. She was watching this reality tv show and was SOBBING while cutting my hair. CIS! I'm not ready to post my recent picture here. Malu la. Cause I do think I look ugly. Wait till it grow longer. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-9186329006902059494?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9186329006902059494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=9186329006902059494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/9186329006902059494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/9186329006902059494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/haiya.html' title='Haiya'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-3773248949333025263</id><published>2009-01-14T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:45:18.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>I went to Sematan last Friday and just came back today. I guess nobody is missing me. Huhu! Haha! WTH! I had so much fun. I went to my ermmmm future parents-in-law house. Ehem2. . . Haha! &gt;.&lt; I'll update later. Need to rest. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-3773248949333025263?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3773248949333025263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=3773248949333025263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/3773248949333025263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/3773248949333025263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-453121508825633795</id><published>2009-01-08T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:43:52.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Attention!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today is Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yesterday was Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tomorrow is Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-453121508825633795?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/453121508825633795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=453121508825633795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/453121508825633795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/453121508825633795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/attention.html' title='Attention!!!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-1050519276945861609</id><published>2009-01-07T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:57:35.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Aku Seorang Yang J I W A N G</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYHHHH!!!! JANGAN PADAH DENGAN SAPA2. . . Ahaks! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bila Rindu Ku Sebut Namamu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Siti Fairuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvP7c_3PRkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvP7c_3PRkQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanpa ku sedar aku tersebut namamu,&lt;br /&gt;Mengapakah hanya dengan tiba-tiba,&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun menjadi rindu,&lt;br /&gt;Dan wajahmu ku terbayang,&lt;br /&gt;Adakah engkau pun begitu merindu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila ku rindu aku tersebut namamu,&lt;br /&gt;Bila ku resah ingin rasa ku bertemu,&lt;br /&gt;Aku jadi tak menentu,&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu kehadiranmu,&lt;br /&gt;Mengapakah lama hilang tanpa berita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa khabarmu di sana kekasihku,&lt;br /&gt;Semoga engkau tak lupa padaku,&lt;br /&gt;Jangan biar ku merindu,&lt;br /&gt;Jangan biar ku tertunggu,&lt;br /&gt;Sepinya di hatiku menunggumu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila ku rindu aku tersebut namamu,&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam mimpi aku dibelai olehmu,&lt;br /&gt;Indah sungguh percintaan,&lt;br /&gt;Indahnya berkasih sayang,&lt;br /&gt;Betapa aku merindu kepadamu. . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you miss someone that much just say his or her name out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Loud enough for you to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Not for you whole family. =.="&lt;br /&gt;If it's me that name would be Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;That name would be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIZAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;He's not perfect or very good looking.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that I'm not perfect and not that beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not important.&lt;br /&gt;What matters the most is what you have inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how worst is my temper or how stubborn I am.&lt;br /&gt;He will always be right by my side.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the countless time I've asked for breaking up (PMS! Ehem2.) but he just won't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;Because he knows that I didn't really mean of what I've said.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my big mouth just never shut.&lt;br /&gt;Words can kill you know.&lt;br /&gt;So beware of what you said.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not ashame to admit that I am a JIWANG person. KAHKAHKAH!!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/S : Sorry, I just couldn't find a less JIWANG video clip. =.=" WTH! Just enjoy the song! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-1050519276945861609?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1050519276945861609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=1050519276945861609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1050519276945861609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1050519276945861609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/aku-seorang-yang-j-i-w-n-g.html' title='Aku Seorang Yang J I W A N G'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8785210896677964363</id><published>2009-01-05T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:55:13.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Greetings fellow homosapiens</title><content type='html'>Hey, I've added a chatbox on my blog. I guess it's for fun. But I'm hopping I'd get some respond from you guys out there. Thank you! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8785210896677964363?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8785210896677964363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8785210896677964363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8785210896677964363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8785210896677964363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/greetings-fellow-homosapiens.html' title='Greetings fellow homosapiens'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8236995721522084866</id><published>2009-01-04T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:02:39.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him'/><title type='text'>Cak! Cak! Cak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my personal collection of his pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took this on his interview last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is taken in Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287446597483514754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SWDIqpPaS4I/AAAAAAAAARo/3lm7DrhN0gI/s320/Nizam+(21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stole this two pictures from his colleague's Friendster. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha! =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this picture is taken somewhere in Bintulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While he's on a ferry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you guys were wondering where he's at. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SWDIrRthRuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/fD7JFnspfg0/s1600-h/Nizam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287446608347219682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SWDIrRthRuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/fD7JFnspfg0/s320/Nizam2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of him with one of his other colleague.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere in Bintulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SWDIrGWqPYI/AAAAAAAAARw/pKX_GFXNdrs/s1600-h/Nizam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287446605298548098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SWDIrGWqPYI/AAAAAAAAARw/pKX_GFXNdrs/s320/Nizam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8236995721522084866?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8236995721522084866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8236995721522084866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8236995721522084866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8236995721522084866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/interview_04.html' title='Cak! Cak! Cak!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SWDIqpPaS4I/AAAAAAAAARo/3lm7DrhN0gI/s72-c/Nizam+(21).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-309806481461677183</id><published>2009-01-04T03:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:19:15.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>14th Month Anniversary!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SV-_e83maDI/AAAAAAAAARY/8aR3Br0-5Es/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287155026012563506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SV-_e83maDI/AAAAAAAAARY/8aR3Br0-5Es/s320/Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y 14T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;H MO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;NTH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ANN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;IVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287442035561468354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SWDEhGwcEcI/AAAAAAAAARg/wSwke5NM5wE/s320/MiRa+%26+Nizam+(18).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO US&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He surprised me today when he gave me a surprise visit. It's not really a surprise cause he did somehow unfortunately accidentally let the cat out of the bag. Kantoi la tu. Ahaks! =p Oh well. I was indeed kinda surprise myself. Because I thought that I won't be seeing him for the next 5 months. And what did you know, I get to meet him today! Yes today baby! We went out after Maghrib and had dinner at Arif Hotel's food court. I ate like I never eat before. My appetite came back out from nowhere. Haha! And again the dinner was sort of like our anniversary dinner. But unfortunately it was quite a short meeting &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(dating! =p)&lt;/span&gt; cause he's not feeling quite well just now. Besides he's actually here in Kuching to attend another course held by his office. But the course equeals to he will be very damn busy with it! So that means that I can't see him again after this cause maybe after the course he will be going straight back to Bintulu.Sad isn't it? Huhu! But no matter what, I was indeed very freaking happy and excited to meet him just now! You guys should see the look on my face! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sayang. I sayang you. XOXO! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2823227411558102861-309806481461677183?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/309806481461677183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=309806481461677183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/309806481461677183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/309806481461677183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/14th-month-anniversary.html' title='14th Month Anniversary!!!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SV-_e83maDI/AAAAAAAAARY/8aR3Br0-5Es/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-2847469415691984853</id><published>2009-01-02T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:53:54.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Bukan Superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bukan Superstar &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Project Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQmm2lIc7NM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/RQmm2lIc7NM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku Pasha Ungu,&lt;br /&gt;Semua wanita kan memburuku,&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku Ariel Peterpan,&lt;br /&gt;Kau yakin ngefans karena gua keren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seksi badannya Mulan Jameela,&lt;br /&gt;Cantiknya dia seperti aku,&lt;br /&gt;Giring Nidji sahabat aku,&lt;br /&gt;Dekat denganku dialah aku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenyataan aku bukan siapa-siapa,&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin engkau mencintai aku apa adanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan superstar kaya dan terkenal,&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan saudagar yang punya banyak kapal,&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan bangsawan, ku bukan priyayi,&lt;br /&gt;Ku hanyalah orang yang ingin dicintai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku Letto wes pasti aku wong Jowo,&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenyataan aku bukan siapa-siapa,&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin engkau mencintai aku apa adanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan superstar kaya dan terkenal,&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan saudagar yang punya banyak kapal,&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan bangsawan, ku bukan priyayi,&lt;br /&gt;Ku hanyalah orang yang ingin dicintai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata orang ku mirip Glenn Fredly,&lt;br /&gt;Suara merdu wanita jatuh hati,&lt;br /&gt;Namun semua itu hanya mimpi bagimu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi semua itu hanya mimpi?&lt;br /&gt;Ya iyalah, masa ya iya dong,&lt;br /&gt;Durian aja dibelah bukan dibedong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan superstar kaya dan terkenal,&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan saudagar yang punya banyak kapal,&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan bangsawan, ku bukan priyayi,&lt;br /&gt;Ku hanyalah orang yang ingin dicintai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu bukan super, kamu bukan star,&lt;br /&gt;Kalo digabungin kamu bukan superstar,&lt;br /&gt;Ku bukan bangsawan, ku bukan priyayi,&lt;br /&gt;Ku hanyalah orang yang ingin dicintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-2847469415691984853?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-1573843866425471780</id><published>2009-01-02T00:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:43:19.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curhat'/><title type='text'>LONELINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1ySjboQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LPB6J35qEmE/s1600-h/Lonely2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 253px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370306948833538" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1ySjboQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LPB6J35qEmE/s320/Lonely2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONELINESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is what I felt, what I have to go through and deal with in my daily life. 365 days and in leap years 366 days of loneliness. Though there's always by family around me but deep in my heart I just felt the total loneliness. Darkness of life. Why? I guess none of them really understands or know who I am really are. They are my family but they are almost like a total stranger in my life. Well most of the time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mother and a younger brother whom I barely know. In fact, I've never met them before in my life. I'm turning 22 years old in May and one wish have not yet come true. There's nothing else I would ask for except my biological mother. The woman who carried me in her wombs for 9 months. And my brother. He's my one and only siblings. But I have a younger sister and brother from my father second marriage with my step mother. No she's not mean like the one's in the fairy tales. She's nice. But of course we don't live together. I live with my grandparents. And they are like my parents. My father, he's just a name. Honestly, he means nothing to me. I was probably a mistake for him.  But still I would like to thank him for giving me the chance to be here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1xpc-WiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aOz3r647sqs/s1600-h/Lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 237px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370295915895330" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1xpc-WiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aOz3r647sqs/s320/Lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends. A friend in need is a friend indeed. But sometimes I feel like I have no friends at all. I envy them cause they far more better than me. And that keeps me motivated. But I am what I am. I still haven't get the chance to prove myself better. It's not that I wanna compete with them. I just wanna be a better person. Hopefully none will get embarrass for befriending me. It hurts me even more when we went out and they have to pay for everything. I felt sick! I felt so useless. I just wanna stay at home in my room and cry myself to sleep. Cause that's what I'm better at. Being a pathetic loser. Which I shall not be anymore this year! No more negativeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry friends. It's not my intention. It's just that I missed you guys a lot. Since we've finished school you guys were scattered everywhere to fulfill your dreams. I did have the chance but it was too short. I envy you guys cause you have more friends and you pay less attention towards me. I am being selfish here. It's just that I felt so lonely. But no matter what, friends like you guys are really hard to find and I cherish you guys a lot. I've tried finding more friends. It's not that I've failed but the others are just not like you guys. I'll promise to be a better friend in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1yZGgIKI/AAAAAAAAARA/mkEq8SGjyU8/s1600-h/Lonely3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 257px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370308706541730" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1yZGgIKI/AAAAAAAAARA/mkEq8SGjyU8/s320/Lonely3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sit by myself and thinking. Thinking to myself that right now at this moment someone is thinking about me and missing me. I love my private moment. Cause it makes me think. Think what I'm gonna do with my life. What path should I take. Sometimes I love my loneliness. Loneliness is my nearest best friend. No I'm not being sarcastic or something else. It's just that I'm used to it. I love spending my time alone. Maybe reading, sewing or just doing nothing at all. Reminds me how I missed the beach too where it's so peaceful for me to just sit down and relax. If I have money I would like to build a house at the beach. Well, near. Not that close. Thinking about Tsunami creeps me out. I pray there will be no more catastrophe in the future. Now I'm babbling about something else. I told you I get carried away easily. I had become more and more senile this lately. Is this bad? God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1yUEJ7II/AAAAAAAAARI/GjA95zC709k/s1600-h/Lonely4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370307354520706" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1yUEJ7II/AAAAAAAAARI/GjA95zC709k/s320/Lonely4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna be a loner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's my lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where have you been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you like I need the sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We live under the same sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe the same air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still I can't feel you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though you are so near but yet you are so far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up on love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I shall not be the same without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S : Dear God, I promise I'll love my family, friends and him more this year. Give me strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1ylgGoMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RrFUX9sOjX8/s1600-h/PIC_4553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370312035147970" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1ylgGoMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RrFUX9sOjX8/s320/PIC_4553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2823227411558102861-1573843866425471780?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1573843866425471780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=1573843866425471780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1573843866425471780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1573843866425471780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/loneliness.html' title='LONELINESS'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVz1ySjboQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LPB6J35qEmE/s72-c/Lonely2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-911753512613233724</id><published>2009-01-01T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:56:44.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVyfWE1xi1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DKKsOhvz4YE/s1600-h/rp+happy+new+year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVyfWE1xi1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DKKsOhvz4YE/s320/rp+happy+new+year.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286275264231344978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;W Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;EA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;R 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish to be a better person in this year.&lt;br /&gt;A better Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;A better Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;A better Sarawakian.&lt;br /&gt;A better Kuching-ian.&lt;br /&gt;A better grand daughter.&lt;br /&gt;A better daughter.&lt;br /&gt;A better niece.&lt;br /&gt;A better girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;A better friend.&lt;br /&gt;All in all a better SITI AMIRAH. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-911753512613233724?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/911753512613233724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=911753512613233724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/911753512613233724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/911753512613233724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!!!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVyfWE1xi1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DKKsOhvz4YE/s72-c/rp+happy+new+year.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-1714265490796736833</id><published>2008-12-30T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:02:46.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Wishing Upon A Star</title><content type='html'>2008 is ending and 2009 is approaching. A lot of things had happened in this year. I don't know wether to say 2008 is a good year for me or not. But I did survived through the whole year. I don't know I'm getting stronger or weaker. There's a very long list of what I wish for in the year 2009. Here are some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish that I'll succeed in my job interview&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish for more MONEY $_$&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New handphone for myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something with my freaking hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Health and wealth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New boyfriend?? NEVER! Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have my own room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a TV set for my room. SONY BRAVIA LCD 42"! Huahahahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a new mp3 player&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a red Sony VAIO Notebook. Muahahahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want more and more money!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go travelling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want more and more gadgets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to ride a motorbike and car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a driving license&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha! So obviously, I never really did have a shopping spree moment ever since God knows when. And when I quit my job I can't remember the joy of having my own money. I hope God will answer my prayers. I must be crazy for some reason by now. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-1714265490796736833?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1714265490796736833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=1714265490796736833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1714265490796736833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1714265490796736833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-wishing-upon-star.html' title='I&apos;m Wishing Upon A Star'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-1024278712814716389</id><published>2008-12-29T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:38:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu Hari Di Hari Krismas</title><content type='html'>I've been spending the Xmas in my aunt's in-law's house in Kampung Bidak, Padawan. So yeah, it was just like raya. The waitress game was on. Haha! But we still have the chance to take a dip in the river even though we were busy. And the water was so freezing cold. Too bad I don't know how to swim. =.=" My aunt was the one who cooked and prepared all the dishes. Wondering why are we there celebrating Xmas? My aunt married to my uncle who is a bidayuh muslim. So yeah, my cousins are bidayuh. But they don't know how to speak bidayuh. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-1024278712814716389?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1024278712814716389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=1024278712814716389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1024278712814716389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1024278712814716389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/satu-hari-di-hari-krismas.html' title='Satu Hari Di Hari Krismas'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-5289688332663580723</id><published>2008-12-22T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:56:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Kuching?? OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVCm1qXuAeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iZvesOsq1ZE/s1600-h/Kuching+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282905803742642658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVCm1qXuAeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iZvesOsq1ZE/s400/Kuching+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope it was true ey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a very Merry Christmas people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HoHoHo! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-5289688332663580723?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5289688332663580723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=5289688332663580723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5289688332663580723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5289688332663580723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-in-kuching-omg.html' title='Snow in Kuching?? OMG!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SVCm1qXuAeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iZvesOsq1ZE/s72-c/Kuching+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-3089615338377763533</id><published>2008-12-08T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:44:26.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect The Unexpected</title><content type='html'>Today something  had happened. Something that made me go speechless when I heard about it. Today was the wedding day of one of my close relative. I was supposed to go but didn't go. I woke up and had my breakfast. Assuming that there's nothing bad is gonna happen today. Then I heard a car door was slammed and I heard someone came running. It was my grandpa. Eh! I wonder what happened to his motorcycle. I asked him why, did he left something at home or something like that. Then I saw his face. I sense something was not right here. He came up (since our house is a traditional Malay house), and he told us that the bride's grandma (who lived in the same house) had passed away this morning. Gosh, I was shocked as hell. The decease was sort of like my grandpa's sister. Our family tree is complicated since both of my grandparents was adopted when they were young. Imagine how the bride and groom must have felt. The day they're going to celebrate their wedding was the day her  grandma died. It must have been tragic. Couldn't imagine if I were in her shoes. Obviously lotsa people will be coming since the invitation cards was given away. Relatives, friends, and neighbours expected to come to a wedding ceremony but it turned out to be a funeral. The decease was a very kind and nice person according to my grandma. To bad we couldn't come to the funeral cause we didn't have any transport. My uncle had gone back to his kampung and only came back late this afternoon. And we didn't even went to the tahlil tonight. I just feel so guilty. But what can I say. even the elders couldn't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Hari Raya Aidiladha. Since it's half past twelve right now. And today is exactly one year since my aunt's mother-in-law passed away. She died when we were still living in Taman Puteri. I saw her died in front of me. She was having some illness and chose to live with my uncle and aunt when she was discharged from the hospital. She couldn't move, walk, talk, and eat properly because of her illness. My grandma, aunt and I were busy cooking in the kitchen for Hari Raya Aidiladha when she left us that night. Sorry, but I just not strong enough to recall back what had happened that night. Since that day, hearing and knowing that someone had passed away gives me this uneasy feeling that I couldn't explain. When you saw someone died right in front of you it gives you an impact and effected to for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short. Sometimes when you realize it, it's already too late for you to do anything about it. Love your loved ones whole heartedly. Before you lose them or before they lose you. Think about it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PS: I would like to wish all the muslims a very happy Hari Raya Aidiladha. Enjoy your day. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-3089615338377763533?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3089615338377763533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=3089615338377763533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/3089615338377763533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/3089615338377763533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect The Unexpected'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-1416821824296864414</id><published>2008-12-04T23:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:07:32.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was meant for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tercipta Untukku&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;song by Ungu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VLaCP2bQ7Ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VLaCP2bQ7Ek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menatap indahnya senyuman di wajahmu,&lt;br /&gt;Membuatku terdiam dan terpaku,&lt;br /&gt;Mengerti akan hadirnya cinta terindah,&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau peluk mesra tubuhku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak kata,&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak mampu ku ungkapkan,&lt;br /&gt;Kepada dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin engkau selalu,&lt;br /&gt;Hadir dan temani aku,&lt;br /&gt;Di setiap langkah,&lt;br /&gt;Yang meyakiniku,&lt;br /&gt;Kau tercipta untukku,&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hidupku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin engkau selalu,&lt;br /&gt;Hadir dan temani aku,&lt;br /&gt;Di setiap langkah,&lt;br /&gt;Yang meyakiniku,&lt;br /&gt;Kau tercipta untukku,&lt;br /&gt;Mesti waktu akan mampu,&lt;br /&gt;Memanggil seluruh ragaku,&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin kau tahu,&lt;br /&gt;Ku selalu milikmu,&lt;br /&gt;Yang mencintaimu,&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hidupku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin engkau selalu,&lt;br /&gt;Hadir dan temani aku,&lt;br /&gt;Di setiap langkah,&lt;br /&gt;Yang meyakiniku,&lt;br /&gt;Kau tercipta untukku,&lt;br /&gt;Meski waktu akan mampu,&lt;br /&gt;Memanggil seluruh ragaku,&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin kau tahu,&lt;br /&gt;Ku selalu milikmu,&lt;br /&gt;Yang mencintaimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-1416821824296864414?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1416821824296864414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=1416821824296864414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1416821824296864414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1416821824296864414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-meant-for-you.html' title='I was meant for you'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-2089188520945423663</id><published>2008-12-04T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:31:06.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13th Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STfjQARZqvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vpJ-WE0-27k/s1600-h/MiRa+%26+Nizam+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935352578222834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STfjQARZqvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vpJ-WE0-27k/s320/MiRa+%26+Nizam+(19).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y 13T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;H MO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;NTH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ANN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;IVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's been 13 months now. And I just couldn't believe it myself. Well, who would have thought it would last up till today. But we didn't get to celebrate it since he's now working in Bintulu. Hope that he's doing fine there. And hope to meet him soon. It's been almost a week he's in Bintulu. A very long one week. And what more can I say about 6 months. Huhu! =( I hope for the best in our relationship. Take care. I love you. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-2089188520945423663?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2089188520945423663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=2089188520945423663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2089188520945423663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2089188520945423663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/13th-month-anniversary.html' title='13th Month Anniversary'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STfjQARZqvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vpJ-WE0-27k/s72-c/MiRa+%26+Nizam+(19).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8829338708663627864</id><published>2008-12-02T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:11:52.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I went out with my friend and her sister. The Dayangku's sister. Hehe! Went to town to have some window shopping and I went to have my certificates copied and certified. So yeah, we went from Tun Jugah to Sarawak Plaza (Nothing much have change. Just the interior. The shop there is still almost the same.) Since we have no license and car! We used the public transport. From our kampung we wait for the van sapu. Which took us ages to wait for one. Then it brought us to Pengkalan Sapi where we took the sampan, where the locals calls it tambang, across to Waterfront. Then from there we had to walk to our destination. Then after that I went to hang out at Dayangku's place. Since my house to her's was about 15 minutes walk only. =p It's been a long time since we last went out and have fun together. Since Dayangku is  studying in Miri. A teacher to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STTcwnA15bI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3aiOevi4AEs/s1600-h/MiRa+%26+Friends+(107).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275083791222039986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STTcwnA15bI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3aiOevi4AEs/s320/MiRa+%26+Friends+(107).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Dayangku Nurul Ain, Dayangku Nurhanis, &amp;amp; Siti Amirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STTcwYm0wkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SMUAD7n9ujM/s1600-h/MiRa+%26+Friends+(105).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275083787354817090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STTcwYm0wkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SMUAD7n9ujM/s320/MiRa+%26+Friends+(105).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dayangku &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts &amp;amp; Words*&lt;/em&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/2823227411558102861-8829338708663627864?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8829338708663627864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8829338708663627864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8829338708663627864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8829338708663627864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STTcwnA15bI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3aiOevi4AEs/s72-c/MiRa+%26+Friends+(107).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-2651045459424761751</id><published>2008-11-28T23:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:52:31.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Will Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything happened like a flash and I still can't believe it. I can't accept the truth. Cause truth hurts so badly. My boyfriend is on his way to Bintulu. He took the 10p.m bus. I was on the way to meet him at the bus terminal but unfortunately the bus had left the terminal first before I make it to the terminal. At the time the bus was leaving I was at the 3rd mile junction. I was so close. My uncle brought us back home when I told him the bus had left the terminal. Gosh. I felt like I was in some sort of drama and God is really testing me today. I know I sounded so dramatic again. So yeah I'm the queen of dramatic. Whatever. I don't care. I think so. WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at first he was rather sceptic about accepting that job. And heck it's in Bintulu. But he made up his mind two days ago. On Wednesday. And I was shocked myself. The truth I wouldn't wanna him to go there. But since his uncle willing to support him, he accepted it. On Wednesday morning we went to the clinic to have his medical check up. Then he sent me home. On Thursday he went back to Sematan to meet his parents and told them about the good news. (Not-so-good news for me.) And today I was with him the whole day. First we went to the bank. Then to the barber to cut his hair. And went to the clinic to pick up his medical report. The went to Tabuan Jaya to take photo. After that we went to his aunt's house to take some of his stuffs and have lunch. Then we went to his place and I helped him to packed his clothes. Then cook dinner and we had dinner together with his uncle, brother and his cousin. Well I was forcing myself to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me home after that. And I was weeping all the way. And I don't know whether to be ashamed or not. You guys must have felt the same thing when you're about to be far away from you loved ones. This is my first time to be that far from him. And I don't even know for how long he would be there. His training is 6 months long. Then is he do well in training he will be given one year training before the job is confirm his. And I don't know where he will be send again later. Hopefully Kuching! Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last time we meet in the year of 2008. We won't be able to celebrate Hari Raya Aidil Adha together, celebrate the New Year together, celebrate my birthday together. These that makes me feel so sad. We have planned to celebrate this occasions together but we will not have that opportunities. He only will be coming back by June, 2009. I assume. Well, that's not a confirm yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though all the things that occurred in both of our lives, we knew that everything happens for a reason. Maybe it's good. Who knows. And I'm definitely happy for him also. He was rather sad too to leave me here in Kuching. Cause he knows what I have to deal with everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish him all the best for his future job. I hope that he will take good care of himself and I hope that he would never cheat on me. Which I knew he will never do that. And no one else can replace him. No matter how he looks or what he is, I will always care about him, love him and will always be waiting for him to come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is really weird. You can't live with it but you can't live without it. I never believe in love before. But now I know I do. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273750528673679522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STAgKg-fiKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Dtds7ghM2S8/s320/MiRa+%26+Nizam+(24).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-2651045459424761751?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2651045459424761751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=2651045459424761751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2651045459424761751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2651045459424761751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-will-tell.html' title='Time Will Tell'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/STAgKg-fiKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Dtds7ghM2S8/s72-c/MiRa+%26+Nizam+(24).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-575607247745128833</id><published>2008-11-22T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:07:06.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse than animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So today some stupid human being poisoned one of our cats. And it has died a couple of minutes ago. Yeah. Congratulations to whoever did it. I hope you'll end up in the same shoes as the cat. I hope you'll have a taste of your own medicine. This is not the first time. Many of our cat had died tragically. Some didn't even come back home. Our cat never ran away. Unless it's dead. Cats keep coming to our house. And we keep cats as our pet since before I were born. That's why I called myself a cat lover. It runs in my family. And I don't like people abuse cats. To me it's a very immoral act. It's sort of like abusing another human being. How do you feel if someone that you love got kicked or poisoned? I'll be barking mad tell ya. I even cried when I saw my cat died. It hurts to see them in that kinda condition. Wish I could do something to help them. Huhu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271494681928636498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SSgce8-3mFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4G1pPLLhE20/s320/IMG_0040%5B1%5D" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It climbed on the roof and don't know how to get down. Well, I tried to save it but my uncle in the end get to be the hero. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271494678422239474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SSgcev64OPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/A2H8wzyXvs4/s320/IMG_0014%5B1%5D" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My two little kittens. Resting In Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271494681334682338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SSgce6xQkuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eRpJ2Zyc24A/s320/IMG_0037%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The mummy cat and it's kitten. A few days before the kitten R.I.P! Huhu! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SSgcehfNoWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xOPix0u5RtY/s1600-h/IMG_0012%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271494674548105570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SSgcehfNoWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xOPix0u5RtY/s320/IMG_0012%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The mummy cat left alone. And it's in a bad condition. Miaowing all the time to find it's kittens. Sad isn't it. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-575607247745128833?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/575607247745128833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=575607247745128833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/575607247745128833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/575607247745128833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/worse-than-animals.html' title='Worse than animals'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SSgce8-3mFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4G1pPLLhE20/s72-c/IMG_0040%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8674439413860944518</id><published>2008-11-14T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:36:40.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Hurts. . .?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my boyfriend got this letter from Amanah Ikhtiar Malaysia (A.I.M). The one that he went for the job course last month. He's going to Bintulu for the job. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BINTULU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OMFG! That's so far from Kuching. Huhu! I don't know whether I should be happy or not. But I am happy. Totally happy for him. But yeah, you know how I actually felt inside. But then, I still don't know what's his decision. I hope he will accept it. It's for his own good too. And I should be encouraging him and be happy for him right. Yeah. But he told me that it's a very tough job. Which I think he can do it. Hopefully, he will make the right decision for his future. Now it's his turn whether to be or not to be. Life is full of confusion. Sometimes the good is the bad and the bad is the good. If you make the right choice then you'll be happily ever after or almost. But if you make the wrong decision then you'll suffer forever. So it's up to ourselves to make right choice the right decision. But I believe that if you make a mistake you'll actually don't have to suffer forever. You can change the bad and make it into something good. Life is like playing puzzle. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8674439413860944518?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8674439413860944518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8674439413860944518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8674439413860944518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8674439413860944518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/truth-hurts.html' title='Truth Hurts. . .?'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-6477545623065132076</id><published>2008-11-09T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:57:54.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Feel Me?</title><content type='html'>Feel what. . .?&lt;br /&gt;That's just my introduction. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about my blog and my post?&lt;br /&gt;I know it's too pinky.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not a fan of pink colour.&lt;br /&gt;I like red more than pink.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess pink is prettier and softer than red.&lt;br /&gt;But red is still my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm babbling about colours. =.="&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is my blog and I can write whatever I wanna write here.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I don't offend anyone.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know I haven't and planning not to offend anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But still I wanna apologize if any of you guys out there are offended by what I've posted here.&lt;br /&gt;I can get carried away easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really don't know if there's people who reads my post.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Do drop a comment in any of my post. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(If necessary. . .Or not. . .Or just to say hi... XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not sound that desperate do I?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, WTH! =p&lt;br /&gt;I like to make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;I like to meet people.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a very low self-esteem person. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think I'm unpretty.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And low profile.&lt;br /&gt;And low in height. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Do ignore this. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very shy.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to start or make a proper conversation. =.="&lt;br /&gt;I mumbled and babbled and stammered and God knows what else I could do. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(No wonder I failed my interviews.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I end up avoiding people.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm afraid that I would say the wrong thing and be hated for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna be labelled as cocky as well.&lt;br /&gt;So I just go with the flow hoping that I won't make a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not planning turning into someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to be a better me.&lt;br /&gt;A better &lt;strong&gt;Amirah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So do you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS:I'm currently watching Kyle XY Season 2 on TV3. And I'm full of confusion right now since I didn't really watch the Season 1. But Shah is a big fan of Kyle XY cause she thinks he's cute. Hehe! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PPS:I would like to welcome back my freedom, my long hour of sleeping, my TV watching session, my aunt's unlimited Celcom broadband and things I've said goodbye to. Hello! Hello! Do ya miss me?? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PPPS:I would like to wish Happy 21 years and 6 months Birthday to me. XD Goodnight and sweetdreams people! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-6477545623065132076?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6477545623065132076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=6477545623065132076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6477545623065132076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6477545623065132076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-feel-me.html' title='Do You Feel Me?'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-4153632290071319723</id><published>2008-11-09T11:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:11:52.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Post!</title><content type='html'>To be or not to be a sales assistant at a handicraft shop. . .??&lt;br /&gt;I chose &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT TO BE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =.="&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's just worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work from 10am to 7pm with 15 minutes lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes only!!!&lt;br /&gt;What about the rest 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;You expect me to work unpaid for 45 minutes??&lt;br /&gt;Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;That's cheating.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the other employers are all friendly.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the third Siti.&lt;br /&gt;Just for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have fired myself today. XD&lt;br /&gt;And the sape' music is killing me softly.&lt;br /&gt;The shop owner played the CD the whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;You can buy the CD if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me where is the shop then I'll you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna exposed the shop's on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;And I met this couple from France.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by their accent and I heard them speak in France too.&lt;br /&gt;They bought this bamboo wind chime.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt so Sarawakian yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I had no rest yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Work. Work. Work every minute.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a robot. Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you guys might be cursing me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm picky and choosy. WTH!&lt;br /&gt;You were not in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I will never wear your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;And you will never wear mine.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are a size 4.&lt;br /&gt;Then we can share. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266513641148897586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SRZqQOFt2TI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/en95BPlC5dI/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;~My Look Of Depression~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-4153632290071319723?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4153632290071319723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=4153632290071319723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4153632290071319723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4153632290071319723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-post.html' title='Sunday Post!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SRZqQOFt2TI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/en95BPlC5dI/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8056843635254450081</id><published>2008-11-08T07:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:04:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man, today is the day. Why do I have to woke up very early today??!! Why? I set my alarm 7.30am and I woke up around 7am I think. I was woken up by my aunt. She was kissing her baby son before she went to work. The one that slept with my grandma and I everynight. Yeah. Today is the day. I may hate the work or maybe I'll love it. God knows!! I'll post again tonight. Hopefully I won't get to tired. Cause God knows what I'll be doing later. Wish me luck people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if there's anyone out there interested enough to read my post. =.="&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8056843635254450081?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8056843635254450081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8056843635254450081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8056843635254450081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8056843635254450081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-day.html' title='Today Is The Day'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-2646589032408814672</id><published>2008-11-07T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:44:11.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Or Not To Be</title><content type='html'>Well, newsflash everybody. Tomorrow I will be working. Yeah working. I have a job. Like for the first time in this year. Not in my life. I've worked before this. No more jobless status for me. I'm gonna earn my own money finally. Well, I'll be working in a handicraft shop somewhere in Kuching. Not gonna tell you guys the exact place. Who knows there's a stalker out there! Haha! People stalks on me?? Naahh. I don't think so. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinking about it gives me a creep.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not planning to work there like forever. Of course I have other plans for myself. Lets just hope this time it's gonna work. Maybe this is just a platform for me. A new experience also. The opportunity for me to earn my own cash. So that I won't be complaining about how miserable I am when I have no cash in my wallet. At the same time I'll find another job. A better job. I plan to take computer classes too. It's not that I can't operate the computer and the software stuffs. It's just that people nowadays need prove. They won't believe it if there's no prove. Especially if you're gonna apply a job in the government sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'll be working from 10am to 7 pm. I won't be free all the time anymore. No more staying up late for and waking late too. =.=" And no more Martha Stewart and Rachel ray show for me. And no more Olivia's sinetron for me. Huhu! WTH! I have to sacrifice something in a able to achieve something. Yeah. Goodbye freedom. . . Goodbye to watching tv all day long. . . Goodbye sitting in front of the computer and surfing and You Tube-ing all day long. . . Goodbye. . . I sounded so dramatic. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. . . Why do I have to be sick at the same time. Last week I was having this less blood issue. Still having it FYI! And this week I have this lump on my neck. And it's kinda pain full. It hurts when I move my head. I went to see the doctor this morning and he said something about the lump will appear if I have a fever. Hmm. He gave me this antibiotic and he said if the lump is still there when the antibiotic finish I should go back to the clinic again. I just hope the lump will go away. I still have my iron tablet and vitamin B complex from my last visit and today I added some more medicine to my collection. Eurgh. I just hate to take the medicine. I just hope that I would get better after this. Cause being sick sucks! But, when you fall sick that means God loves you more that the others. Cause God is giving you a test. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this job is better than my previous job. Wish me luck people! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-2646589032408814672?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2646589032408814672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=2646589032408814672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2646589032408814672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2646589032408814672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-or-not-be.html' title='To Be Or Not To Be'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-5908885811309065928</id><published>2008-11-04T14:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:45:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQ_5WiDla5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/uSJkZFmuBJ4/s1600-h/anniversary_comment_graphic_06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264700654913678226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQ_5WiDla5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/uSJkZFmuBJ4/s320/anniversary_comment_graphic_06.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PY F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;IRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;T AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4th November, 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To my dearest sayang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I heart you. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S: Please don't take me for granted will you. Cause sometimes you make me feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-5908885811309065928?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5908885811309065928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=5908885811309065928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5908885811309065928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5908885811309065928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/anniversary.html' title='The Anniversary'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQ_5WiDla5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/uSJkZFmuBJ4/s72-c/anniversary_comment_graphic_06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-5534545844445593667</id><published>2008-11-03T22:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:56:20.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is bless</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been very occupied with my very own problems until I think I ran out of sanity. Yeah. I mean seriously. Sometimes I just don't feel like myself too this lately. When you think nothing besides of your problems and stuffs that go wrong that happened in your life and you just feel bad about it just ignore it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my family is in a crisis I'll ignore it. I'll be in my room stuffing my ears with headphones and listening to some music that calms my souls and ignores whatever is going on out there. Ignore! When I have a fight with my boyfriend I'll switch off my hand phone or I might throw it and maybe cry myself to sleep and when I wake up in the morning I'll forget about the fight. About everything that's horrible. Ignore! I know it will hurt me but the only thing I had to do is to just ignore things that make me feel unhappy and sad. The more I think about it the more I get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes hypocrisy is not bad. Just imagine. When you're in a middle of a crisis you'd probably show off a very unpleasant look on your face. And the more you think about it the more ugly you will look. So when you have problems just ignore it and put a big wide smile on your face. But make sure it doesn't look fake. People will notice too. Do something that would make you feel better and happy. Eat one big bar of chocolate. Eat one container of ice-cream if it helps. But don't over indulge yourself. &gt;.&lt; And so yeah. Ignore everything that makes you sad. I hope and pray the best for myself. Don't Worry, Be Happy. ^_^ Cause when you believe in happiness, happiness is just around the corner. Waiting for you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.I.G.N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;.O.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A.N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;C.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;B.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E.S.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-5534545844445593667?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5534545844445593667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=5534545844445593667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5534545844445593667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5534545844445593667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/ignorance-is-bless.html' title='Ignorance is bless'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-4745970573182104293</id><published>2008-10-29T14:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:25:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I were a boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a day,&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll outta bed in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;And throw on what I wanted then go,&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with the guys,&lt;br /&gt;And chase after girls,&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;And I'd never get confronted for it,&lt;br /&gt;Cause they'd stick up for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I were a boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand,&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man,&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted,&lt;br /&gt;And everything you have got destroyed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I were a boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off my phone,&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it's broken,&lt;br /&gt;So they'd think that I was sleeping alone,&lt;br /&gt;I'd put myself first,&lt;br /&gt;And make the rules as I go,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she'd be faithful,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to come home,&lt;br /&gt;To come home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I were a boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand,&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man,&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted,&lt;br /&gt;And everything you have got destroyed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back,&lt;br /&gt;Say it's just a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;Think I'd forgive you like that,&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;You thought wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you're just a boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl someday,&lt;br /&gt;You wish you were a better man,&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've taken her for granted,&lt;br /&gt;And everything you have got destroyed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT YOU'RE JUST A BOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-4745970573182104293?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4745970573182104293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=4745970573182104293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4745970573182104293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4745970573182104293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I Were A BOY'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-6089420710362555952</id><published>2008-10-28T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:02:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate to be sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the clinic yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But I felt so sick again today.&lt;br /&gt;Sicker than before.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in a boat in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sea sick-ish.&lt;br /&gt;I have nausea since the moment I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of the medicine?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Medicine are supposed to make you feel better and healthier.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is only the side effects.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna lie down all day long.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to deal with my period pain too.&lt;br /&gt;Can it get more worst than this?&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls have period?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't God just gave that part to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;I sound so ungrateful I know.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sick I tend to get grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;And when I have my period I'm rather moody.&lt;br /&gt;So you really don't wanna mess up with the moody and grumpy me.&lt;br /&gt;Or I'd eat you alive! Haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, although I'm not in a good condition today but I still spent time for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird but I get so enthusiastic when I think about blogging and typing my post.&lt;br /&gt;I just like to type.&lt;br /&gt;I love typing.&lt;br /&gt;When I type I felt like I was playing the piano. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe want to be an author in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a book.&lt;br /&gt;A book about what?&lt;br /&gt;Lets keep it as a secret.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ruin the surprise guys. =p&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I really need to stop right now.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time for me to sleep and have my rest.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'd be better when I wake up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight and sweet dreams people! ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-6089420710362555952?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6089420710362555952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=6089420710362555952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6089420710362555952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6089420710362555952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-like-this.html' title='I don&apos;t like this'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8374040580734509419</id><published>2008-10-28T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:52:43.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet prank</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdtsJp2Inds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdtsJp2Inds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch this! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&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/2823227411558102861-8374040580734509419?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8374040580734509419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8374040580734509419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8374040580734509419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8374040580734509419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/toilet-prank.html' title='Toilet prank'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-7567460463689831441</id><published>2008-10-28T17:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:11:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving the Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9cdfQWDCWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9cdfQWDCWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life,&lt;br /&gt;See that girl, watch her scene, dig in the Dancing Queen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night and the lights are low,&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for a place to go,&lt;br /&gt;Where they play the right music, getting in the swing,&lt;br /&gt;You come in to look for a King,&lt;br /&gt;Anybody could be that guy,&lt;br /&gt;Night is young and the music's high,&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of rock music, everything is fine,&lt;br /&gt;You're in the mood for a dance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the chance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine,&lt;br /&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life,&lt;br /&gt;See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a teaser, you turn 'em on,&lt;br /&gt;Leave then burning and then you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for another, anyone will do,&lt;br /&gt;You're in the mood for a dance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the chance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine,&lt;br /&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life,&lt;br /&gt;See that girl, watch the scene, dig in the Dancing Queen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I totally loves this song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This video is from the movie Mamma Mia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This video is fun ain't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish I could dance and shake my booty along with all the Dancing Queens out there. Woot! Woot! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope when I'm old I'd still have all my wacky fun friends with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Still having fun together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even though we're old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But now enjoy our youth and kick some butt! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I grew up with this kinda song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So listening to it reminds me of the good ol' days you know. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Come and lets sing and dance together ya'll. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S : I've watched Mamma Mia! The Movie. It's funny. Watch it guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-7567460463689831441?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7567460463689831441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=7567460463689831441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7567460463689831441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7567460463689831441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-can-dance-you-can-jive-having-time.html' title='I&apos;m loving the Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-393426431304409228</id><published>2008-10-27T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:06:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Bears Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkuxkYWI1J4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkuxkYWI1J4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of my favourite video. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which I think it is funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it never fails to make me LOL. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FYI, this video is from korean drama series Full House.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was meeting her in-laws for the first time and her grandmother-in-law told her that it was rude of her for coming without bringing any gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she stands up and said she would sing a song as a gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she sang the 3 bears song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she even danced while singing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's about the 3 bears family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father bear, mother bear and baby bear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I do the same thing too when I meet my in-laws?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na'ah! I just don't think so. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn't wanna risk myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm being so random atm. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-393426431304409228?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/393426431304409228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=393426431304409228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/393426431304409228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/393426431304409228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-bears-song_27.html' title='3 Bears Song'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-7861067073470130695</id><published>2008-10-27T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:23:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less blood??</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to the clinic cause I've been suffering from dizziness and everytime I get up from sitting or lying I always felt like fainting. You know you're sight goes black and stuffs. I went for a check up and the doctor told me that I have less blood in my body. So he gave me 3 types of medicine. I don't know anything about the medicine. I trust the doctor and I believe he would not poison me. Touch wood! I just hope I will be better after this. Cause being sick sucks to no end. Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-7861067073470130695?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7861067073470130695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=7861067073470130695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7861067073470130695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7861067073470130695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/less-blood.html' title='Less blood??'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-6793194436390034870</id><published>2008-10-27T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:42:28.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQXEk8G2WhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pkGDxODmirs/s1600-h/happy+diwali.jpg"&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/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQXEk8G2WhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pkGDxODmirs/s400/happy+diwali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261827878541482514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna wish Happy Diwali @ Happy Deepavali to those who celebrates it.&lt;br /&gt;A simple wish for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Worry, Be Happy! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-6793194436390034870?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6793194436390034870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=6793194436390034870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6793194436390034870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6793194436390034870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQXEk8G2WhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pkGDxODmirs/s72-c/happy+diwali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-929935417359916230</id><published>2008-10-26T10:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:05:26.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Birthday Wish For My Bestfriend!</title><content type='html'>Allah selamatkan kamu,&lt;br /&gt;Allah selamatkan kamu,&lt;br /&gt;Allah selamatkan Nur Shahrina,&lt;br /&gt;Allah selamatkan kamu. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Nur Shahrina,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw18B8POI/AAAAAAAAAOc/B5AYlF9wg58/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw18B8POI/AAAAAAAAAOc/B5AYlF9wg58/s320/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261313599136873698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggal 26 Oktober, 1987 (siang ka malam aku sik tauk =p), maka lahirlah seorang bayi sehat ke dunia yang diberik nama Nur Shahrina. Sik cayak ka ktk urg yg nya tok mmg bayi sehat. Tadaa!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw2Bvx56I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Cc8n5fDfha0/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw2Bvx56I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Cc8n5fDfha0/s320/00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261313600671311778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa! Sehat x bayi tok?? Ahaks! XD Ya Allah, x ktk urg tergoda ngga pipinya yg montel yaka?? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you do the math berapa umurnya this year. Yg pentingnya sama umur dgn aku juakla. Dah tua dh tok eh..HUHU! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all aku nak refresh balit saat2 kmk duak 1st time jumpa. Hmm, mn x salah ku time ya aku darjah 6, so 12 tahun la. Tahun ya tahun 1999. Aku first time jumpanya bila nya bok masok kelas. Nya miak bok transfer dari Labuan ekot bapaknya keja kat ctok. P al-kesahnya nya mmg miak Kuching juak duhal. Nya tok special kit sbb nya Melayu Jawa. So ngomong2 kue gak tauk. Hehe! =p Cn4m kenak tepas mbah k penyapu mun nya nengar tok ow Shah. Ahaks! &gt;.&lt; So, back to the story tek. Aok aku punyala sakit geruk nak nangganya since nya mmg abviously tinggi. Tinggi dari akula ya. Aku tauk aku tok kecik n pendek. Huh! Isu sensitip! Then ntah petang yaka ada kelas tambahan ba k miak2 nak UPSR. So, nya miak baru kat sekolah so xdala buku k nya blaja. Jd cikgu aku nyrhla aku kongsi buku dgnnya since I was sitting in front of her. Nasib bait bukan behind her. Hehe! Aku x tauk pahal mood aku dtg x cun ptg ya ilek2 aku hempas buku ku kat mejanya. Kejam x aku? Huahaha! Nasib bait x kecik anak urg d kerja aku. Huhu! Maybe adala kecik ati kot p dh lamak kenal tok taukla nya perangey ku tok ng ada ganazzz kit. Ahaks! XD Then 2,3 pasya mood aku dtg cun adala ku ajaknya rehat sama2 ngn mek urg kat dewan. P cian la ngganya knk bulak cdak d kantin. Aek harga 70 sen nya knk charge RM1. Miak baru la katakan skati cdak nak ngecharge jak. Aku ngr aku x puas ati. P yala, dlm ganaz nya ya penakut juak sebenarnya. Ahaks! =p Then mek duak xdala rapat gk since then. I mean as a classmate. So pas UPSR nak ka cuti pjg. So 1st day aku masok form 1 nk dijadikan cerita gik. Paduhal mek duak sekelas. Berapa banyak "so" daa aku pakey. XD Pasya story punya story kat dewan masa briefing k miak2 form 1 mek duak pn decided dudok sama-sama lam kelas 1.1. Dahla bangunan kayu. Mn x salah aku adala 2-3 tahun lepas ya miak lain gikla yg makey kelas ya rebuk lanteynya! Nampak Bilik Kemahiran Hidup kat dibahnya. Huhu! Dalam kelas ya aku dudok dgn Shah n belakang mek duak Dygku n Cipot. So dr cya juakla mek 3 (aku, Shah n Dygku) start rapat. Cipot x lmk kat St Mary sbb nya dpt offer masok MRSM. Form 1 n form 2 kat sekolah aku sesi petang jd kadang2 mn ada aktiviti pagi adala muka2 mek urg kat sekolah ya. Ada la skali duak knk ambush leh pengetua sbb mlh bising kat depan sekolah. Hehe! =p Ntah masa form 1 or 2 mek duak Shah join dikir barat. P yala. Sampey form 2 jak bab masok form 3 gago nak PMR. Ntah bila aku pn x ingat bila nya start mbak aku g rumahnya. Salunya ari Jemat la. Sbb ari Jemat ada kelab bola jaring kakya kelas ari Jemat start kol 2 so ada byk masa lebih. N xkanla nak masok kelas dgn badan berpeloh2 nak. So, nk d ceritakan lagik dr form 1 ke form 2 ke form 3 ke form 4 sampeyla ke form 5 mek duak sekelas. Macam2 dh mek duak lalui jadi kawan. Ada yag manis, masin, masam, pahit n rasa uren pn ada juak. Ahaks! XD Kelaie pn ada juak p xdala sampey lamak2. We forgive and forget. Yala bestnya berkawan dgn c Shah tok. Nya tok mmh sahabat aku dunia n akhirat. Nya bait, x kedekut, suka chia ku makan sampey knk tok. Cuma aku tok jak yg x pernah2 nak chianya makan. Bkan sbb kedekut p yala keadaan x mengizinkan dolok. Huhu! Sorry Shah. Walaupun madumu habis sepahmu xkan kmk buang. Apaka. . .?? =.="" She's my bestest girl friend. I can tell her anything and evrything and she would say something to make me feel good when I'm down. She's a very good listener too. She's my teman curhat. Well, even though she's one budak baik but sometimes she can be crazy like me. Haha! A positive crazy not that mental crazy illness. I know I can count on her and I just wanna let you know that you can count on me too. Don't hesitate to tell me if you have any problems. Even though I can't help to to solve it but at least I can lend you my ears and don't forget to give it back. XD And my wisdom words too. Ahem! Wisdom words kunun. Ahaks! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw1sWBAtI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mzHnUvm0hkI/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw1sWBAtI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mzHnUvm0hkI/s320/02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261313594926105298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is normally what we like to do. Camwhore lam keta!! Di luar keta pn bisa. XD&lt;br /&gt;She's number 1 ratu posing and camwhore. Kalah kmk ow Shah. Totally! Ahaks! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw1XXCynI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VqmjYO6C5VM/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw1XXCynI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VqmjYO6C5VM/s320/03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261313589293271666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Ntah apa2 mek duak tok. Hehe! XD Innocent x rupa c Shah tok?? But don't judge a book by its' cover. . . Mok bukti ka??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw1eRY0jI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VWhClStWLQ0/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw1eRY0jI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VWhClStWLQ0/s320/04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261313591148597810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa! Tengokla betapa kejamnya nya!!! T.T Huhu! Mesti kes balas dendam tok. Ahaks! But I still luv her. She's my bestfriend forever and always. Dunia dan akhirat. InsyaAllah. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwLo4HAmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rmCyQrzlVOQ/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwLo4HAmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rmCyQrzlVOQ/s320/05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261312872440857186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala. . . *twirling my hair* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwLpo4O7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n1UeNA6ZwnY/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwLpo4O7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n1UeNA6ZwnY/s320/06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261312872645409714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gengku sama2 skodeng ambik gambar dgn props barang2 kat kedey. Pantang layap kit salesgirl. Ahaks! XD But we pinjam utk camwhore jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwLWjojuI/AAAAAAAAANs/HsV5vJ5PG3Q/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwLWjojuI/AAAAAAAAANs/HsV5vJ5PG3Q/s320/07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261312867523137250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan sehati sejiwa aku tok. Sampey baju pn sama juak. O.o" Ahaks! XD&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Girls do wanna have fun. *I like to move it, move it. . .* Goyang Shah goyang. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwLePMW5I/AAAAAAAAANk/0bOB05opMXQ/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwLePMW5I/AAAAAAAAANk/0bOB05opMXQ/s320/08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261312869584886674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe! My bestest girl friend. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwKzlyrCI/AAAAAAAAANc/2-nm-U_iWxE/s1600-h/09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPwKzlyrCI/AAAAAAAAANc/2-nm-U_iWxE/s320/09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261312858136947746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! We both LOVES the beach so much. And we both love each other. But we both love our boyfriend more la.. Tol x Shah. . .? Ahaks! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my friend.&lt;br /&gt;May all you wish will come true.&lt;br /&gt;May you will always be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy you special day.&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Muax!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-929935417359916230?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/929935417359916230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=929935417359916230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/929935417359916230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/929935417359916230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-birthday-wish-for-my-bestfriend.html' title='A Special Birthday Wish For My Bestfriend!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQPw18B8POI/AAAAAAAAAOc/B5AYlF9wg58/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8560804735492097428</id><published>2008-10-23T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:17:08.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY STOMACH ACHING&lt;br /&gt;MY BACK ARE KILLING ME&lt;br /&gt;PAIN, OH PAIN&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU EVER COME AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME MISERABLE WHEN YOU ARE NEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8560804735492097428?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8560804735492097428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8560804735492097428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8560804735492097428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8560804735492097428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/agony.html' title='Agony'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-4083882116041405804</id><published>2008-10-23T13:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:57:04.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pingu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQAXUSw4gqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Jway7M5sGng/s1600-h/pingu_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 71px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQAXUSw4gqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Jway7M5sGng/s320/pingu_logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260230002170430114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys ever watch this series? It's about this clap penguin living in an igloo somewhere in the Antarctic I assume. Well normally penguins live there don't they. And the series used no actual spoken language at all. I think it's made easier for young kids to understand what is going on with the characters communicate with with each others by expressive sounds, noises and face expression. &lt;br /&gt;Since my aunt bought the dvd for my baby cousin he watches it everyday! He even forced me to accompany him to watch it. =.=" And I have too. If not he will go mad and cries. Pity me ho. Huhu! Sometimes he would woke me up early in the morning to play the dvd for him. Since my grandparents don't know how to operate the dvd player and the rest were not at home. So yeah, I had to woke up early and plays the dvd for him and the next thing you know I was sleeping again besides my baby cousin while he enjoying himself and laughing watching that series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQAXUsuaZzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/im_FWo7wKN0/s1600-h/Pingu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQAXUsuaZzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/im_FWo7wKN0/s320/Pingu1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260230009139390258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the main character. Pingu. Pingu is as naughty as my three cousins. Never listens to people and always plays around with dirt and stuffs. Pingu is one mischievous character too. Even though he causes troubles all the times but he's quite clever too sometimes. Pingu even goes to school with the other young penguins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQAXUm8R7CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0HXZ-2cSsMk/s1600-h/pingu_slideshow1_385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQAXUm8R7CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0HXZ-2cSsMk/s320/pingu_slideshow1_385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260230007586941986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Pingu's family. There's daddy Pingu, mummy Pingu, Pingu itself, and Pinga, Pingu's younger sibling. I don't have a clue whether Pinga is male or a female. But I think it's a male. From what I have watched, I believe daddy Pingu is a postman. And mummy Pingu is a housewife. In our world we used money to buys the grocery and others. But in Pingu's they used fish! I guess they used barter system where you buy thing with thing. Just like you exchange things with other things that you desire. Oh WTH! I just sucks at this. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQAXU9UNp4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/CxisYv3kDec/s1600-h/Robbie+%26+Pingu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQAXU9UNp4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/CxisYv3kDec/s320/Robbie+%26+Pingu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260230013592905602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu have a seal as it's bestfriend. It's name is Robbie. It's the only seal to be featured in the series. Which I think so. XD And you can even see there's always a snowman in front of Pingu's igloo house since it's in the Antartic and there's ice everywhere. So yeah. Sometimes the other penguins have party and other funtions. The penguins sort of like having a very peaceful world of their own there. They we're never seen fighting which each other. They live in harmony. How I wish our life was like that. I believe we will live more happily. But Pingu is another creation and it's not even real. Sorry, but I seems to be referring to Pingu as a "he". My bad. XD&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I strongly recommend that this Pingu series is suitable for young kids and adults too. XD&lt;br /&gt;I'll post on another cartoons series and character in the future. Or maybe one of my personal favourite cartoon series. So just wait for it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-4083882116041405804?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4083882116041405804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=4083882116041405804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4083882116041405804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4083882116041405804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/pingu-clay-penguin.html' title='Pingu'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SQAXUSw4gqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Jway7M5sGng/s72-c/pingu_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8487478857279804787</id><published>2008-10-22T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:03:10.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill! Kill! Kill!</title><content type='html'>If I ever find out what in the hell that causes this difficulties on my create post page I'm going to give it an end. Kill! KILL! &lt;strong&gt;KILL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So annoying and so bringing the pain in my butt!&lt;br /&gt;A few days before it's okay then suddenly it became soohoo gay. Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8487478857279804787?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8487478857279804787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8487478857279804787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8487478857279804787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8487478857279804787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/kill-kill-kill.html' title='Kill! Kill! Kill!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-9102072692510575310</id><published>2008-10-21T22:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:52:33.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The makan-makan~</title><content type='html'>Well earlier I posted about my cousin's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we had the makan-makan event.&lt;br /&gt;It's a very simple birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and uncle just bought birthday cake and sate!&lt;br /&gt;So here's some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I tidak rajin want to edit.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, my photo editing skills sucks! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3zfQc0EUI/AAAAAAAAALM/5SEl3lZAOio/s1600-h/IMG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3zfQc0EUI/AAAAAAAAALM/5SEl3lZAOio/s320/IMG_0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259627658155921730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The birthday cake in action. (With the candle burning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3zgcxtJNI/AAAAAAAAALU/xNamPkd-k40/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3zgcxtJNI/AAAAAAAAALU/xNamPkd-k40/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259627678644643026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The trio menace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y2eECiKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iGD1pj2XiJg/s1600-h/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y2eECiKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iGD1pj2XiJg/s320/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626957435472034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The birthday cake not so in action. (Without the candle burning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y2zYssGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nj8hZQZsGiw/s1600-h/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y2zYssGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nj8hZQZsGiw/s320/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626963159265378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The birthday girl with her brother. They might be smilling but watch out! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y3X6QmnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p3fcHhrJM38/s1600-h/IMG_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y3X6QmnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p3fcHhrJM38/s320/IMG_0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626972963707506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The youngest, the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y323ig7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/JexpNRrgC4U/s1600-h/IMG_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y323ig7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/JexpNRrgC4U/s320/IMG_0027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626981273797554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The #1 gangster who is afraid to go to the toilet by himself at night. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y4HRzbGI/AAAAAAAAALE/V9ibzv1QQPo/s1600-h/IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3y4HRzbGI/AAAAAAAAALE/V9ibzv1QQPo/s320/IMG_0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626985678924898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The birthday girl again. At the door is my second uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3xyBMeDrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F5NyGTyVCsA/s1600-h/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3xyBMeDrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F5NyGTyVCsA/s320/IMG_0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259625781455097522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The birthday cake very so not in action anymore. Haha! You can even see the sate. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3xzSdsC7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/h0sM03PKgX0/s1600-h/IMG_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3xzSdsC7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/h0sM03PKgX0/s320/IMG_0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259625803270589362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The birthday girl again. At the door is my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3xzteByWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PVEs8mNdVV0/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3xzteByWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PVEs8mNdVV0/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259625810519771490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My aunt with my baby cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3xzyHrC9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/0CVR7ydYdiM/s1600-h/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3xzyHrC9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/0CVR7ydYdiM/s320/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259625811768183762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My beloved grandmother with the birthday girl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3x0X9zzMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Uv5OI3Sa6JI/s1600-h/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3x0X9zzMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Uv5OI3Sa6JI/s320/IMG_0034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259625821927361730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My 2 little kitten. The mummy cat gave birth to the kittens on the third day of raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v0JBqWhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2uawHk-kn5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v0JBqWhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2uawHk-kn5Y/s320/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259623618893732370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My other cat. Erm, nameless. Haha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v0SAG6EI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bNWeCn_jNYg/s1600-h/IMG_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v0SAG6EI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bNWeCn_jNYg/s320/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259623621303134274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The other cat. Si Itam. Not that hitam @ black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v0THVZHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/adUuPmfRXvM/s1600-h/IMG_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v0THVZHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/adUuPmfRXvM/s320/IMG_0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259623621601879154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The birthday girl. Smilling happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v06socRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0vxuJAuTD54/s1600-h/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v06socRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0vxuJAuTD54/s320/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259623632227299602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The birthday girl again! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v05_xx9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wBiDX8UJT08/s1600-h/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3v05_xx9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wBiDX8UJT08/s320/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259623632039167954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's ME with the birthday girl. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of full after eating the cake and the sate. &lt;br /&gt;But right now I'm starving again cause I didn't eat lunch. Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, the camera is a bit siaw. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-9102072692510575310?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9102072692510575310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=9102072692510575310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/9102072692510575310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/9102072692510575310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/makan-makan-moment.html' title='The makan-makan~'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP3zfQc0EUI/AAAAAAAAALM/5SEl3lZAOio/s72-c/IMG_0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-582442286890818181</id><published>2008-10-21T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:29:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The result sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEWS FLASH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've failed my interview!&lt;br /&gt;Both of it.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I can see that coming.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this as my first experience.&lt;br /&gt;And I WILL NEVER GIVE UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've failed once but that doesn't mean that I will be a failure forever!&lt;br /&gt;I know I can make it next up.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope there will be more opportunities for me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like learning how to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;You will fall, scratched your knees and even BLEED.&lt;br /&gt;But you will keep on trying until you ace it.&lt;br /&gt;You will keep on trying and trying until you just ignore the pain and agony.&lt;br /&gt;Then when you succeed you will be on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;You will be so proud of yourself cause you didn't give up the moment you failed.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like that from my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Well, want to tell you guys my experience learning how to ride the bike.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to ride the bike since I was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;I'd borrowed my friend's bike cause I don't have my own bike.&lt;br /&gt;I only knew how to ride a bike when I was 19 years.&lt;br /&gt;Yup I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;It was on the 25th of December, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day! =p&lt;br /&gt;I was using my cousin's bike. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;That's my story.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying for almost 19 years then I know how to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a lot of time and yeah I did injured myself a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't give up.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm going to do about my life too.&lt;br /&gt;I may failed my interview today.&lt;br /&gt;But who knows I will get a job tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;You just never know.&lt;br /&gt;You just never know. . . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-582442286890818181?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/582442286890818181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=582442286890818181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/582442286890818181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/582442286890818181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/result-sucks.html' title='The result sucks!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-4844041666806295837</id><published>2008-10-21T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:33:35.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Azalaili!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP1xUqilfhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ByhHzc6DCSk/s1600-h/PIC_7159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP1xUqilfhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ByhHzc6DCSk/s400/PIC_7159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259484539669282322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proudly to present you guys with one of my three cousins that I see them every single day and they are so annoying! Haha! BTW, her name is Azalaili Binti Rosli. She's born on the 21st of October, 2001 and she just turn 7 years old today! Happy Birthday Azalaili! We called her Aja. She's small but her voice is so powerful like the one you hear in the operas. Huhu! Currently she's a big fan of this sinetron Olivia. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP1xUzRN_6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/iUYaCY90wxQ/s1600-h/PIC_5166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP1xUzRN_6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/iUYaCY90wxQ/s400/PIC_5166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259484542012358562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Azalaili &amp; Amirah* ^_^&lt;br /&gt;FYI, my cousins, they really don't call me by my real name. They preferred to call me Kak Bambiyah. =.="&lt;br /&gt;What kind of name is that? And where did they get that name. Huh!&lt;br /&gt;But the youngest calls me Kak Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZALAILI!&lt;br /&gt;With love from me. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-4844041666806295837?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4844041666806295837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=4844041666806295837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4844041666806295837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4844041666806295837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-azalaili.html' title='Happy Birthday Azalaili!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SP1xUqilfhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ByhHzc6DCSk/s72-c/PIC_7159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-1612274077430076754</id><published>2008-10-20T23:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:04:40.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart HIM! =p</title><content type='html'>Hmm, starting from today my boyfriend will be having his kursus induksi for Amanah Ikthiar Malaysia for 5 days. Huhu! What more is I surely think that he won't have time for me because of his tight schedule. At first I thought that he's going to stay at the Kolej Multimedia for the whole kursus. What I didn't know is he and along with the others was sent to their foster family's houses that were located at Kampung Sungai Maong for 3 days. And after that I think maybe they will be send back to Kolej Multimedia to continue the rest of the kursus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 5 days is nothing for me actually. I can survived without him for one long period when he was still in Sematan. But, the 5 days is only for the kursus alone. When he's done with the kursus and he gets the job that will be the problem. As far as I know there will be no post available in Kuching! OMG! *Freaking out moment* The post was open for AIM located somewhere in Miri, Limbang, Lawas and etc. Erf! OMG! That is WAY too far from Kuching. *Having this evil thought moment* Hehe! No I won't do stuffs like what you think I might do. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be celebrating our first year anniversary together as a couple on November the forth. I just can't wait. Hehe! Well, I can't compared our relationship with Romeo and Juliet, Taj Mahal and Mumtaz Mahal, and etc. Not even close I think. But it's still one relationship that is so important to me. Even though we always argued. Well, who doesn't right. Life is never perfect dude! I care about him. When people said my boyfriend is not good looking. I just don't give a damn. What he have in his heart is more important than his looks. Well, listen to me. If you're so proud of your handsome and good looking boyfriend. When the time comes, he will be old too! Wrinkles and excessive skin every where. Then what happens to your love?? Your love grow old too and dies?? When you love someone for his heart and not for what he is (looks+wealth), your love will never grow old. It's all up to you whether you want to believe it or not. Love is about loving, sharing, caring and tolerance. But that's not enough. Love should be fill with jokes and humour too! To make it a happy relationship. When you always smile and laugh all your troubles and problems will eventually fade away leaving you with a carefree mind and heart. You will have lots of time for love and less time arguing. Walla! My neurons are doing their job successfully once again. Another new tips that I wrote for you guys that might be useful for myself too. I'm just clever at advising people but I suck at advising myself. Damn! That's so ironic. Haha! WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I like to type. When I type something such as a post, my brains are active and I sort of become more clever that usual. Haha! Normally I'm not stupid but not clever. Whatever that means huh. Hehe! Btw, I'm actually having an "issue" with my boyfriend at the moment. Still merajuk and jual mahal! But after what I have typed up there just makes me think twice. Maybe I'll make it up with him after this. I'll apologize even though it was his fault. Since he did apologized to me for how many hundred times (I lost counted), I guess it's time for me to say I'm sorry. Come lets sing "Hard To Say I'm Sorry" by Az Yet together-gether! Hehe! Yeah, it's hard to say sorry but when it's for your loved one. Why make it hard. Just say it. I' sorry. He or she will forgive and forget. Not to forget about you! No! No! Forget on what had happened. Your arguments and dot dot dot. Fill in the blanks yourself. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K guys. It's time for me to say goodbye, goodnight and sweet dreams. Take care! For my sayang, I HEART YOU SO VERY MUCH! Hiks! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:I'm having problems with my create post page. I can't change the font size and colours. Damn! WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-1612274077430076754?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1612274077430076754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=1612274077430076754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1612274077430076754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/1612274077430076754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart-him-p.html' title='I heart HIM! =p'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8478372632684569176</id><published>2008-10-17T23:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:46:24.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so angry!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPiyzYeOMJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RE0N0mF4k_Q/s1600-h/Anger!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258149160767336594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPiyzYeOMJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RE0N0mF4k_Q/s400/Anger!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;an emotional state that may range from minor irritation to intense rage&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to post about anger. Cause I just had to admit that I have quite a temper myself. Maybe it's a gene I get from my parents. Or maybe I just get it by accident. Haha! Is there such thing? I don't think so. I've realized that this lately my temper is just getting worse day by day. Is there any cure for anger? I'm still finding one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to tell you guys the truth my anger sometimes reached the intense anger level. I'm kind of aggresive when I'm angry. TOTALLY aggresive. Okay my face looks like I'm totally an innocent person. Cieh! Haha! Maybe you guys will not believe me but I'm telling you guys the whole fact. And besides being aggresive I sort of like transform into another person. I sort of like lost my mind. I seldom regret on what I've done but it's too late brother. For example, I would throw or destroy any stuffs that is near to me. My handphone for example. Huhu! Poor my handphone jadi mangsa keganasan domestik. Hehe! But then my handphone is still intact and I can even use it for another couple of years. Yay! &gt;.&lt; (Use Nokia! Memang berbaloi. . . =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, continue on my topic. Anger. I think it's getting worse maybe cause I've been experiencing hyper tention this lately. You know this and that occured in my daily life. Some stuffs are meant to be kept as secrets. So just be it. Hehe! Well, if you're in a tention state everything is just get on your nerve. Yeah. The main things that are messing up my mind right now is my family. Si mi familia. I don't have that "perfect happy family". That's just a fairytale for me. Well, currently I'm living with my grandparents and my uncles and aunt who have a family of her own. But the problem is, when a family with all different headed family members living under one roof it so much is a catastrophy ain't it. So we have this "arguing routine" going on every single day of my life. So yeah it's a pain in the ass for me to witness all that every day. Just imagine how I deal with my life with my family. One moment it's a haha-hehe-happy moment. Then suddenly it became @#$% moment. Oh WTF! They're still my family. But family don't do that. Family don't do things that might hurt each other. Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my anger therapy, I am trying my hardest to control my anger. I may not afford to go to an anger management session. But I know I can decrease this bad behaviour of mine. I know I can. Cause I'm ashame with myself. I don't want to be a bad person when my healthy mental is "not healthy". For all I know anger is bad. Way way bad. Avoid yourself from being angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some of you guys out there might be scared of me right now huh. And maybe you guys don't want to make friend with me anymore. Huhu! Oh WTH! At least I'm not hiding my weakness from you guys. But there are other weakness that I may not reveal on my blog. Secret la wey. Hehe! Hey don't worry, if you did nothing to piss me of then you're not in my "LIST". Haha! Actually, I never did things that might hurt other people. If people don't kacau me then I don't kacau people. Easy simple rule that I follow. But I have to admit that I'm a coward. Haha! There. Another weakness revealed. WTH! Huhu! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, maybe I would like to try yoga. But I think my bone is not flexible anymore. Hehe! Oh one more thing. To calm down my anger, I choose to do household chores. Like doing the laundry. I get to scrub dirty clothes until it's clean. Or I wash the toilet. I don't know why but I prefer scrubbing to calm myself down. Aha! And chop the chicken too! You just imagine the liveless chicken is the person that bugs you or your current problem. And CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! Into pieces. (FYI, I don't chop chicken for fun okay. It's for my cooking. Oh yeah I cook baby! Hehe! =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger might hurt people. And I want to apologize to people that I did hurt. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8478372632684569176?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8478372632684569176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8478372632684569176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8478372632684569176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8478372632684569176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-angry.html' title='I&apos;m so angry!!!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPiyzYeOMJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RE0N0mF4k_Q/s72-c/Anger!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-441585235143823975</id><published>2008-10-16T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:54:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a failure. . .?</title><content type='html'>What do you think? Am I a failure? I am a failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I waste my time on something that is not important. But I just can't stop thinking about it. Just because I failed to plan my future that doesn't meant that I plan to be a failure for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I dream to be a successful person. My friend used to say to me that dreams do come true. Never give up. But my dreams has not come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why this has to happened to me? What have I've done to deserve all this? I feel like giving up now. But when I think about my future it makes me think twice and so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future is still foggy. Totally blank. And it scares me to the hell. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work and try harder and I need to be STRONG. For my future. For MYSELF. . . Cause I deserve to live happy. And I don't want to be a failure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah please help me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-441585235143823975?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/441585235143823975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=441585235143823975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/441585235143823975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/441585235143823975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-failure.html' title='Am I a failure. . .?'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-7425683195813029128</id><published>2008-10-15T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:46:09.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima Kasih Cinta</title><content type='html'>Tersadar di dalam sepiku,&lt;br /&gt;Setelah jauh melangkah,&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku,&lt;br /&gt;Kembali dalam dekap tanganmu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cinta untuk segalanya,&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan lagi kesempatan itu,&lt;br /&gt;Takkan terulang lagi,&lt;br /&gt;Semua kesalahanku yang pernah menyakitimu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpamu tiada berarti,&lt;br /&gt;Tak mampu lagi untuk berdiri,&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku,&lt;br /&gt;Kembali dalam dekap tanganmu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cinta untuk segalanya,&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan lagi kesempatan itu,&lt;br /&gt;Takkan terulang lagi,&lt;br /&gt;Semua kesalahanku yang pernah menyakitimu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cinta untuk segalanya,&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan lagi kesempatan itu,&lt;br /&gt;Takkan terulang lagi,&lt;br /&gt;Semua kesalahanku,&lt;br /&gt;Kesalahanku yang pernah menyakitimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Sayang, I would like to dedicate this song to you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terima kasih cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-7425683195813029128?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7425683195813029128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=7425683195813029128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7425683195813029128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7425683195813029128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/terima-kasih-cinta.html' title='Terima Kasih Cinta'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-2474234691030613715</id><published>2008-10-14T16:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:14:22.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sergeant Keroro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPRfFTNM-OI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CrXkimqrYFE/s1600-h/3644210674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256931209707845858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPRfFTNM-OI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CrXkimqrYFE/s320/3644210674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This little fellow over here is known as Sergeant Keroro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a fan of anime but not really that addicted to it. I mean who doesn't like to watch Doraemon. I still watch it. =p Cause it's cute. I'm not really a fan of Keroro but I find that the character is quite comel... Cute. Hiks! I've been looking and searching everywhere for its' keychain, or hanpdhone hanger or handphone strap but I end up buying a handpone hanger of another character which is Private Second Class Tamama @ the black coloured fellow. And it was not what I expected it to be. It's not that nice either. I think it look ugly. Haha! Sorry. My bad. So if any of you guys did saw it somewhere in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KUCHING&lt;/span&gt; do contact me yeah. I mean the handphone hanger or handphone strapla... It's actually for my boyfriend. Hehe! He's quite a fan of Keroro. I just want to do something nice for him. And I hope it's not that expensive cause currently there is a very huge hole in my purse. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-2474234691030613715?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2474234691030613715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=2474234691030613715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2474234691030613715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2474234691030613715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/sergeant-keroro.html' title='Sergeant Keroro'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPRfFTNM-OI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CrXkimqrYFE/s72-c/3644210674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8420002987666151801</id><published>2008-10-14T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:21:00.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between The Lines</title><content type='html'>Time to tell me the truth,&lt;br /&gt;To burden your mouth for what you say,&lt;br /&gt;No pieces of paper in the way,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't continue pretending to choose,&lt;br /&gt;This opposite side on which we falls,&lt;br /&gt;The loving you laters if at all,&lt;br /&gt;No right minds could wrong be this many times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory is cruel,&lt;br /&gt;I'm queen of attention to details,&lt;br /&gt;Defending intentions if he fails,&lt;br /&gt;Until now, he told me her name,&lt;br /&gt;It sounded familiar in a way,&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn I'd heard him say it ten thousand times,&lt;br /&gt;If only I had been listening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave unsaid unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide shut unopened,&lt;br /&gt;You and me,&lt;br /&gt;Always between the lines,&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was ready to bleed,&lt;br /&gt;That we'd move from the shadows on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;And stand in the center of it all,&lt;br /&gt;Too late two choices to stay or to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Mine was so easy to uncover,&lt;br /&gt;He'd already left with the other,&lt;br /&gt;So I learnt to listen through silence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave unsaid unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide shut unopened,&lt;br /&gt;You and me,&lt;br /&gt;You and me always be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say,&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on,&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me I'm almost ready,&lt;br /&gt;When he meant let go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave unsaid unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide shut unopened,&lt;br /&gt;You and me,&lt;br /&gt;Always be,&lt;br /&gt;You and me,&lt;br /&gt;Always between the lines. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8420002987666151801?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8420002987666151801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8420002987666151801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8420002987666151801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8420002987666151801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/between-lines.html' title='Between The Lines'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-2002988672084988600</id><published>2008-10-10T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:07:22.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELP ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha! Just kidding. But I do think I need help somehow. Somehow. . . Gee, I'm so dead broke. You guys probably blame it on me for not finding myself a job. I've been jobless for the whole year. I don't mind doing any work. But it's just that I have my own issues. When I want to work my aunt won't allow me to. She asked me to just stay at home and take care of my grams and my cousins. Ok fine. But when I asked some money from her it's a NO. WHY??? I need to buy stuffs. Stuffs that I need to buy every single month. I also have a life for your information. Please! In fact this raya I didn't even buy anything for myself. Pity me. But, I blame it on my father. Missing in action. Gone with the wind! Kaput! Hmmp. I'm speechless. Huhu! Haia! I just want to live like other people too you know. I also wants to buy new stuffs for myself. Is it wrong?? And again I'm speechless. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-2002988672084988600?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2002988672084988600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=2002988672084988600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2002988672084988600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2002988672084988600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-2953282268178436895</id><published>2008-10-01T00:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:44:01.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta Ini Membunuhku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SOJd1kWNjVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fS_XPMucLzA/s1600-h/366227407_dbb64b8135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251863290338708818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SOJd1kWNjVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fS_XPMucLzA/s320/366227407_dbb64b8135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau membuat ku berantakan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau membuat ku tak karuan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau membuat ku tak berdaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau menolakku acuhkan diriku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bagaimana caranya untuk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meruntuhkan kerasnya hatimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku sadari ku tak sempurna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku tak seperti yang kau inginkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau hancurkan aku dengan sikapmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak sadarkah kau telah menyakitiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelah hati ini meyakinkanmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta ini membunuhku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I would like to dedicate this song to my former crush which I was so CINTA MATI with him. But too bad I just had no courage to admit it to him. So yeah. I just had to close the book and open up a new book. It's hard to make people like you but it's even harder to make people love you. Love you for who you are and not for who you are not or who you will be. My heart suffered a lot during that period. For you to able to see him but not be able to have him. It just hurts really badly. I'd do anything just to be close to him. But yeah, I'm just fooling myself. Maybe he didn't realize the love in my eyes. Maybe he knows or maybe he doesn't. He would never like a girl like me. What more to love a girl like me. It's hard for me to move on but thank GOD I've made it. I've moved on. After a long time. After a very long time. I just don't care about him anymore though I still think of him once in a while. I should be thinking more of my boyfriend than him. He is just another face in my life. Another face another phase. Why should I care about people who don't seem to bother or care bout me. You mean nothing in my life now. For you guys there, don't take things for granted. Understand why I'm saying this. It's hard and gives you pain in the ass to make one person to love you. Why you even go through all that if there's this one person who cares and loves you for who you are. Love him back. You will never regret it. Because in the end, the one that you love will eventually leave you but the one that loves you will never leave you until he dies. "Cintai dia yang mencintaimu. . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SOJZsK6f8oI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AIKW5ttXuNA/s1600-h/bleeding+heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251858730846253698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SOJZsK6f8oI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AIKW5ttXuNA/s320/bleeding+heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-2953282268178436895?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2953282268178436895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=2953282268178436895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2953282268178436895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/2953282268178436895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/cinta-ini-membunuhku.html' title='Cinta Ini Membunuhku'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SOJd1kWNjVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fS_XPMucLzA/s72-c/366227407_dbb64b8135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-5131645216067435039</id><published>2008-10-01T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:39:01.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is 12am on 1st Syawal, 1429</title><content type='html'>While you guys were busy decorating your home or preparing the food or doing something busy, I'm sitting in front of the computer typing this post. Kasihan deh lho. . . Haha! Last year at this kinda hour I'll be very busy in the kitchen doing stuffs that are supposed to be done by a girl like moi. And I have to sleep late cause I have to make sure everything is perfectly done for the next day. After my grandpa went to have his solat sunat aidilfitri at the mosque, we gathered and asked for forgiveness from the elders. Then we eat! My favourite part. My not favourite part is when my aunt's and unc's friends started to come like pouring rain! Then the kitchen is my place for the day. I get to play the waitress game the whole day. I prefer to wait in the kitchen and washed all the dirty glasses and dishes rather than to serve the visitors. It's because that I have this illness called shyness. Huhu! ~.~ I usually get to take a rest later in the evening if there's less visitors and I just let my aunt to take over my place while I went to sleep. Since I had to sleep late and woke up early the next morning and I had to work in the kitchen so I deserve to get some rest and sleep for a while before my aunt gets mad at me for leaving her alone to do all the work. Haha! So this year I'll be goyang kaki the whole day and enjoy my tv watching session. IF I don't have to visit any relatives' or friend's house. Raya is of course my favourite festive cause I can eat all that I want and it's FREE baby! And I don't have to feel guilty cause I've been fasting for a month on Ramadhan. Though I can't have my 30 days of fasting because you-know-why. O.o So yeah, my Syawal this year is so much different from last year. Hopefully we can have an open house on next Syawal cause somehow I kinda miss the waitress game. Hehe! And I miss having lotsa familiar and unfamiliar faces comes to our house. You never know who will be visiting. . . Hehe! Cause life is full of suprises. Though I'm still waiting one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-5131645216067435039?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5131645216067435039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=5131645216067435039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5131645216067435039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5131645216067435039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-12am-on-1-syawal-1429.html' title='It is 12am on 1st Syawal, 1429'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8861281363987190210</id><published>2008-09-30T17:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:58:57.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SOHzFLcjsbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tPakE-IvAuE/s1600-h/raya07.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251745910788174258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SOHzFLcjsbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tPakE-IvAuE/s320/raya07.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 &lt;em&gt;Syawal, 1429/1 Oktober, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Ikhlas daripada Siti Amirah serta famili~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ucapanku:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sempena hari bait bulan bait tok, aku nak kakar dalam bahasa ibunda aku lok. Tok blog aku jadi skati aku pun nak mesen blog ku tok. Mintak maaf mun ada yang sik paham. &lt;em&gt;Sorry if you can't understand.&lt;/em&gt; Hehe! Hmm, aku nak ngucap &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Selamat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; khas buat keluarga ku kat rumah tok di Kuching. Mak dengan adik aku yang kat Brunei. Semoga sehat2 selalu hendaknya. Anakanda dan kakakanda di sini sehat2 alhamdulillah. Cewah. Aku nak feel zaman dolu2 kale dolok ba. Hehe! Sambong balit. Kakya khas juak buat sahabat2ku dunia akhirat. Shah, Dygku, Bed dan sapa2 gikla. Aku tok sik banyak gilak kawan. Ngakuk lok. Hehe! Mana2 yang kenal dengan aku, suma ktk urang sahabat dunia dan akhirat aku. Dan yang paling khas sekali buat cik abangku yang tersayang, Nizam yang beraya kat kampongnya Sematan. Hari raya ke-3 lak kita jumpa k. Cewah. Jiwang aku tok eh. Hiks! ^_^ Aku nak ucap selamat hari raya dengan miak2 sama kelas dengan aku dolok.[FYI,miak2 kelas 1 Kuning, 2 Kuning, 3 Kuning, 4 Kuning, 5 Kuning, 6 Kuning, 1.1, 2.1, 3.1, 4 Sains 1, 5 Sains 1 &amp;amp; 6 Rendah Sastera 2] Miak2 sesekolah dengan aku dolok kat SK St Mary, SMK St Mary &amp;amp; SMK St Thomas, Kuching. Mun nemu aku jangan malu2 nak negor. P aku tok pun malu juak nak negor ktk urg. Takut urang madah sik kenal or salah urang. Gugok saham aku. Haha! ~.~ Ucapan tok aku aku tujukan juak buat cdak yang keja kat Jayakil Sdn Bhd dan sapa2la yang baca blog tok. Dan buat sapa2la yang kenal dengan si Siti Amirah tok. Hehe! Aher skali, SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI. MAAF ZAHIR &amp;amp; BATIN. Jum kita mamam kueh raya banyak2!!! Minum aek gas sampey pecah perut!!! Yahoo!!! Tapi jangan lupak.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Berhati-hati di jalan raya. Ingatlah orang yang tersayang. Anda mampu mengubahnya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words*&lt;/em&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/2823227411558102861-8861281363987190210?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8861281363987190210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8861281363987190210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8861281363987190210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8861281363987190210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SOHzFLcjsbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tPakE-IvAuE/s72-c/raya07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-5409162083855921503</id><published>2008-09-30T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:13:57.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn! ME missing in action!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why is it hard for me to just feel happy and just laugh like I used to laugh before. Damn I so miss my old self. The real me is totally M.I.A! Missing in action. Gone with the wind. I used to be a cheerful person but now it's all a fake. A mask. I smile and laugh to hide what I really feel inside. While inside there's lot of pain and agony. Hate and envy. It's like I'm turning into someone else. Someone evil. Haha! Not that serious. But for me to ignore things that makes me unhappy is hard. I can't stop from thinking that I'm born unluckily. Hmm, I know I shouldn't be thinking that way. But I am stressed. It feels like I'm carrying the world on my shoulder. Why is this all happening to me?? WHY??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-5409162083855921503?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5409162083855921503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=5409162083855921503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5409162083855921503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5409162083855921503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn-me-missing-in-action.html' title='Damn! ME missing in action!!!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-5106563325450697920</id><published>2008-09-19T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:10:04.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes! Sometimes! Sometimes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I just need to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my lungs out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I like to say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;silly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all it takes to make me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; is a stupid joke.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I picture myself being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; else.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I find the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take things for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I look &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I hate &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes it’s nice to feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes it hurts when people say their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodbye's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes it makes me happy to know there's people who &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s sad to see other &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I listen to sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I sleep for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to watch the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I rant to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I never admit I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really don't know what to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-5106563325450697920?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5106563325450697920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=5106563325450697920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5106563325450697920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5106563325450697920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-sometimes-sometimes.html' title='Sometimes! Sometimes! Sometimes!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-7323958513924255663</id><published>2008-09-19T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:27:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be A Wonderwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fine tq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;My grams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Look to your left, what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;The tv set.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Where do you like to be the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Near to my loved ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. What's your fave film?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;LotSss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. What does the last person you commented on myspace mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;I don't have myspace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. What did you last laugh about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Ermm. . .myself! =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. Where was your default took?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Kem Permai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. What's the first thing you look for in a girl/guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;One who can tell jokes and makes me laugh for sure. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. If your still in school, whats your fave lesson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;English Language maybe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. What do you work as / want to work as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;WONDERWOMAN!!! ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. Do you play video games? if so, which is your fave game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;I played computer games. And addicted to Zuma! Hehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. Who never fails to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;HIM! ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;14. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;The tv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15. Who did you last have a sleepover with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Shah. And it was a very long time ago. . . Bila gik tek Shah?? Hehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;16. I bet you miss someone, who?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;HIM! ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Not really. . . Huhu! =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;18. Why did you last get upset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Umm,yesterday. HUHU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;19. Who was the last person you texted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;HIM! ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;20. Who do you live with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;My grandparents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;21. Do you like living with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Yerp! They're just like my parents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;22. Whats your mood right now on myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;I have no myspace remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;24. Did you realise that there was no 23?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Ya ho. . . =.="&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;25. What does your profile song mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;It reminds me of the windy sandy beach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;26. Who did you last shout at and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Ermm, let's keep it as a secret. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;27. Are you normally a happy person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;So so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;28. What was the last thing you went to see in the movies and with who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Susuk. With my aunt n unc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;29. What's your fave food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Laksa Sarawak, mee jawa, mee kolok, and the list goes on. . . I just love to eat! ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;30. Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;What do you think?? =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;31. Do you remember how you was 3 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Hmm,2005. I was 18. I was young and hopeless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;32. If so, does it make you cringe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Only GOD knows. HUHU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;33. If you could be with someone right now, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;HIM! ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;34. Do you have any blogs on your myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;I have a blog at blogger for sure. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;35. Whats your fave thing in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;My bed. Ngehngeh! =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;36. Is this quiz boring you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;I am bored. That's why I'm doing this quiz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;37. If you had one wish, what would you wish for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Hmm,let me see. I wish for another million wishes! Hehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;38. When was the last time you lied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Erm,I'm a good person and I never lie. Haha! Caught red handed! =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;39. Are your lips chapped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Yea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;40. Any last words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI. MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-7323958513924255663?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7323958513924255663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=7323958513924255663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7323958513924255663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7323958513924255663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-be-wonderwoman.html' title='I Want To Be A Wonderwoman'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-7293832444333421922</id><published>2008-09-18T14:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:29:23.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4BIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you a fan of THAI HORROR movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm a suck up for horror movies. Especially Thai's. They are just good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I recommend you guys to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4BIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7rlAxPiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gU6wea7dQnk/s1600-h/Movie+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247251766951624226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7rlAxPiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gU6wea7dQnk/s320/Movie+Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's a 4-in-1 movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4 different horror stories to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But the fact it's a 4-in-1 movie means the director had to make it short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Short enough to make you scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's some of review through my point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't really understand the movie that much cause the dvd's subtitle was second hand! =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7rumWnsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NVMLixBd6vc/s1600-h/Story+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247251769525182146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7rumWnsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NVMLixBd6vc/s320/Story+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The first story is "Happiness". It's about a lonely girl who had to spent her time stuck at home because she was involved in an accident that broke her leg. One day, she received an sms from an unknown person. She didn't know that she was sms-ing with a dead guy. His spirit to be exact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7rmrplrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xtOF7jFsgyw/s1600-h/Story+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247251767399913138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7rmrplrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xtOF7jFsgyw/s320/Story+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; The second story is "Tit For Tat". It's about a group of students bullied one of their classmate that causes him to take revenge. He return to school with this books and whoever takes a look at this one particular piece of paper in it will be cursed and die immediately! (But this movie has a lot of computer effects and not really convincingly scary at some part.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7r8vKMOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mJdJNbhO1GA/s1600-h/Story+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247251773320212706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7r8vKMOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mJdJNbhO1GA/s320/Story+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; The third story is "In The Middle". It's about 4 bestfriends who was camping in the woods. They tell ghost stories to entertain themselves and in the end they get frightened by their own stories. One of the story is whoever died will not realized that he is really dead. After one adventure, their boat turned upside down by the strong current and they all drowned. One of their friend went missing. They assumed he had died. But they didn't even know that they had died too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7r0NhPeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/h1eYnPsUlL0/s1600-h/Story+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247251771031633378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7r0NhPeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/h1eYnPsUlL0/s320/Story+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The forth story is "The Last Fright". This is my favourite. It's about one flight attendant that have been given the opportunities to serve a princess from I'm not quite sure where. What she didn't know is the princess knows that she was having an affair with the princess's husband. Too bad for her the princess died during her trip in Thailand and she had to be the flight attendant to send the princess's corpse back to her country. All alone! The princess's corpse was seated and tied at the front seat where she was seated before. When she was still alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know I'm lame at this. So just watch it for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never watch it alone if you have a weak heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You will never know who will be sitting besides you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BOOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&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/2823227411558102861-7293832444333421922?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7293832444333421922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=7293832444333421922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7293832444333421922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7293832444333421922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/09/4bia.html' title='4BIA'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SNH7rlAxPiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gU6wea7dQnk/s72-c/Movie+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-5591124668723520724</id><published>2008-09-18T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:27:23.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really don't know how to describe how my interview was. The first interview I was making a fool out of myself. Haha! Oh well. What to do. And the second interview was much more better than I expected. I guess so. I'm pretty much sure I answered all the questions correctly. I just hope the best for myself. Now I just sit back and relax. And wait patiently for the result. Which will be out by next month. Argh! No more worries. I need to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-5591124668723520724?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5591124668723520724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=5591124668723520724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5591124668723520724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/5591124668723520724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/09/interview_18.html' title='The Interview'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-6926025126921078122</id><published>2008-09-14T10:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:28:07.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.N.T.E.R.V.I.E.W</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SMx6mbxThKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QFhSrOpeUbk/s1600-h/interview_formal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245702466687960226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SMx6mbxThKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QFhSrOpeUbk/s320/interview_formal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh my GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have this interview thingy going on this Monday (15.9.08) and Wednesday (17.9.08).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I'm pretty much feeling kinda sick as the day approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right now I'm having stomachache and flu! =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What else could I ask more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;GOD! Please cure me! Puhleez. . . HUHU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gosh. Just to think about it makes me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mean what if I fail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What if the interviewer doesn't like me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What if the interviewer is a very mean person??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM DOOMED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've been doing some research for the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUT. . .I just don't know what to look for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mean it's not like I'm gonna sit for a math exam and I can learn all the formulas and etc from a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;During the interview they can ask you any questions concerning from anything they have decided to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And again. . . &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM DOOMED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went to an interview a few years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was making a fool out of myself in front of the interview who looked like they're ready to eat me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(I'm just kidding. They're not that bad. =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I failed my interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never get any letters from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not even the &lt;em&gt;"Dengan DUKACITANYA kami memaklumkan blablabla. . ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need my good luck charm. Come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;GOD! Please give me some luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had enough of bad luck already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not that I'm not bersyukur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Somehow. . . =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ooh, I just hope my interviewer is a young, hot, handsome chinese/japanese/korean-look-alike dude. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha! I'm so dreaming in the daytime right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, this is the end of my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be wishing myself good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I'll be needing some good luck wishes from you guys too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So If you are kind enough, do wish me luck k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Puhleez. . . (I'm desperately begging you. I'm already on my knees. Can't you see??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha! I'm not that desperate la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think so. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ow well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's one for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD LUCK AMIRAH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GAMBATE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARIBA! ARIBA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AYAIYAYAYAI!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Overreacted la plak. . . O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&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/2823227411558102861-6926025126921078122?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6926025126921078122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=6926025126921078122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6926025126921078122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/6926025126921078122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/09/interview.html' title='I.N.T.E.R.V.I.E.W'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SMx6mbxThKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QFhSrOpeUbk/s72-c/interview_formal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-4492353740376378838</id><published>2008-09-13T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:29:27.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SMyE_tfF3UI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FLGhuM3M2gI/s1600-h/Ramadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245713896056413506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SMyE_tfF3UI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FLGhuM3M2gI/s320/Ramadan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SMulhfmH22I/AAAAAAAAAEk/K_0bstbCdqw/s1600-h/Ramadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would like to wish all my fellow muslims friends and family happy Ramadan Al-Mubarak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May this holy month brings you happiness and blessing from Allah S.W.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-4492353740376378838?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4492353740376378838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=4492353740376378838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4492353740376378838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/4492353740376378838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-ramadan.html' title='Happy Ramadan'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SMyE_tfF3UI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FLGhuM3M2gI/s72-c/Ramadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8392667353098206823</id><published>2008-08-29T23:17:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:55:03.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the beach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went to the beach a few weeks ago. These are some of the pictures I managed to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239972204644636354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLge9SLDlsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AUrLZyTlqoI/s200/Permai+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Notice the rubbish bin. WTH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLge9RGaKuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/emXnYRESf9M/s1600-h/Permai+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239972204356709090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLge9RGaKuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/emXnYRESf9M/s200/Permai+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was left alone here. Huhu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239972200351498594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLge9CLfgWI/AAAAAAAAADs/C9SrIwSw5mU/s200/Permai+(26).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is my throne. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239975349658052962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgh0WQr6WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aBQYuo4vhj0/s200/Permai+(45).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hiding from then sun. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLge9hUKhEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dkhdO10r0I4/s1600-h/Permai+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239972208709370946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLge9hUKhEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dkhdO10r0I4/s200/Permai+(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;With my bestfriend! XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefEbtLGI/AAAAAAAAADE/658Jl5FdBxg/s1600-h/Permai+(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971685560298594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefEbtLGI/AAAAAAAAADE/658Jl5FdBxg/s200/Permai+(27).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the sake of taking photos they decided to climb the huge rock. =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefMwOHxI/AAAAAAAAADM/IJrXIm8rEvM/s1600-h/Permai+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971687793827602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefMwOHxI/AAAAAAAAADM/IJrXIm8rEvM/s200/Permai+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shah's pose of the day! Huahuahua! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefUD2MaI/AAAAAAAAADU/fgtlCVki760/s1600-h/Permai+(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971689755193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefUD2MaI/AAAAAAAAADU/fgtlCVki760/s200/Permai+(15).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which feet are mine? Clue ~&gt; Mine are not smelly. HAHA! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefRnzmOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EoGjwoAZ7lA/s1600-h/Permai+(34).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971689100712162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefRnzmOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EoGjwoAZ7lA/s200/Permai+(34).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Smile! It makes people wonder! Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefqD8-RI/AAAAAAAAADk/iL-vDQep-WQ/s1600-h/Permai+(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971695661218066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgefqD8-RI/AAAAAAAAADk/iL-vDQep-WQ/s200/Permai+(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Guess who? Is it the plane? The bird? Superman?? Or is it simply my shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcpkzHIRI/AAAAAAAAACc/l20g3d-QNAM/s1600-h/Permai+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969667023839506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcpkzHIRI/AAAAAAAAACc/l20g3d-QNAM/s200/Permai+(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Miss Let-Me-Take-Another-Picture-Of-Myself. Hehe! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcpumlBoI/AAAAAAAAACk/1tzLgNK_Xk4/s1600-h/Permai+(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969669655627394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcpumlBoI/AAAAAAAAACk/1tzLgNK_Xk4/s200/Permai+(21).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My hair looks like so wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcplUg_WI/AAAAAAAAACs/WfK3x7Ei7cE/s1600-h/Permai+(50).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969667163946338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcplUg_WI/AAAAAAAAACs/WfK3x7Ei7cE/s200/Permai+(50).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me acting stupid. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcp-NP8mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n44yv-JHfcQ/s1600-h/Permai+(51).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969673844355682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcp-NP8mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n44yv-JHfcQ/s200/Permai+(51).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am TALL!!! Bwahaha! But NOT in reality woo. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcGcV0h5I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nys4QsLgHKY/s1600-h/Permai+(52).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969063458080658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcGcV0h5I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nys4QsLgHKY/s200/Permai+(52).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sunset of the day. I love sunset. It marks the end of the day. I love sunrise as well. Because it's the beginning of a new day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969058709081730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLgcGKpkjoI/AAAAAAAAACM/HExA41cFMog/s200/Permai+(54).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last picture of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt; has been a tiring day. Though I'm tired but I had lotsa fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanx Shah &amp;amp; Nazmi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I owe you guys a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;XOXO. To Shah alone! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/S:Nazmi, you'll get ur XOXO from Shah k. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8392667353098206823?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8392667353098206823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8392667353098206823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8392667353098206823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8392667353098206823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-from-beach.html' title='Pictures from the beach.'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SLge9SLDlsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AUrLZyTlqoI/s72-c/Permai+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-8762601534243825673</id><published>2008-08-28T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:18:25.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what you called LIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In my 21 years life, I've faced and have been through all kind of experiences. The good ones and the bad ones. But I remember the bad ones the most cause it made me cautious to not make the very same mistake again in the future. But when I think about it again, I guess it's quite impossible. I mean we are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;human&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;none&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; of us are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERFECT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Do correct me if you think I'm wrong. That's if you think that you are prefect. It's not that I don't appreciate the good things that happened in my life. But it's just that when something bad happens in your life you'll remember about it forever! Some of it I may tell you but some are suppose to be kept as a secret that you guys will never know. Karma? Hmm, I don't know whether I believe in karma. Yeah maybe. Cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what goes around comes around.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;And what goes up must come down!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; That I strongly believe. Ow yeah, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once upon time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I lived happily in my childhood era. But that was a very long time ago. At time I didn't know how cruel life could be. How life could be our worse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enemy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For those who have never live in hardship before they might say life is sweet. As for me, my life is sweet, sour, salty, bitter and so forth. My life is a mix of everything. But I still enjoy my life. Nothing to be scared about. Do enjoy your every second of life before you come to the end. You will never know when. So just enjoy your life. I may be talking positive here. Encouraging people and stuffs. But I sometimes can be a very negative person. VERY! Well, no humans are perfect. Today I may be at the bottom of the deep sea. But someday I will emerge to the surface and show the world who I am. What I'm made of. What I'm capable of. I believe it is not my time. Yet! My time will soon come. Life may be cruel but that doesn't mean you have to quit your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823227411558102861-8762601534243825673?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8762601534243825673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=8762601534243825673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8762601534243825673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/8762601534243825673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-what-you-called-life.html' title='This is what you called LIFE.'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-7380957709777682265</id><published>2008-08-15T16:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:35:35.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Or She?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SKU_wakP-FI/AAAAAAAAABk/yfM_lANfvyQ/s1600-h/MiRa+%26+Family+(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234660242885703762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SKU_wakP-FI/AAAAAAAAABk/yfM_lANfvyQ/s200/MiRa+%26+Family+(37).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let me introduce you to my favourite cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Name : Ahmad Azahari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Date Of Birth : 27th July, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Age : 3 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gender : MALE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ambition : Police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favourite Game : GTA (Grand Theft Auto - San Andreas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favourite TV Show : Tom And Jerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favourite Drink : Dumex 123 Chocolate Flavour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favourite Item : Bantal Busuk!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, obviously it's a BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234664330506208578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SKVDeWI7BUI/AAAAAAAAABs/8sYZFIGliIs/s200/MiRa+%26+Family+(33).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Isn't he cute??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He sleeps with my grandma and I every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I sleep with my grandma?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hell YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have been sleeping with her like since forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm afraid to sleep alone. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here I go telling you stuffs you should not know. HUHU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And obviously I have no idea to post anything on this blog. So I came out with this. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&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/2823227411558102861-7380957709777682265?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7380957709777682265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=7380957709777682265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7380957709777682265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/7380957709777682265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-or-she.html' title='He Or She?'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SKU_wakP-FI/AAAAAAAAABk/yfM_lANfvyQ/s72-c/MiRa+%26+Family+(37).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823227411558102861.post-416421707119602211</id><published>2008-08-14T00:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:18:50.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d21c.com/DragonsDreams/gar/Sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://d21c.com/DragonsDreams/gar/Sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://d21c.com/DragonsDreams/gar/Sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://d21c.com/DragonsDreams/gar/Sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://d21c.com/DragonsDreams/gar/Sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh God I'm so sleepy right now. I could just fall asleep right now. But hold on. I want to write my very first post here. I've been longing to create myself a blog at Blogger. So now is the chance. My friend told me that it is more fun to blogging at Blogger then the one at Friendster. So I'm gonna give it a try. Reaching at the end of my very first post. I wish you guys goodnight and sweetdreams. You shall read more from me in the future. Hopefully! =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End Of Amirah's Thoughts And Words*&lt;/em&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/2823227411558102861-416421707119602211?l=amirahyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/416421707119602211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823227411558102861&amp;postID=416421707119602211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/416421707119602211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823227411558102861/posts/default/416421707119602211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirahyaya.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-sleep-sleep.html' title='Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!'/><author><name>Amirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05883456334108365562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ovtp6gvLPk/SPdAhJXJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TzZMs5_2hrk/S220/Mira+at+Permai+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
