<?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-4751004611002294827</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:45:15.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mw supreme</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to MW's!!! normally, all my post will be mostly about what happen everyday... soo hope u guys will enjoy it...

mw</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-2396348270545601006</id><published>2009-11-20T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:25:39.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the not so ugly truth</title><content type='html'>girl and boy a couple like,&lt;br /&gt;walking together side by side,&lt;br /&gt;looking at each other and smile,&lt;br /&gt;feeling the love they long hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rise from bed to see the sun, &lt;br /&gt;look out the window and see kids run,&lt;br /&gt;just wonder how they have fun,&lt;br /&gt;where some parts of the world are playing gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say think out of the box,&lt;br /&gt;to use your mind not act like a fox,&lt;br /&gt;to be brave not an ox,&lt;br /&gt;with bare hands he eats the lox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;houses decorated with chasing light,&lt;br /&gt;light of full colors brighten the night,&lt;br /&gt;even it hurts for some people sight,&lt;br /&gt;who cares we want to make the night right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-2396348270545601006?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/2396348270545601006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=2396348270545601006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/2396348270545601006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/2396348270545601006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-so-ugly-truth.html' title='the not so ugly truth'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-5539887340903669627</id><published>2009-11-19T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:38:32.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pemergian ku</title><content type='html'>under the moon,&lt;br /&gt;the light shone on my face,&lt;br /&gt;thinking that ill be gone soon,&lt;br /&gt;leaving the life that i disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard to leave this town,&lt;br /&gt;where neighbors greet you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;even when they know you are down,&lt;br /&gt;mouth shut nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i step out every night,&lt;br /&gt;leaving my home to go to yours,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that we wouldn't fight,&lt;br /&gt;just like a breaking shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for good,&lt;br /&gt;leaving them all,&lt;br /&gt;even in the sad mood,&lt;br /&gt;i will still stand tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-5539887340903669627?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/5539887340903669627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=5539887340903669627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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)</title><content type='html'>Last nite, I was so tired suffering from pain on my tonsils.. the freaking tonsils need to go away.. i have to cut it off one day.. and soo.. after i got back from my bfs work place in kemuning.. i drove slowly into the parking zone for the visitor.. it was at 12 am, this is really really unexpected moment that i will never forget.. and i never seen that side of me doing it as well.. as i drove, i look into the front mirror, and guess what i see, a very very very very very very very tall and fat black women running towards my car, i was so panic that maybe she might want to use her black magic to hypnotize me and rob me or the most easy way is too jump on my body let me pass out and rob me because shes big and im very very small.. for the first time in my life i feel so small because im known for my "big" features u know what i mean?.. no u dont, i mean my face shape is like a plasma tv, my lips are big and my feet are size 9, this black  woman, her lips are so big so so big,, that it might overlap with her nose, she has a really really huge breast and bump, her hair style was like an eletric shock style, i dunno how to describe it, its like as if she just got electrocuted, lets go back to my story, and so when i saw shes running towards my car, i kept driving till i found an empty parking space, im scared to get down from the car since i have already imagining a bad things that might happen once my feet touch the ground, i brace myself and try to walk as fast as i could, i actually ran towards the stairs to my condo, she shouted " Wait! Wait! i need help" and i was thinking that shes trying to trick me, at first she could beg for help the next thing u know she might be pimping around my big volvo car with all her ghetto friends, yes i do have thing with this black community, they are foreigner, i dun really trust them, and then she shouted again " do you have a charger? " i was like, "What on earth u need a charger for, thats the weirdest thing i ever heard from a stranger like you". so the conversation goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black woman: My phone has flat battery, i need to charge it to call my bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: well u can use my phone to call ur bf,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black woman: i cant recall his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: well do you have his number in ur sim card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black woman: I dun have his number in my sim card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: u dun save ur bfs number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black woman: i save it in my phone not in my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: im sorry im using samsung and not nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then out of nowhere this is the most weird moment i ever had, she took out a car phone charger, i mean has she been practicing carry around a car phone charger without having a car, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black woman: can i use ur car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: i dun think that might be a very good idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black woman: Please! please! this is disgraceful, im waiting for 3 hours for my bf, he is at his house on 3rd floor, my bat running low, i cant even call him, i dunno his number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: what?!! why cant u just knock his door..? why are u waiting when u can just go up there and ring the bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black woman: I dont want to see what i about to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: i dunt get it, im really sorry can u explain what u mean by that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black woman: we are not living together, im staying at damansara my friend drove me here, he is staying here and he might have other gurl up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: OMG! im really sorry, then why are u still here? when u know that he is with other gurl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black woman: im having an open relationship with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: so ull be with other guy as well when he is not with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black woman: no, but i let him be with other gurl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: oooooooookkk.. just pass me the car charger, ill get ur phone charged u can call him so he can fetch u here.. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black woman: thank you very much, omg luckily there are someone like you that actually wants to help me, other people just drove off and ran away from me.. u really have a good heart dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mw: thanks and no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im doing a good deed for the rest of the year, i felt happy for helping her despite her relationship problem, but what im trying to say here, foreigners are not all bad, they are here independently, when they ask for help, try to use your instinct that they really need help and not to trick us, last nite i wanted to go off without helping her, all of a sudden i stop walking and walk towards her as i know that if i help her now, one day some other ppl will help me if im at her situation.. it wont harm u for helping, make ppl happy, and u will be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-7043933017517604973?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/7043933017517604973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=7043933017517604973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7043933017517604973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7043933017517604973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-deed-night-with-black-woman-org.html' title='the good &apos;deed &apos;night with a black woman ( org negro la )'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-3666274274038093449</id><published>2009-10-26T05:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:00:45.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenape Cina, Melayu dan India kulit semua lain?</title><content type='html'>Cina putih bukan sebab dier suke sembam muke dalam tepung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;india hitam bukan sebab dier suke main dgn rempah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melayu coklat bukan sebab dier suker bergaul dgn cina dan india pade mase yang same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cerita yang sebenarnyer ialah, kulit mereka telah dihasilkan oleh air tempayan istimewa yang memboleh kan mereka bertukar warne kulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada mase dahulu, cina india melayu semua ader warne kulit yang same gelap dan betul betul gelap.. terlalu gelap sgt sehingga tidak dapat membezakan siapakah yang cina india atau melayu... jadi pade satu hari ketua penghulu memanggil semua penduduk kampung yang berbilang kaum itu datang berhimpun di halaman rumah nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tok penghulu nie dier bomoh terkenal kat kampung itu.. jadi dier menghasilkan air tempayan yang dapat mengubah warne kulit penduduk nyer mengikut kaum masing2.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di perhimpunan rumah tok penghulu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raju: tok! apa buat saya mari sini.. saya kena tinggal dal yang tengah masak kat rumah tu.. apa yang penting sangat nie.. ayoyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah kit: dia mau tukar kita punya skin kaler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad: asal pulak nak tukar? ok aper skin kaler kite semua sama jer kan.. baru one malaysia ( One malaysia pun dah ditubuhkan pada zaman dahulu sebenarnye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok penghulu: Shaddup you allz! aku nie dah pening nak kene membezakan sape cina india dan melayu.., baik aku tukar jer kaler kulit korang ni..jadi sekarang kite kene ambik undian sape yang akan mandi air tempayan nie dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selepas undian telah dibuat.. didapati org cina yang akan mandi dahulu diikuti org melayu dan org india yang last sekali mandi.. jadi, org cina tu pun mandi lah dulu.. org cina kan suke mandi tak ingat dunia kengkadang, jadi dier mandi sampai tinggal setengah air tempayan tu, biler dia dah habis mandi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raju: weyhh ah kit.. putih nyer engkau.. kalah putihnya baju aku yang aku basuh dgn sabun breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmad: dah sekarang turn aku pulak nak mandi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad pun mandi lah sambil bersiul-siul menyanyi lagu kegemaran dier.. tibe2 dier mandi sampai air tu tinggal skit sangat.. agak2 dalam satu cawan air jer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad: Alamak raju, aku mintak maaf sgt, aku terlupa kau kene mandi lepas nie.. aku pun dapat mandi air sikit jer.. kulit aku pun tak seputih ah kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raju tengok ahmad.. dengan senyuman yang sgt ikhlas dan tiada langsung perasaan marah.. lalu mengatakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raju: tarak problem la ahmad.. jangan risau.. di rumah saya sudah mandi.. sudah wangi.. saya basuh tapak tangan dengan tapak kaki sahaja lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi raju punyer tapak tangan dengan tapak kaki je lah yang putih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terjadilah kaum cina india dan melayu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Kalau india tu tak yah mandi pun takper kan.. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-3666274274038093449?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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of milk bottle that my mummy bought for me. it was in light yellow color and it used to be everything for me . i cried over it, slept with it and woke up with my arm still holding on to my milk bottle. when i was 6 years old, i have no longer interested in keeping the bottle that used to be the most important thing in my life. at that time the bottle seems to be nothing for me but trouble because my kindergarten friend kept teasing on me because i kept bringing that bottle to class every morning. the first time i left my bottle at home to go to class, i cried and hoping that mummy would not drag me into the car to go to class..i kept guessing why do i have to leave the bottle, why cant i grew up with it. over time, its weird when i think back of the past, when i think back where the bottle is now, because i feel that it has no sentimental value to me anymore. When i step into my teenagers phase, i started to play a game of what people called it as 'LOVE', from there i receive a gift from my ex, it was a hug-able adorable teddy bear in which i named it as 'crunchy', i slept and hug it every night when i sleep,i even brought him along when im travelling with my parents,when i cried , i cried on crunchy, my tears rolling down on crunchy's shoulder,because at that time i had no one else to talk to. or i much more prefer to talk to my self or crunchy. when i broke up with my ex, crunchy means nothing to me , now when im 18 years, i have fallen in love again with new guy, it turns out great, but somehow, recently, we had a lot of argument, like a normal couple, like the rest of them, last night, it was a huge argument in which i think that things might not work out between me and him, it seems like everything in this world is not permanent, not even love, " immortal love " quote from Shakespeare. i think its bullshit!. love is just a game that u want to play when u start to get interested into it and will no longer feel like to play when u start to lose..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-5160660234071009401?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/5160660234071009401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=5160660234071009401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/5160660234071009401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/5160660234071009401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-is-temporary.html' title='everything is temporary.'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-2240298652619852589</id><published>2008-11-27T09:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:47:56.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM over!!!( freedom is boredom)</title><content type='html'>arghh... spm dah habis... i feel relieved and quite happy because i dun have to go through the same phase where everyday i have to crammed my head staring at those text books.. hahaha... but deep in my heart i kinda feel sad because my high school life has come to an end.. theres no more waking up early in the morning .. having weekdays breakfast special at mcdonald and laughing at the waiter who just look like my friend.. hahaha..well im gonna miss those days where all my friend sat down and call names to one another.. playing around with fathers name.. make fun of someones mole..make fun of the power that my friend has... make fun of someone hairy.. im gonna miss those days.. i really love all of them because after all the insult they still keep their head and control macho.. now.. i dunno what to do after spm.. when i ask my friend what are they going to do after spm .. what i got is. " aku nak lepak weyh spm baru habis dohh kepala aku dah nak dekat same ngan kepala bapak aku yang botak tu sebab byk sangat study" or " i was thinking to apply for any job for time being because it could benefit my free time" or from girls " yeeha we are going to party all night long and we can have girls night /day/evening out wooohoo!!" or " lepas spm? aku jadi sampah masyarakat jap " haishh.. from all the reply i got from my friend none of them even captured my interest or give me any idea to do after spm... i told my mum that i want to apply a job to work as a tutor for maths to upper secondary stud at this tuition centre.. but it was a failure because they want a tutor who can work with them for a long term.. i have reached the limit where i m so fed up of not knowing what the hell shoud i do and soo i told my mum " mami nak bedah orang lepas spm" and my mum is not suprised she said ok and surrender her mother to me... hahaha.. tu lah org ckp syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu.. takde kene mengena kan? aku tau.. tengah gile jap sebab tak tau aper nak buat.. maybe i should just relax and go somewhere to get my head off this thing.. to people out there do not waste time hanging around.. because one day u will regret of not make a benefit things out of your free time.. hahahah aku pun same.. well now im looking forward for prom!!! weeee!!! party party.. i never been to prom and this is my first and last prom.. i think it will be da bomb.. !!!! im not kuno or nerd ( sikit jer la tak... ok lah fine banyak) or some outcast hu didnt go out and have their social life.. hahaha i just happened to get stucked with my books.. haishh .. such a sad ending.. laalallalal.. freedom is boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SS6kvnGs7SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YujVTfxp-o8/s1600-h/mummy+glamour+035.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/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SS6kvnGs7SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YujVTfxp-o8/s320/mummy+glamour+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273333351555329314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum and i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-2240298652619852589?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/2240298652619852589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=2240298652619852589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/2240298652619852589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/2240298652619852589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm-over-freedom-is-boredom.html' title='SPM over!!!( freedom is boredom)'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SS6kvnGs7SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YujVTfxp-o8/s72-c/mummy+glamour+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-73177573999658177</id><published>2008-11-09T23:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:47:55.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SReulask2WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6cKSsR4oUKw/s1600-h/nokia+mami+192.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/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SReulask2WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6cKSsR4oUKw/s320/nokia+mami+192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266870247077763426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted this post the day before spm started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3 weeks.. ill be free from stress and tension..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i do have butterfly in my stomach.. and it doesn't feel like butterfly at all it is bigger it feels like a horse racing with one another in " padang pasir yang gersang " it sounds nice in bm.. but if i convert it to English exactly how each word means it would be " field of horny sand " hahaha.. well i am really really nervous.. when im nervous ill get sickness such ah sore throat.. sore throat just cant go away from me..my voice is exactly like " bapak doraemon " now.. tomorrow sharp at 6.00 am i have to wake up take a bath.. wear a contact lens ( tak penting pun ). wear my baju kurung... and stand in front of the mirror and tell my self that i can do it.. this idea came from tze lun.. the ex-head prefect.. at first it sounds weird and lame... but then when i think about how i want to build up my self-confidence to face the paper tomorrow.. i think talking to yourself is the best way because you know yourself better.. so dun be afraid to talk to yourself.. because it will definitely make yourself well-prepared for any upcoming event.. thanks tze lun... well i have studied two years for this particular exam... i can do it.. and if i can do it.. all of you can do it.. we all can do it... like obama said " yes we can!!! " hence we can do it.. as we know what we are capable of.. soo just do it... get it over with.. and celebrate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-73177573999658177?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/73177573999658177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=73177573999658177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/73177573999658177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/73177573999658177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm.html' title='SPM'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SReulask2WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6cKSsR4oUKw/s72-c/nokia+mami+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-3426270393708620561</id><published>2008-10-27T12:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:37:28.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nak update blog tapi malas</title><content type='html'>malas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan malas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye im doing my chemistry.. hahahaha gelak kat lawak sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so pissed today because i didnt get any call from people.. i did get one call.. but i was driving that time. and my mum was like paranoid if i took the call and she will be like " miya baru dapat lesen cube jadi pemandu berhemah sikit ". soo to avoid that sentence i dont pick up ppl call when im driving.. arghh.. im so bored.. msn buat hal lah... dah dapat masuk pastu tetibe dier ckp . " your connection has failed " maner ko tau dah fail.. huh.. sakit hati tul.. boring giler.. nak makan subway!!!!.. ohh yeah.. btw i got new story... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's yesterday.. i was given a duty to pick up my mum from subang airport at 6 pm.. my sister ask me to pick her up because she coudnt make it.. i was at shah alams starbucks to do my studies.. and then all of sudden my teacher called to pick my pafa certificate.. it was at 6 pm.. i was so late.. i got zillion angry godzilla hulk ultraman call from my sister and my mum.. i was so tensed... in a great bulky volvo car..  i could drive only 15 minutes from subang to subang airport... but all of a sudden..theres a pemandu cacat infront of me ( im not trying to be mean but i was tensed ) soo i cant control his driving im stuck behind him for about half an hour.. pastu biler dah sampai kene marahl.. sampai nangis.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is to not drive behind the pemandu cacat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-3426270393708620561?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/3426270393708620561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=3426270393708620561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/3426270393708620561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/3426270393708620561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-houses.html' title='nak update blog tapi malas'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-975573051826648790</id><published>2008-10-18T22:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:28:53.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation day</title><content type='html'>before graduation day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- every morning i will go to mcd and have my breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- every morning i will have to write down the word of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- every morning i will have my coffee in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- every day at random time i will slap azim's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- every break time i will eat with ismail,shaz,naim,hasnul,naj,sha,ddy,yimin,hazmi,azim,hazman,zieman,leonard,naj etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- every period i will go to toilet.. ( sumpah aku tak tau asal )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- every lunch all of us wil gossip and make fun to one another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when school ends all of us will meet at guard house.. and say goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on graduation day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day that all of us will cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day where all of us reveal our true colors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day where we will remember the bonding of friendship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day we realize the kindness of  the educators..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day we end our schooling program..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day we wish to come again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after graduation day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that i will miss the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more mcd breakfast and coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more LAWAD ( learn a word a day )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more break time with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more fooling a around with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more laughing with the whole class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more gossiping about what happen at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more hugging friends everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more going to the toilet to check my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more kacau-ing cikgu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more slapping azim ( this is the bonding of our friendship )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more flirting with hazmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more eating snacks in front of teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more playing games in class  ( mafia and taboo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more playing truant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more getting candy from ej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more DANCING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more SINGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more PERFORMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh.. this whole post just going to make me cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to miss all the good and bad moments i had in sri kl.. with all my friends and teachers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went all ups and downs together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care.. i love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqjWpfc8zI/AAAAAAAAALM/OjyW5X8-bmA/s1600-h/DSC07160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqjWpfc8zI/AAAAAAAAALM/OjyW5X8-bmA/s320/DSC07160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258695124398699314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqjXMueg0I/AAAAAAAAALc/UCNifsiAEtg/s1600-h/DSC07168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqjXMueg0I/AAAAAAAAALc/UCNifsiAEtg/s320/DSC07168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258695133856957250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;performing with anisha j anne amy tee andre sean and william chua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqjXucrXwI/AAAAAAAAALk/8bSKP2reidY/s1600-h/DSC07171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqjXucrXwI/AAAAAAAAALk/8bSKP2reidY/s320/DSC07171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258695142909107970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my class teacher that i will miss the most.. pn devaleela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh8qgsYjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NKc-A_hnf0M/s1600-h/DSC07147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh8qgsYjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NKc-A_hnf0M/s320/DSC07147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258693578484113970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kawan saye wey jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh9QidFII/AAAAAAAAAKs/cxWtoKeKzZk/s1600-h/DSC07148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh9QidFII/AAAAAAAAAKs/cxWtoKeKzZk/s320/DSC07148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258693588692046978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cousin dier.. mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh9iHZO1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/gRvlduWIDEo/s1600-h/DSC07149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh9iHZO1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/gRvlduWIDEo/s320/DSC07149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258693593410386770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my pretty friend.. ddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh970WqVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7onWNGAlmqI/s1600-h/DSC07151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh970WqVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7onWNGAlmqI/s320/DSC07151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258693600309848402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shaz and naim... kawan yang aku takkan lupa sampai mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh-Yd76VI/AAAAAAAAALE/z9vDjRXVHHE/s1600-h/DSC07159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqh-Yd76VI/AAAAAAAAALE/z9vDjRXVHHE/s320/DSC07159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258693608000448850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when receiving folder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf33g1pCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0FXCXzsBpdI/s1600-h/DSC07140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf33g1pCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0FXCXzsBpdI/s320/DSC07140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258691297051780130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AJ&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf4e6voYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0ry9ELPvO8Y/s1600-h/DSC07141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf4e6voYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0ry9ELPvO8Y/s320/DSC07141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258691307629420930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AJ, ha yi min, beloved mr chew teck ann, and mw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf5GXmVuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e77RGSfOnME/s1600-h/DSC07142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf5GXmVuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e77RGSfOnME/s320/DSC07142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258691318219429602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anisha and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf5gvbWEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eamAeFQX4dg/s1600-h/DSC07144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf5gvbWEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eamAeFQX4dg/s320/DSC07144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258691325298694210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my toy boy hazmi and me ( hazmi is soo hot!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf6I1XtNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pyx68C8nJFM/s1600-h/DSC07145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqf6I1XtNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pyx68C8nJFM/s320/DSC07145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258691336061039826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my bestfriend and secret box... mohd azim che mokhtar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-975573051826648790?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/975573051826648790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=975573051826648790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/975573051826648790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/975573051826648790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation-day.html' title='graduation day'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SPqjWpfc8zI/AAAAAAAAALM/OjyW5X8-bmA/s72-c/DSC07160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-8433339667150296675</id><published>2008-10-06T15:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:05:41.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unbreakable friendship</title><content type='html'>- three of us may have ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three of us may feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three of us could do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three of us could choose the best options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three of us may not forget each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three of us have a special thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three of us have each others back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three of us must not leave one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three of us must not ignore one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three of us may stay forever three bestfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- theres no me and him only.. but theres only three of us.. forever and ever trio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpu20tGPoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DK89jXg8fkY/s1600-h/Image081a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpu20tGPoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DK89jXg8fkY/s320/Image081a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254133803420892802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpuPD9eCsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GPO3JGTzXgk/s1600-h/Image077a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpuPD9eCsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GPO3JGTzXgk/s320/Image077a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254133120321325762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpuPSGehHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DT6R16iYkQI/s1600-h/Image078a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpuPSGehHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DT6R16iYkQI/s320/Image078a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254133124117202034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpuPnzQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pq7j9RclBYU/s1600-h/Image079a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpuPnzQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pq7j9RclBYU/s320/Image079a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254133129942199458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpuQHWFxxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vbMRt_9U-p4/s1600-h/Image082a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpuQHWFxxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vbMRt_9U-p4/s320/Image082a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254133138409768722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-8433339667150296675?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/8433339667150296675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=8433339667150296675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/8433339667150296675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/8433339667150296675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/10/unbreakable-friendship.html' title='unbreakable friendship'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpu20tGPoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DK89jXg8fkY/s72-c/Image081a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-3736431904811733867</id><published>2008-10-06T15:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:50:17.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hari raya!!</title><content type='html'>i got alot of duit raya on the first day of raya, all my uncles and aunts gave duit raya to me.. but it was very hard to woke up in the morning because i slept for only 3 hours since i got back from klang too buy baju raya at 4 am.. but it was a really special day for me..soo heres the pica..enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqIiEu0MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-3gbbb_WIEM/s1600-h/C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqIiEu0MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-3gbbb_WIEM/s320/C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254128610099253442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;duit raya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqI392USI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bS9Pg5X-h_o/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqI392USI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bS9Pg5X-h_o/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254128615975964962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from left: both of my niece ana and ilin followed by my cousin the chubby one amylia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqJQzUf9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/79DWgXY76iQ/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqJQzUf9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/79DWgXY76iQ/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254128622642692050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all my guy cousin except for the guy hu wears jeans with red baju melayu.. believe it or not.. he is my uncle.. and he is 17... my step uncle.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqJkwy7QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1x-dg-iaSmA/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqJkwy7QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1x-dg-iaSmA/s320/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254128628000812290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this pix is taken according to their age.. the eldest will be my uncle hu wears light blue baju raya and the youngest will be my aunt hu wears green baju kurung..my mum is right beside my uncle hu wears the light blue baju melayu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqJvGTqdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9qMVkA-_sP0/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqJvGTqdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9qMVkA-_sP0/s320/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254128630775392722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is with their wife and husband respectively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo thats it..actually i took a lot of picture.. but .. i better keep it to myself.. hahaha.. soo selamat hari raya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-3736431904811733867?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/3736431904811733867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=3736431904811733867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/3736431904811733867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/3736431904811733867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='selamat hari raya!!'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SOpqIiEu0MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-3gbbb_WIEM/s72-c/C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-8516447895322286154</id><published>2008-09-25T12:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:19:05.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trial is OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>after 2 cups of kapal api every night, burning the midnight oil, sleep for only 4 hours a day, study till nervous breakdown, now it is finally over... the trial.!!! arghh.. i feel so relieved.. because of trial i dun have a time to pluck my eyebrow , shave my leg , dancing a around like retard kid and update mw supreme, as u all know, we are going to raya in a few days.. weee.!! cant wait for ketupat,long tong, rendang ayam, lemang,dodol, any food that only available during hari raya season.. i dun really mind about the duit raya.. i just love to eat.. and even if i have hundreds of duit raya.. ill spend it on food.. just on food.. not for shopping...i am a girl hu eats alot and have high metabolism rate.. because i will take a big crap 1hour after dinner... or any food.. i love my body.. it can withstand high amount of food.. haha..i will be going to penang during this raya season.. ill go to the place where it is most populated by mosquito.. nak jalan mane mane kene bawak ridsect goodnite.. jumper nyamuk jer spray..i am really allergic to nyamuk.. and nyamuk loves me soo much.. there was one time .. i wore a very thick and long pants...seriously.. i was in the car and the nyamuk bit me on my thigh..wtf...mosquito is the only species that goes into my pants without my freaking permission.. i hate them.. tak sekolah punye nyamuk!!! nasib baik life span ko pendek.. maybe they think that they could get a lot of food source from my blood.. since i eat alot.. dah ah malas nak pikir aper nyamuk pikir.. mesti nyamuk ade buat advertisement pasal aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvEWAXjnMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xRAP0FQ1ZQ8/s1600-h/mosquito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvEWAXjnMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xRAP0FQ1ZQ8/s320/mosquito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250005672965414082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk A : hey.. my other stupid insect of the same spesies with me wassap?!!&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk B: ouhh..its not going well dude.. i think im dying because i do not suck any human blood recently&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk A: holy shit dude!! no way im going to let u die.. dun be such a mosqsy( a term of pussy in nyamuks language)&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk B: i dunno. i cant track any human being recently.. how do you gain so much weight till u                      cant fly?&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk A: hah?!! thats why.. ive been spending the rest of my life sucking miya's blood..&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk B: OMFG!!! by only sucking miyas blood u can gain so much nutrients and fats?&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk A: yerp..thats why im healthy and strong ..&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk B: wow.. now i know how to stay healthy and strong like youl&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk A&amp;amp;B : sucks miyas blood,its good its fresh it has all u wanted..sucks miyas blood now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.. whenever u see nyamuk.. they are neither kind nor clever... they are a population that i put below an illegal imigran seeps into our country..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengok.. daripada sedap sedap cerita pasal raya jadi cerita pasal nyamuk pulak.. nyamuk mmg ruin my post ouhh.. arghh.. dah sedap dah citer pasal rendang ngan lemang.. skang da takde idea nak cakap pasal ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvHJA4oz6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/zVU7w35zhBA/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvHJA4oz6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/zVU7w35zhBA/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250008748300750754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        me with my favourite cute cousin.. icha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvHJT3cLMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AVI6pSKhW8s/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvHJT3cLMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AVI6pSKhW8s/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250008753396001986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   mula2 study ...cehhh mcm ok jer.. semangat nak study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvHJirunhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ns3sqlVVVgg/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvHJirunhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ns3sqlVVVgg/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250008757373410834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             dah nak habis study.. mata mmg dah pecah dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvHKWj8WVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oossY3rSP7w/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvHKWj8WVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oossY3rSP7w/s320/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250008771299400018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       yeay sekarang trial dah habis..mate dah tak bengkak..weee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-8516447895322286154?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/8516447895322286154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=8516447895322286154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/8516447895322286154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/8516447895322286154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/09/trial-is-over.html' title='trial is OVER!!!'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNvEWAXjnMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xRAP0FQ1ZQ8/s72-c/mosquito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-7047429919521621569</id><published>2008-09-19T07:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:14:16.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my 'too much of cartoon' sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNOW4c2iVjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YXO-SUQ6zcg/s1600-h/Image215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNOW4c2iVjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YXO-SUQ6zcg/s320/Image215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247703887378535986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my sister...her name is diena wong... did i mention she is 5 years older than me?...in this picture or outside of the picture.. she looks like 15 years old japenese girl who likes to watch anime untill she became one of the anime character... she has no cornea because the iris seem to cover whole of her eyeball when shes smile too 'animely' ..refer to the picture above.. observe carefully..her eyes were not close when this picture was taken..this is like optical illusion..she is actually staring at you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is cartoon freak... she watches cartoon 55% of her time... her favourite channels are nickelodean, cartoon network, disney channel and sumtimes ceria ' this is when our nieces are around because they want to watch tom tom bak'. from watching cartoon to making cartoon... she designed her own cartoon and create her own cartoon game.. her sketch of character will be beyond your imagination..  these are her sketches i stole from her hardisk... u will enter her world at this second..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNObnuMXEOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1h_LMKczA-Y/s1600-h/DSC03171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNObnuMXEOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1h_LMKczA-Y/s320/DSC03171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247709097533837538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; observe the lil girl.. as you can see, she has a mango head.. this is how cartoonish my sister is...&lt;br /&gt;keep observing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNObnIEpKPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OYIsPGP7xXo/s1600-h/DSC03163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNObnIEpKPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OYIsPGP7xXo/s320/DSC03163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247709087300921586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        i bet she drew this when shes hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNObneSXBXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oelS4hOZ8mE/s1600-h/DSC03165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNObneSXBXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oelS4hOZ8mE/s320/DSC03165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247709093264033138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i cant even intepret this picture.. i dunno what has got into my sister head till she can drew this undiscovered character.. it looks like a female alien that has a tongue of frog ,wears nighties and placed an ultraman mask at the back of her head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNOboSjth_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tHINpQg1C0g/s1600-h/DSC03200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNOboSjth_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tHINpQg1C0g/s320/DSC03200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247709107295455218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        this is a mushroom house where the roof wears a g-string...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNOboPGVUmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/F4pfEXC8j4A/s1600-h/DSC03174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNOboPGVUmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/F4pfEXC8j4A/s320/DSC03174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247709106366927458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   the fish was trying to eat the half-boiled egg eventhough u cant find such things in the sea..&lt;br /&gt;the babies.. the left one was truly innocent... the right one is shin-chan wanna be..&lt;br /&gt;and the 8 shape bottle looks like my bottle when i was 4 years ole..&lt;br /&gt;the cow looks like it has a face of a cow and a body of man who wears 'ihram'.. it doesnt have leg.. cool isnt it!!&lt;br /&gt;and the image beside the cow looks like an amoeba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet none of your sis has a brain like my sis.. because her imagination is very high and its way beyond a normal person imagination of cartoon land.. she has a thousand of sketches that u will achieve migraine just by looking at it.. u could find the character that u never seen in cartoon channel or in your own imagination in her sketches.. she had once drew a girl that has body of watermelon, a group of alien listening to ipod, a stoning mushroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now shes studying in MMU.. she has been admired by a lot of people because of her sketch.. not many could do drawings like my sis does.. she is one of a kind.. and i really proud to be her sister.. * standing like statue of liberty with wide smile*... i love her soo much.. and our sister-bond is really really strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNOk81croLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/u7fKxGYJxkw/s1600-h/ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNOk81croLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/u7fKxGYJxkw/s320/ac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247719355863244978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;picture of the day... i just took it just now when i was at ac.. the picture was taken after school .. after the sufferings of doing sejarah paper 2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-7047429919521621569?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/7047429919521621569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=7047429919521621569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7047429919521621569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7047429919521621569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-too-much-of-cartoon-sister.html' title='my &apos;too much of cartoon&apos; sister'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SNOW4c2iVjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YXO-SUQ6zcg/s72-c/Image215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-1041719158606107347</id><published>2008-09-12T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:57:58.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my driving test.</title><content type='html'>i was so nervous to attend for my driving test, they said that d jpj are very garang and strict.. and that day was the last day of driving test until next hari raya.. so its like my only chance to pass for my driving test.. if i failed i have to wait for another 4 weeks to repeat the same shit. soo as i was typing&lt;----- lame.. , i woke up at 7.30 am.. and took my bath.. breakfast.. tak tak aku pose.. :)  and went to metro.. i took my test card.. and went to jpj room.. my number was 56k.. after i have registered my number.. i sat down and wait for my turn.. i just lay my ass on the chair and my teacher called my number.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;instructor : siapa 56K ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: saye encik..&lt;br /&gt;instructor: ok get ready untuk test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was so nervous this time.. i read every doa i could remember... even doa makan.. and then i saw the guy.. the guy who will determined my future with my car on hari raya jalan pg rumah kawan mintak duit raya..he looks very strict, he wears shade like the men in black, with his tidy police-like uniform and he hold my test card.. i could feel my rectum was contracting vigorously trying to excrete the faeces due to the excessive amount of adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jpj: ok awak boleh masuk dalam kereta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm.. ssssssaaya lettak begg japp ( sumpah gagap skit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jpj: ok jalan jer terus tak payah check aksesori..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: betul tak yah nie cik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jpj: betul tak yah( i kinda doubt him at first because he could say that and then&lt;br /&gt;he could simply fail me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oook.. ( jpj nie tak nak bagi aku jalan ker)  encik, nie nak pegi jalan maner nie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jpj: jalan maner kamu nak? ( omg! once that sentence came out from his mouth.. i knew he is the type that 'as long as you can drive you can pass..' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: jalan 3 ( the shortest and the easiest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jpj:ok .. awak nie half chinese ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ( with proud ) tak lah saya 3 suku cina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jpj: ehh asal plak 3 suku cina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: sebab bapak saya pure cina , mak saya half cina.. so jadi 3 suku cina lah.. hahahha ( aku gelak sorang2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jpj: hmmm..jap eyh saye nak angkat call.. herloo.. hmphh asslamuailaikum.. yer yer.. daging 3 cincang.. yer yer... ehh adik masuk gear 2.. yer yer.. jangan lupe 3 cincang daging..aku dah order awal2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (giler cool jpj nie..) smiling broadly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo i pass the jalanraya.. and then we went to metro back and getting ready for my  bukit,parking,3 point turn test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pass that part.. so in conclusion, i pass my driving test..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo i went home.. and told my family.. they were so happy because now i have lessen their burden to send me to school or to pick me up from school.. i can go anywhere by my self.. and be safe.. thats the important thing.. i m no longer an illegal driver.. i cant wait to drive during hari raya.. yeayyy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMqrFWOSGRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zaamaMEDgZ4/s1600-h/Image226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMqrFWOSGRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zaamaMEDgZ4/s320/Image226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245192824379545874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                               nervous2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post: my 'too much of cartoon' sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-1041719158606107347?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/1041719158606107347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=1041719158606107347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/1041719158606107347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/1041719158606107347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-driving-test.html' title='my driving test.'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMqrFWOSGRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zaamaMEDgZ4/s72-c/Image226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-182015911266184792</id><published>2008-09-10T10:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:07:13.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the too friendly mamak waiter at nandos</title><content type='html'>last sunday, i went to nandos in pyramid to break fast with my sistah and my papa.. soo once i stepped into the restaurant..there he appear.. the truly black mamak... he is very friendly.. he even get us a table eventhough it was actually full and reserved for sum1 else if im not mistaken...so when we were trying to figure out what to order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mamak: hmphh order cepat sikit kang tak dapat makanan plak.. melangut tengok org bukak pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak: ehhh!! mcmnie ker layan customer.. what happen to the customer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak: baiklah (in pondan-ish way) .. cik, cik mahu makan aper.. ? ( this goes with a broad sarcastic(i know what is the meaning of that word oredi ok!!) smile on his face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kakak: bagi roti satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak: ingat nie kedai mamak ker.. ane bagi teh tarik satu ( dier tgh bengang skit kot maser nie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak: lol, sorry.. bagi 1/4 chicken and 2 sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak: ok .. ade ape ape lagi tak nak order.. nie puasa ker tak nie.. mcm tak jer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak: tak takde aper aper lagi.. orang puasa lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: bagi air kosong satu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mamak: dah bape kali aku ckp . nie bukan kedai mamak.. air mineral jer ader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: oklah bagi air mineral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so  when he served us the mineral water.. all of a sudden a thought of not to drink that water crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miya: abang.. boleh delete tak mineral nie..rase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mcm tak nak minum dah lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak: ( with bengang face ) ko ingat aku nie komputer boleh delete2.. boleh boleh boleh.. kejap ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mamak: hmph ader aper aper tak nak "delete" lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya:takper lah bang. takde dah .. abg jgn marah.. takut sayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo when the break fast time has announced.. we buka puasa with kurma.. and with this new ramadhan menu from nandos.. it is called ' chips in peri sauce' omg.. its better than S**.  the taste was so superb delicious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually like my peri corn with peri powder.. soo i asked the mamak to give me some extra peri powder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: abang nak peri powder bang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak: nah.. ( he gave me one full plate of peri powder.. i can even made a love shape on it.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: nie mcm marah  jer bang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak: MANEDE MARAH............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMfeoLCgHdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IYhbJTr4jcg/s1600-h/Image218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMfeoLCgHdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IYhbJTr4jcg/s320/Image218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244405072835648978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; see he gave me damn alot of peri powder.. hehhe .. i manage to finish half of the peri powder and made a love shape at the center of the peri powder...creative am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMfgeLRuTjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JNtNnXuS2gA/s1600-h/Image219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMfgeLRuTjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JNtNnXuS2gA/s320/Image219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407100124057138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nyum nyumm.. dah habish!!.. sedap.. banyak pulak chips dier bagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMfgeghoh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/seZInmgzQPo/s1600-h/Image228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMfgeghoh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/seZInmgzQPo/s320/Image228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407105827932050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pastu.. esok macam biaser.. ahh..  bangun sahur.. nie mmg muke seposen aku mase pukul 5.15am.. when my dad called me 6times to wake me up..hidung berminyak lagi..hahah.. kalau hidung aku dah berminyak mcmnie..hidung ismail macamaner pulak.. hahaah... jk AJ.. i &lt;3 u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i am really nervous to go for my driving test tomooro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post: my driving test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-182015911266184792?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/182015911266184792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=182015911266184792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/182015911266184792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/182015911266184792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-friendly-mamak-waiter-at-nandos.html' title='the too friendly mamak waiter at nandos'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMfeoLCgHdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IYhbJTr4jcg/s72-c/Image218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-7853779806205145024</id><published>2008-09-07T11:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:02:23.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the holy-est day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4KM57cyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NuUz46oiEYM/s1600-h/Image135.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4KM57cyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NuUz46oiEYM/s1600-h/Image135.jpg"&gt;last friday, we were getting ready to go and break fast at school... organised by ustad,,, soo firstly, i went to ismails house and waited for shaz...it was 5.30pm.. bajek bajek sempat lah sebab nak tunggu anak sidek nie kan.. soo by the time shaz came to ismail house.. it was already 6.15pm... soo we were still bajek bajek sempat sampai skolah on time.. this is what we do to kill time. we took picture because that was the only day i wore a proper baju kurung yang selalu di pakai oleh kak long2 yang belajar di uitm..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4KM57cyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NuUz46oiEYM/s1600-h/Image135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4KM57cyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NuUz46oiEYM/s320/Image135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243307245335966498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    first picture adalah sukses... muke shaz.. macam bajek2 comel lah mcm mamat jepun pun ader...ismail mcm hero playboy hindustan tetapi mereka berdua adalah jantung hati ku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP6iSJUWLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XXskA_ZwAKA/s1600-h/Image139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP6iSJUWLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XXskA_ZwAKA/s320/Image139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243309858082805938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i edited this picture because it looks ok than the ori one because this picture ,me, shaz and ismail we were actually tried to stop laughing and tried to be serious and take picture.. hmphh.. PALING lah serious.. tgk gambar kat bawah nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4KB_WxkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SUu20FbXXXM/s1600-h/Image139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4KB_WxkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SUu20FbXXXM/s320/Image139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243307242405938754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aku dengan ismail dah kontrol senyum dah kat camera..  bajet bajet nak buat gambar tiga sekawan.. shaz TERBEK dohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo.. after we have posing2 ambik gambar ( my england very good one ) .. it was already 6.30... it was late already.. we still bajet2 that we can make it on time.. hmphh.. on time ape?!!! we faced havoc traffic jam.. macam semua org kat shah alam nak pergi skolah aku bukak pose sekali... we were quite late.. sampai2 jer semua org dah start bace doa.. with involuntary action, all of sudden both of our hands raised and doa together with them.. while walking towards the canteen where everybody were staring at us... after doa.. we ate a bit because after that we were going to do maghrib prayers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4K2s2rwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kmn0hoFswCM/s1600-h/Image213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4K2s2rwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kmn0hoFswCM/s320/Image213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243307256555417346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for shaz, eat a bit means ' 1 mangkok of bubur lambok, 3 cups of sirap , 2 bowls of baso(makanan popular ustad) ' aku rase ade jin gemok dalam badan die. shaz is one guy that never says kenyang.. nie mcm makan tak bace bismillah jer------- gambar chalid sebagai hiasan sahaja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4KZkHslI/AAAAAAAAAEk/47uurH5JL_w/s1600-h/Image224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4KZkHslI/AAAAAAAAAEk/47uurH5JL_w/s320/Image224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243307248734155346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sooo... this is  the telekung that i wore during that night.. hehe.. ader bunge2 lagi.. but.. i really did pray and do sembahyang hajat.. pray for god forgiveness, pray that my parents will always be healthy and nothing bad will happen to them and to lipat gandakan their rezeki, pray that all my  friends will do well in spm.. kang kalau bagitau lebih2 tak termakbul doa.. sooo... i had a really good holy time with my friends.. and that single night mademe realize to try to be a better person in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allah mengasihi semua umat nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMQIM6uQIbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nKAw5WKNTXs/s1600-h/Image203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMQIM6uQIbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nKAw5WKNTXs/s320/Image203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243324884180804018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;selamat berpose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post: the too friendly mamak waiter at nandos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-7853779806205145024?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/7853779806205145024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=7853779806205145024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7853779806205145024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7853779806205145024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-est-day-of-my-life.html' title='the holy-est day of my life'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SMP4KM57cyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NuUz46oiEYM/s72-c/Image135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-7055661641003656977</id><published>2008-09-02T06:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:39:02.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dont mess with my bro!!</title><content type='html'>today.. in the morning i was coughing blood due to my tonsils.. but i still went to school because i do not want to miss add maths.. after add maths.. i phoned my brother to pick me up to go to clinic.. we went to clinic and pay for the med bill.. when i was in the car with my brother.. my brother's annoying admirer called him.. she always taught that my bro likes her.. but my bro doesnt.. this is what she got from my brother for being to annoying.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*the conversation was in bm(shah alam accent)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;admirer: hey awak dengan saper tu?!! dgn pompuan lain eh ( look how annoying she is.. she is not even my bro gf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro: asal tibe2 timbul masalah..takder masalah jangan lah bagi ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; masalah... (my bro was really annoyed this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admirer: tadi saye dengar sore pompuan mase awak angkat fon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro: tu adik saye lah awak.. adik saye tgh sakit tekak berdarah tau tak ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admirer: awak jangan nak tipu.. saye tau lah tu bukan suara adik awak.. ( this has already burn my brother.. my brothers face was so red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my great bro: awak nie apehal?!!! saye ambik adik saye sebab dier sakit.. takkan saye nak bagi dier sakit. awak nie gila eyhh.. sebab awak boring awak saje nak timbulkan masalah kan.. saje sebab takde hiburan la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in kan.. yer lah ikut perangai anak sakai.. puak sakai kan takde hiburan.. duduk dalam hutan... duduk diam2 lepas tu sentap rambut kakak dier.. itulah dunia hiburan diorang kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admirer: saye cume tanyer jer..jangan lah marah2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro: itu bukan tanye awak... itu nak bagi saye sakit kepala tengah panas.. awak mmg takde keje kan..saje je bagi orang sakit hati.. ape kater awak gigit tisu duduk kat penjuru bilik lepas tu lambai kat polis kalau awak takde keje sangat.. jangan kacau saye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he off the fon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the admire taught that she could mess with my bro.. but at the end... my bro told evrything in her face.. thats the result for being too annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat berpose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SL0x4jrHl_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-QY8KdBQRS4/s1600-h/Image207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SL0x4jrHl_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-QY8KdBQRS4/s320/Image207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241400389047654386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                  2/9/08-was taken when i was in clinic.. dr tu lambat... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-7055661641003656977?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/7055661641003656977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=7055661641003656977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7055661641003656977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7055661641003656977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-mess-with-my-bro.html' title='dont mess with my bro!!'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SL0x4jrHl_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-QY8KdBQRS4/s72-c/Image207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-4723270050938278387</id><published>2008-08-31T22:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:12:09.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its Fasting Month!!!</title><content type='html'>wow!! ive been waiting for this month to be a good muslim.. in this month.. firstly, fasting is good for your health it gives your digestion system a rest.. secondly, we believe in this month we will have ' a lipat ganda of pahala' if we make a good deeds.. we also have 'terawih' where every night in puasa month we will go to mosque and perform our prayers... the best thing is.. during fasting month there will be bazaar ramadhan where all the delicious food that we can only eat during fasting month will be waiting for us.. our fasting period will be from sahur which is around 4.00 am and until maghrib ( 7.30pm) we will break fast...for the next point, fasting will make ur body from&lt;br /&gt;this-------&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLtTzoxaDBI/AAAAAAAAADU/2-EcXpqd11M/s1600-h/Image192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLtTzoxaDBI/AAAAAAAAADU/2-EcXpqd11M/s320/Image192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240874737958784018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this----------&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLtUjKbNQuI/AAAAAAAAADc/O7nBbDU_9ac/s1600-h/the+simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLtUjKbNQuI/AAAAAAAAADc/O7nBbDU_9ac/s320/the+simpson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240875554446328546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its kinda hard to change my bed time.. i have to sleep earlier... so that i could wake up early to have my sahur..but it could discipline me.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i miss sleeping till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLtVZRR_FbI/AAAAAAAAADk/EtfRMHmVvQI/s1600-h/Image197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLtVZRR_FbI/AAAAAAAAADk/EtfRMHmVvQI/s320/Image197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240876483999634866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        my niece,ana: iku iku!! bangun sahur..&lt;br /&gt;                                                    iku,mw: yo lah yo lah..!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                     actually i just took this picture just now.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;                                                     we were watching movie..haha.. naah.. it was family guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wat we could do during fasting month( a good month)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) fasting &lt;-------- duhhhh&lt;br /&gt;2) pray for god forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;3) be a good muslim&lt;br /&gt;4) give alms to poor people&lt;br /&gt;5) help those in need&lt;br /&gt;6) invite people to break fast together&lt;br /&gt;7) go for terawih&lt;br /&gt;8) give zakat&lt;br /&gt;9) not to do anything undesirable&lt;br /&gt;10) buy sufficient delicious food from bazaar ramadhan  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things that will 'batal' our puasa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) not fasting unless u have a period or u are really sick or u will die if u fast..&lt;br /&gt;2) dig any hole on your body...eg: your ear,nose,_____ fill in the blank&lt;br /&gt;3) curse someone&lt;br /&gt;4) masturbate&lt;br /&gt;5) have sex&lt;br /&gt;6) watch porn&lt;br /&gt;7) fainted &lt;br /&gt;8) sleeping for the whole day&lt;br /&gt;9) wear exposed outfit&lt;br /&gt;10) puke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all muslim.. this is a lil poem for ya&lt;br /&gt;jika hati sejernih air,  jangan dibiar ia keruh,&lt;br /&gt;jika hati seputih awan, jangan biar ia mendung,&lt;br /&gt;jika hati seindah bulan, kekalkan ia dlm iman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- this is extract from a text message i got from my friend   ,selamat berpuasa..    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLtbUciEnII/AAAAAAAAADs/6KKlaJSQukI/s1600-h/Image191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLtbUciEnII/AAAAAAAAADs/6KKlaJSQukI/s320/Image191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240882998190316674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-4723270050938278387?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/4723270050938278387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=4723270050938278387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/4723270050938278387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/4723270050938278387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-fasting-month.html' title='its Fasting Month!!!'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLtTzoxaDBI/AAAAAAAAADU/2-EcXpqd11M/s72-c/Image192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-3460306335717607685</id><published>2008-08-30T23:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:26:50.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>merdeka!!!!</title><content type='html'>yesterday was all about fun fun fun fun fun fun and fun fun ... after ai lins great pool party.. me n megat went back to kgsaas.. we met wey jian(my new chinese rempit friend), ismail(tuan rumah) ,shazrin ( my lovely petbro),nabil( the marlboro man ), andmany more... shazrin was singing a chinese song... it was soo funny when he did all the emotional move that has always be seen in emo video clip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c1632b98f9c1fd2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c1632b98f9c1fd2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330040406%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2876338D99CF1017CF8FCACC0DC5D17614804C87.5FD46464DACE519B6F7D125D4CCAFE6453575E95%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c1632b98f9c1fd2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnOXnY68ZXuZ-tF-DzlUgPgwL5Q4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c1632b98f9c1fd2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330040406%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2876338D99CF1017CF8FCACC0DC5D17614804C87.5FD46464DACE519B6F7D125D4CCAFE6453575E95%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c1632b98f9c1fd2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnOXnY68ZXuZ-tF-DzlUgPgwL5Q4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were soo hyper.. we watch a lot of fire works... and some of them were playing with the buggy.. they were soo out of their mind.. and i was kinda serabut because i was sick and tired.. i slept for only 4 hours.. i did a mistake.. if i had enuff sleep i cud at least stay longer.. but i really had fun with them.. laughing my ass off.. well ... what wud i do without them... i love my friends more than everything.... thank you for the great nite ever guys..next event.. NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-3460306335717607685?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8c1632b98f9c1fd2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/3460306335717607685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=3460306335717607685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/3460306335717607685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/3460306335717607685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka.html' title='merdeka!!!!'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-1417200260848322786</id><published>2008-08-28T11:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:30:04.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the picture of the day</title><content type='html'>after maths period.. we went to agama room to search for ustad... but ustad didnt come today.. so we just stood outside of the agama room and chit chat.. me,hazman and azim..so, hazman was bored.. he decided to punch azims nuts.. so this is azims reaction.. i felt sorry for you azim.. he laid on the ground.. with pitching sound came out from his mouth after his balls got wacked.. i think he was asking for help or screamming in pain.. i dunno.. but it sure was a great moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLbDlZs_e1I/AAAAAAAAADM/5fJ_gsTjgc0/s1600-h/Image179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLbDlZs_e1I/AAAAAAAAADM/5fJ_gsTjgc0/s320/Image179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239590263814323026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is azims trying to stand. hazman was laughing this time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-1417200260848322786?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/1417200260848322786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=1417200260848322786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/1417200260848322786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/1417200260848322786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/picture-of-day.html' title='the picture of the day'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLbDlZs_e1I/AAAAAAAAADM/5fJ_gsTjgc0/s72-c/Image179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-7919553612541693111</id><published>2008-08-27T11:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:18:46.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the 50% truth.</title><content type='html'>1. a person who says " dude,im gaining weight" or " omg! im very fat la " or " do you hear that? that growling sound..haha it came from my second stomach" is not fat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a person who loves to whisper to tell their secret usually has bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a person who has bad body odour loves to hug people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a person who said " walauweh.. the paper just now.. damn hard weyh.. " usually score good result in their exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. a person who comes to school and eat mcdonald for breakfast is miya.. &lt;----- this is 100% truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a person who creates attention in class usually has lack of attention at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. a person who smoke weed will success in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. a person who compose song is a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. a person who always make promise is untrustable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. a person who said to his/her life partner " i can't live without you" usually do not last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-7919553612541693111?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/7919553612541693111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=7919553612541693111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7919553612541693111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7919553612541693111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/50-truth.html' title='the 50% truth.'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-8503784624544143550</id><published>2008-08-26T07:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:12:42.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things that i felt sorry for</title><content type='html'>today my brother fetched me from school... we had great lunch at SACC..after that we went to my fathers shop in PKNS... apesal monitor aku nie tibe2 blank... ok its ok already... soo suddenly my brother was busy.. and i have to wait for him until he finishes all his work...  meantime, i was craving for some cookies or snacks.. so, i went to the bakery shop.. the shop sells cookies,muffin,tart, macam2 lah malas aku nak promote.. i wanted to buy the chocolate cookies in a packet.. but something else happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: kak saye nak cookies.. ( i was holding that packet of cookies in my hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cashier: kejap yer saye ambik cookies ... awak nak timbang ker...? nak bape ringgit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: (aku nie kat kedai cookies ker kat kedai india jual rempah nie... main timbang2 pulak)  err.. timbang aper kak...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cashier: cookies lah.. nie hah...( she put this one big jar of chocolate coated with oat on the table and showed it to me) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: akak tu aper tu...? tu bukan cookies lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casier: nie lah cookies ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: habeh yang saya pegang nie aper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cashier: tu chocolate chip....(with confident tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya:  takper lah kak saye tak jadi nak beli lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i have lost her image out of my sight.. theres a huge combination of emotion fuse in my feeling.. i wanted to laugh but i pity her because she doesnt know how to differentiate a simple thing as that.. maybe it is not her fault.. maybe her boss did not tell her..or maybe her boss did not know as well... or maybe she is the boss of the bakery shop.. she was so blur..when i ask her.. she will make the ' i dunt give a damn what u said.. i just want your money' face.. actually i dunno how to end this post soo.. its gonna be a boring one too.. and... i am blur like the kakak just now...arghh fuck it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-8503784624544143550?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/8503784624544143550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=8503784624544143550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/8503784624544143550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/8503784624544143550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-that-i-felt-sorry-for.html' title='things that i felt sorry for'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-5966677921485129188</id><published>2008-08-23T23:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:27:51.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nobita and doraemon are gay!!!</title><content type='html'>i cant believe they are gay... when i took a glance of this picture.it destroyed my childhood moment.. i tot that nobita loves sizuka.. but no...nobita is unfaithful bastard... he cheated on sizuka.. hes fucked up train wrecks.. arghhh... i hate them i hate them... i know that doraemon has everything and he can just grab in his pocket and give to nobita anything that he desire.. but not EVERYTHING in his pocket.. stupid big head blue alien cat ... take a look at this picture...and u guys will knoe how i feel... the picture was taken at nobitas room when his parents are in bed.. this is what they do everynight.. i cant believe it.. picture says a thousand word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLDTVvJxfzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lTqR62jJwJY/s1600-h/Image175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLDTVvJxfzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lTqR62jJwJY/s320/Image175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237918737020059442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why nobita... WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! u ruined my childhood moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLDTVvJxfzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lTqR62jJwJY/s1600-h/Image175.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-5966677921485129188?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/5966677921485129188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=5966677921485129188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/5966677921485129188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/5966677921485129188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/nobita-and-doraemon-are-gay.html' title='nobita and doraemon are gay!!!'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLDTVvJxfzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lTqR62jJwJY/s72-c/Image175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-7530870136241975079</id><published>2008-08-23T22:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:11:52.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how i survive from tonsils...</title><content type='html'>i have not update my blog for a long time because ive been suffering from this disease.. i always kena this disease... last time i got this disease once a month ( not my period ) . this disease is called TONSILS ... this is when my left throat will get swollen as big as my thumb.. especially my left throat....tonsils is worse than sorethroat it is like my sorethroat got sorethroat... if u have sorethroat u can still talk but your voice will not be that clear.. but if tonsils.. u cant even open your mouth because if you do open your mouth your throat will start to move and thats when it hurts..guess what? it comesin combo.. the cause of tonsils is because insufficient of water intake.. your body temperature will rise .. soo wat other disease can i get due to my rising body temperature..? of course its a goddamn fever,uncontrollable flam,flu, head dizziness and cough.. waaahh come in package..so chun wan... luckily my sister came yesterday.. i asked her to buy me some medicine...she told me what happen in the pharmacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak: errr .. ade ubat untuk sakit tekak tak? adik saye sakit tekak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pharmacist: ade ade.. tekak bengkak mcm mane...jenis sorethroat ker tonsils..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak: tekak bengkak mcm katak ( this is my sisters way how to explain that my throat is swollen )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pharmacist: ouhh tonsils lah tu.. nah ambik ubat nie.. ubat nie yang paling bagus sebab satu biji rm2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak: sooo nak ambik bape bijik nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pharmacist: 6 bijik lah so everything will be rm12..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak: (nasib baik aku sayang adik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you want to know what is my meal yesterday... 4 mangkuk of the same bubur... 4 bottle of plain water.. 1 cup of air asam jawa... which is really really sour .. its like a combination of unripe mango that has green skin and 1 cup of vinegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i peed 10 times yesterday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo... this is my how my tonsils look like.. i drew it soo u guys will know how bad it is.. and if your guys really want to know how big is my tonsils and to proof that my swollen throat is as big as my thumb.. PUT YOUR THUMB ON MY LEFT THROAT IN THIS PICTURE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLDFRKAl-NI/AAAAAAAAACM/u9JLVCH5K6U/s1600-h/tonsils.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLDFRKAl-NI/AAAAAAAAACM/u9JLVCH5K6U/s320/tonsils.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237903265167177938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it big? i am not shitting you guys..it is big..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-7530870136241975079?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/7530870136241975079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=7530870136241975079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7530870136241975079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/7530870136241975079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-i-survive-from-tonsils.html' title='how i survive from tonsils...'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SLDFRKAl-NI/AAAAAAAAACM/u9JLVCH5K6U/s72-c/tonsils.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-9170794444887060424</id><published>2008-08-14T09:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:08:24.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese movies,malay movies,hindustan movies.</title><content type='html'>chinese movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  costume diorang mcm maharaja masa kini...janggut laki mesti panjang sampai ke lutut.. pastu mesti diorang main main dgn janggut diorang... tak terpikir ker.. kalau maser diorang mandi janggut diorang tersekat celah kangkang... kan dah jadi spender janggut... kat kening diorang pun ader rambut panjang sampai kat leher.. diorang nie mmg nak buat spesies janggut alaf baru ker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. setiap 15 minit mesti ader pompuan masuk bagi minum teh.. asyik2 minum teh.. kalau teh lipton campur gula sedap la jugak.. teh diorang tawar.. bukan tawar jer kengkadang tengah minum tersangkut akar teh kat celah gigi..kalau tengok muker diorang macam garang lepas minum teh.. tuu nak kaver jer ..padahal gusi tengah berdarah tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. mmg dalam citer kungfu.. mesti ader adegan2 terbang sambil lawan... kengkadang diorang terbang siap lawan nak dekat 5 minit.. tak jatuh pulak... tapi biler nak pg istana diorang sampai nak mati jalan naik tangga mcm kat batu cave.. asal tak terbang jer.. director nie suker main dengan pemikiran penonton tau.kengkadang rase tertipu ouhh.. dah boleh terbang.. terbang jer lah. tak yah lah jalan.. tensyen aku tgk movie macam nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dalam bab emo.. mase suami isteri bergaduh... diorang cakap mesti tak pandang muke.. yang suami pandang tepat kat kamera.. yang isteri mesti duduk kat sofa belakang pastu pandang kat suami dier..cuber bayangkan kalau suami tengah marah marah.. tgk belakang isteri takder... tak ker malu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. kengkadang.. tukar channel tv.. pelakon samer jer.. tv1 rosyam nor tengah minum air, tv2 rosyam nor kat genting highland, tv3 rosyam nor tengah masuk dalam hutan.. tv 4 rosyam nor tengah makan kacang.. ( tv4 mane wujud...saje nak test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. dalam bab orang dah nak meninggal kat katil hospital..orang tu dah lah tenat.. pastu datang pulak anak dia tak dapat nak terima kenyataan terus serang katil bapak dier.. hentak hentak katil sampai nangis..mane lah tak mati bapak dier.. terus datang mengejut macam tu jer..  lepas tu biler dah meninggal tak nak pulak hentak katil tu.. ini baru betul anak tak gune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi satu biler orang dah nak mati.. nafas diorang dah sampai tahap tak boleh nak nafas dah mmg tahap nak mengucap.. baru nak mengucap anak dier bagi minum air.. pastu tersedak.. terus mati.. tak sempat mengucap.. org dah nak mati mane boleh bagi minum air.. saper director nie!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindustans movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nie faveret aku nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. perghh kalau nak tgk movie diorang.. selagi bontot tak lebam selagi tu tak sah.. movie diorang paling sekejap pun 3 jam.. kalah lord of the rings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. diorang setiap 1 5 minit.. kalau laki ckp i love you jer... terus start music.. pastu nari kat tanah padi.. mule mule tu takper lah.. ader dua orang jer nari... laki ngan pompuan.. sekali datang pulak sekumpulan mak cik mak cik bawak bakul nari sekali.. dah lah tak jemput.. main nari jer mak cik makcik nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. biler diorang nari.. setiap 45 saat tak sampai seminit pun mesti tukar baju.. pastu.. lagi 45minit. tukar baju lagi.. pastu tukar lagi tukar lagi.. tak basah ker ketiak diorang main tukar tukar baju.. aku sehari tukar 2 kali jer.. diorang sejam 6 kali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. dalam citer hindustan.. mmg susah nak cari hero yang dah shave janggut.. sebab baru shave tunggu 5minit tumbuh lagi kan... pasal tu lah.. hero selalu tak hensem.. tapi heroine hot giler.. walaupun perut berlipat-lipat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. bende paling lawak sekali.. biler diorang nak ckp englishh... meti campur campur dengan bahasa tamil skit.. contoh nyer " me bohoth thums biutipul hey" ( translation; you look soo beautiful today.. biutipul-beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. badan diorang confirm mesti berminyak.. kawan aku ckp.. sebelum diorang berlakon..diorang buat pesta mandi minyak dulu.. baru dpt restu.. tapi diorang buat mcm nie sebab nak bagi nampak badan diorang lagi tough.. aku pun tak tau asal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. biler bab tumbuk menumbuk... tangan belum sampai perut " debush"dah dengar dah... pastu setiap kali tumbuk.. bende same dengar.. debush debush .. pastu kalau nak nampak pelakon tu kene pukul teruk.. biler kene tumbuk kat muke .. darah kuar lat mulut tersembur sembur.. tipu ah tu...tu air sirap jer. mane boleh darah tibe2 keluar banyak2.. tgk aku kene tipu lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada yang membaca.. sorry.. kalau ader kater kater yang mengguris hati..bukan kalau.. mmg ader pun.. tapi ini semua kenyataan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiioww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-9170794444887060424?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/9170794444887060424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=9170794444887060424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/9170794444887060424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/9170794444887060424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/chinese-moviesmalay-movieshindustan.html' title='chinese movies,malay movies,hindustan movies.'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-6227762134515203567</id><published>2008-08-11T07:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:09:53.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my lovely bro zaqir</title><content type='html'>one day, when i was form 2... i came back to skl from genting college.. i was same class with zaqir at that time.. last time zaqir was a bit chubby, the hair was a lil bit messy..he was the one hu always be there for me when i need him.. lend me his shoulder when im in tears.. calm me down when i m angry... help me solving my problems .. even my personal problem.. take care of me just like his lil sister ( but im older than him who gives a damn)..he is my most comfortable person to talk and hang with... eventhough he likes to kacau me.. and sumtimes make me angry.. but my angry-ness towards him does not last that long.. because i love him more than i am angry with him.. he is my only s'pore bro... i treat him like my real bro.. iloveuzaq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to zaqir: i made your intro sux because i 'actually' wanted to make one post and it is only about you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your lil sis.. mw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SKAr3bTJ1hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/knASENBFi-A/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SKAr3bTJ1hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/knASENBFi-A/s320/Image074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233230998225409554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-6227762134515203567?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/6227762134515203567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=6227762134515203567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/6227762134515203567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/6227762134515203567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-lovely-bro-zaqir.html' title='my lovely bro zaqir'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SKAr3bTJ1hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/knASENBFi-A/s72-c/Image074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-2466901425417922282</id><published>2008-08-10T12:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:58:05.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new religious friend from driving class.</title><content type='html'>today i went out with my new religious friend name A ( bukan nama sebenar ).. ahahah soo after 6  hours of theory and practical.. we went to mamak to have our evening meal..he is really really religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: have you done your asar's prayers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: errrr... cannot lah i am not allowed to do that for the rest of this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: ouhh i understand.. u are having your period rite now is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: ( with weird face ) yeaaahhhh.. ok soo since you are so religious.. what is the most bad thing have u done in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: i am going to be religiously honest to you, i drank a glass of beer before because my friend dare me.. i was in the club that nite.. i regret what i have done.. and to beg for forgiveness from allah... i fast-ed 2 months everyday... after 'solat' i prayed to god till i cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: waaahh.... u must be really religious then... for your information, i never had a religious friend before.. omg!! that means you are my first religious friend... yeahh..hooray for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: its really not funny miya.. btw.. if you want to see me.. please wear long sleeve and jeans at least.. do not wear sleeveless and short like you are wearing rite now.. its sinful.. do not exposed your self to other people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: what if i tell you that i have done things worst than u did..will u still going to call and text me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: well if you have done bad things in your past.. i will accept it with open heart..but i prefer not to know about a bad things u have done in your past .. i will be very happy if you tell me bout what a good things you have done in your past.. ( he smiled broadly and look at me in religious way meaning he looked at my face.. not below my face.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: welll.. let me think................errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...............good thing.hmphhhhhh..... oohhh ya!!!! i prayed before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: what?!! u have to pray everyday... theres no excuse unless you have your period..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya:but you said that you will be happy if i have done good things in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: meaning that you did not perform your duty as a good muslim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: ouhh.. didnt know that you will be like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he paid for the bills.. he sent me home.. he didnt text or call me ever since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: learn how to behave yourself with different people.. and try to change to be a better person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-2466901425417922282?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/2466901425417922282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=2466901425417922282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/2466901425417922282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/2466901425417922282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-religious-friend-from-driving-class.html' title='new religious friend from driving class.'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-479091866447990205</id><published>2008-08-09T07:38:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:25:42.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>greatest bday ever!</title><content type='html'>today is my bday.. just an ordinary day as the other days.. u know like brushing your teeth, go to school and STUPIDLY participate in swimming event which i got last.... MY GoD!! what has got into my mind that made my head nodded twice when ive been asked to participate for swimming gala.. i disgraced my self in front of the other participants , parents , mr chew and en hanif when i dive like a handicap frog.. lying flat on the surface of the water, hit my tummy, and guess what happen next.. i lost my goggle in the swimming pool.. it was 50m breaststroke.. this is going to be my last swimming event for my life.. thats not all.. it was soo embarassing when i mistook ang su yiins towel and said that the towel is mine... i forgot how my towel look like.. luckily neina lend me her towel.. but finally i found my towel in my bag... THE TOWEL WAS IN MY FREAKIN BAG!!! where else could it be.. why am i being such a blondie today... so dumb and so unorganized...its like as if i went there to be seen as humor purpose... hmph well after that i went to subway with ismail... and guess what.. luck is on my side.. i got 20 free coupons and 2 free cookies.. the cashier said that i am a loyal customer.. of course i am... soo i was just seating with ismail. drink teh tarik and chit chat.. suddenly i saw this one guy.. holding a big present and heading towards me.. hahaha.. its my darling bf dylan..  he bought me this one really really huge teddy bear which i named choky.. so after all hugs and kisses.. i was already happy because i told him that without him by my side my burfday is nothing... it was so sweet of him... after few moment,  suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dylan: errrrrr.... i need to go syg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: go where.. stay here..tell me where are you going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dylan: just for awhile... just wait here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: tell me where are you going now?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dylan: errr i need to 'meet my bro' he needs cash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: ouhh ok... why didnt you tell me earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he left.. ismail and i still chatting bout our personal life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ismail: i actually want to tackle this gurl... but its very hard lah miya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: ala chill lah ismail.. i know you can get her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i heard a group of people singing.. its a burfday song.. its getting louder and louder... when i turn around.. there were my friends.. suprise me with my favourite chocolate banana cake..and wished my hapy bday.. i was so happy.. and i did not even have an instinct that they will do that to me.. hahah they said that it was 5 minutes plan... actually they wanted to treat me lunch.. but when they heard that i was at subway that time.. they chip in money .. go to secret recipe and bought me my fav cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys.. i love you guys soo much.. didnt expect that u guys were willing to do that for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 5 minutes plan... made my day... save me from tears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJ2V-AfVJvI/AAAAAAAAABs/iTpc0xm_kWA/s1600-h/Image151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJ2V-AfVJvI/AAAAAAAAABs/iTpc0xm_kWA/s320/Image151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232503234590222066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJ2V91qwN-I/AAAAAAAAABk/S8_eK1H-_fs/s1600-h/Image162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJ2V91qwN-I/AAAAAAAAABk/S8_eK1H-_fs/s320/Image162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232503231685343202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         me with my new teddy bear 'chocky!!!' thank you for the present baby.. i love you dylan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-479091866447990205?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/479091866447990205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=479091866447990205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/479091866447990205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/479091866447990205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/greatest-bday-ever.html' title='greatest bday ever!'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJ2V-AfVJvI/AAAAAAAAABs/iTpc0xm_kWA/s72-c/Image151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-6038640046193056521</id><published>2008-08-08T07:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:40:03.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>niNa the rainbow gurl</title><content type='html'>nina if u happen to read this post.. you are one lucky gurl ...hahah btw ... you are very lucky today because your bday falls on 080808... this is what happen to me on your bday ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12.45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: zakir nanti u pergi mane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zakir: i pg fake suprise bday party nina lepas tu pukul 2 i pegi the real suprise bday party nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: hahah apesal ade fake ngan real nie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zakir: ade ah satu budak syria nie kantoi pg tanye nina biler bday party die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: (dalam hati) aku mmg daripada dulu anti-penjajah... jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: yer ker.. ishh i sikit lagi nak tanyer nina dlm msn pukul berape bday party dier esok kat parade ... but for safety reason i just asked her where is she going to celebrate her bday.. lepastu dier ckp dier nak pergi parade dengan aril.. only at that time i knew that there will be a suprise party for her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaqir: so you are going to pick me up today rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: yeah my pak cik has to pick me up early today.. but ill come back lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaqir: ok lah ok lah i will b in js.. we will go together keh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: ok.. set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my pakciks car. at 1.07 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, it only takes 15minutes from school to my house.. heres what happen in the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: pak cik miya kene balik cepat nie sebab nak pergi metro hari nie ader driving class lah tak boleh lambat nanti cikgu marah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pak cik: ohh yer ker.. ( my pakciks muke macam tak kisah langsung dengan masalah yang sedang dihadapi sekarang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: yer lah pak cik.. boleh tak pak cik drive cepat skit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pak cik: boleh boleh boleh .. takder hal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: yeahhh!!!!! ehhh pak cik asal stop kat subway..?( i knew he wanted me to buy cookies for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakcik: ala miya macam tak tau jer... kalau miya nak pak cik drive cepat beli pakcik 2 cookies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: ala pak cik... miya kene cepat lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakcik: yer ah lagi cepat miya beli lagi cepat pak cik boleh hantar miya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya:( haishh hidup aku kene buli jer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what.. i reach home at 2.00 pm ... i was late already..arhh pak cik tipu !!  i straight away go to my room. change my clothes and hit the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reach subang parade at 2.32pm with zaqir,megat,lan,ali,and william.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot today is a feng hsui day because 080808... feng hsui aper.?!! banyak giler dugaan.. tapi takper.. semua nie utk nina... worth to sacrifice for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai kat parade jer.. terus pergi tgif takut lambat.. and then luckily we were not late.. after celebrating ninas bday party.. we went to memory lane and bought her present.. all of us chip in..and i hope she will like the present we gave to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ive been going through alot of obstacles just because i wanted to attend to your party, wished you happy bday and just to give u a hug.. but it all pay-off when i see you happy till you cry because all of your friends including us were there for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo nina...  happy bday to you once again.. hope you will achieve all your dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJw-Ita0N5I/AAAAAAAAABM/8BGxczl_o4c/s1600-h/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJw-Ita0N5I/AAAAAAAAABM/8BGxczl_o4c/s320/Image148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232125186449618834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-6038640046193056521?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/6038640046193056521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=6038640046193056521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/6038640046193056521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/6038640046193056521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/nina-rainbow-gurl.html' title='niNa the rainbow gurl'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJw-Ita0N5I/AAAAAAAAABM/8BGxczl_o4c/s72-c/Image148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-8396490178040840657</id><published>2008-08-07T05:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:05:12.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>taste of your own medicine</title><content type='html'>i cant believe it, i cant believe that ismail was right ... he said that if u insult sumone to much.. u will taste of your own medicine later on... it happened during break today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: im going to get my self enroll in one of uni of medic in iasi, which is somewhere in romania.but the problem is, i do not think i could get the scholarship.maybe ill get 'd loan but i dont want to work here to pay the debt. penat lah.. there are so many protocols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aril: ouhh protocol.... senang jer minum jer lah alcohol.. &lt;------ wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazman,miya and megat : ooooooooookkkkk.. whatever pleases you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aril: ala.... if you dont have money... u can still sell other 'things' ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaqir came by out of nowhere... and sat beside aril.. and on the spot he insulted me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaqir: hahah be a pornstar.. change your name from miya to maya.. or maybe you could even create your own pornstar nickname like maya butterfly..hahah... and then for your description put your full name miya wong.. and also say that you are half chinese half malay. we will all be like daaaaaaaannnnnng! its miya dude .. its miya.. ( metrosexual guys usually say things like this because maybe they dont get enough of that fucking porn. so they taught that it will be cool to bring it as hot topic to talk about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: IN YOUR DREAM ZAQ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aril: yeah dang!!! i ll be like " i love this miss wong bitch, i love this miss wong bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaqir: plus you can also say that you are asian... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aril: perghh..  orang romania dengar asian mesti nak..asian siot... puki ketat doh!!! .. &lt;------ this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ismail: aper yang ketat-ketat nie( spesies berbulu mmg selalu mcm nie..dont worry hes harmless but very bulu-ful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: fuck sial korang..aku kene bahan siot.. dah ah weyh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazmi: weyhh korang ckp pasal aper nie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: diorang tgh ckp pasal aku jd pornstar biler takder duit kat romania nanti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazmi: woooahh serious ahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aril: mmg aku ngan zaqir akan pergi romania lah kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazmi: itu ah... we could ' help' her to pay her college fees..hahahahah.. miya kan nak jadi surgeon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: fuck you guys la.. im going back to my class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole table was shaking like earthquake because they were laughing their ass off AT me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is.. eventhough they humiliate me like shit.. threw everything in my face.. insulted me.. they are still my friends.. well in skl.. friend who does not insult their friend is not their friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly guys,  it HURT guys... it FUCKING HURT me deeply...now i know how it feels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-8396490178040840657?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/8396490178040840657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=8396490178040840657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/8396490178040840657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/8396490178040840657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-fucked-up-my-friends-are.html' title='taste of your own medicine'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-4830586119791900122</id><published>2008-08-06T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:18:54.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE saturday</title><content type='html'>i have been waiting for this day,&lt;br /&gt;hoping for a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;hoping for a new resolution,&lt;br /&gt;praying for a better life,&lt;br /&gt;but alas, wherever,&lt;br /&gt;my hopes are high,&lt;br /&gt;something will crush them,&lt;br /&gt;so every year,&lt;br /&gt;i cry all night long,&lt;br /&gt;when the clock strikes midnight,&lt;br /&gt;when this day has come,&lt;br /&gt;the most miserable day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;cause it has been this way,&lt;br /&gt;always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJnOx-VuDaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IipkoV3zYGg/s1600-h/DSC02640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJnOx-VuDaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IipkoV3zYGg/s320/DSC02640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231439800110550434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-4830586119791900122?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/4830586119791900122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=4830586119791900122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/4830586119791900122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/4830586119791900122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday.html' title='THE saturday'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJnOx-VuDaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IipkoV3zYGg/s72-c/DSC02640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-4043318397882908219</id><published>2008-08-04T05:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:11:50.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how i get insulted by having too many ex (2)</title><content type='html'>this is quite similar to the first one but the previous one only consist of 2 santa claus... now they bring another santa claus ... but this new santa claus is the king of both of the previous santa clauses... this is what happen during break today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azim : once u open all miya's ex folder. the hard drive will burst and the computer will burn because it cant withstand the megabyte use to store all her exs bfs name ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazman: even if u can open her folder u will have to wait for the "loading bar" to finish loading.. if u are unfortunate, when the loading bar reaches 99% after 5 hours and only needs another 1 % to open her folder the computer will hang and eventually shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: haha u guys really think its funny huh.. its not funny anymore guys..seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazmi : oh my god what if she is immortal.. i dunno how many guys will she 'fcuk'. from the stone age to ice age to steel age to modern age to millenium to 'not have been proven age' . she would have f*ck the cave men too or the dinasour..(at this time u know hazmi went over the limit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: hazmi u fkin virgin bastard.. ( this goes with big smack on his back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazmi: arghh shit that hurt like shit.. fine i got to another table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azim: hahah that was nice one hazmi... (he was laughin like laughing buddha rite now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: asal azim ko pun nak aku tampar ko ker...? u do not want me to crash your life rite now.. i know hu you like.. u want me to tell her that,..( this is the top secret between me and azim and to whoever who knows bout it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azim: ok ok im sorry i wont do it again... ok ok im sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: nope im going to tell her.. like rite now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azim: miya please.. aku janji aku tak buat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazman: azim ko kene belanja dier subway baru dier tak kacau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azim: ok aku belanja ko subway tapi jangan bagitau dier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: deal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazman: keep doing it miya.. next thing u see.. u will get subway everyday for free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya and hazman: hahahah takut azim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/4043318397882908219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/4043318397882908219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-i-get-insulted-by-having-too-many.html' title='how i get insulted by having too many ex (2)'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SJbU_JdUhOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5K4JSXocvQQ/s72-c/Image122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-2919220181958233397</id><published>2008-07-26T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T06:09:52.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how i get insulted by having too many ex</title><content type='html'>it was few days ago, when i gt insulted by azim and hazman for having too many exs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azim: miya boyfriend ko angka giliran ke berapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazman: boyfriend yang maner satu azim..?(gelak bagi sakit hati aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: ko ingat aku takde keje ker nak bagi angka giliran utk semua ex aku( sumpah tgh bengang sekarang nie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azim: aku rase kan kalau ko key-in semua angka giliran ex ko mesti komputer ko hang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazman: tu ah pasal banyak sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azim: kalau tekan A mesti sampai scroll bar tu jadi kecik. pastu ader option lagi a1,a2,a3...... sampai komputer kene virus...&lt;br /&gt;(hazman dan azim gelak seperti dua santa claus yang baru turun dari langit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miya: hahahah( gelak sekali dgn diorang padahal dalam hati rase nak bunuh jer dua ekor nie. nasib baik bapak azim lawyer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-2919220181958233397?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/2919220181958233397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=2919220181958233397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/2919220181958233397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/2919220181958233397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-i-get-insulted-by-having-too-many.html' title='how i get insulted by having too many ex'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-4303066131396050620</id><published>2008-07-25T10:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:38:00.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things about relationship</title><content type='html'>sumtimes we tend to forget how important our relationship is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes we need to do sumthing that is certainly beyond our imagination to make the relationship stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes we need to let him/her go to give time to think of the sweet memories we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes we need to think of the future of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes we should try to be on his/her shoes and try to be on their situation when things get complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes when we are with someone else we tend to think of our recently new ex-gf or ex-bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes we need to realize that the sparks are there we just need to make it reappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes break up does not hurt but it hurts when we regret it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes when we knew to much about him/her we will finish their sentence before they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes love is there but we just dun realize it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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relationship'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751004611002294827.post-5956853927805761681</id><published>2008-07-21T06:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:52:30.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the first time i had it .</title><content type='html'>ok first of all... it is exactly not related to sex.. sorry to let your hope down(to dirty minded ppl).. wakakak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from the first time i taste the softness of the bread,the tender of the meat, the freshness of the vege.. i knoe that this will always be my all-time favourite food.. the food im toking about is subway...i blame azim (anak kelantan yang keje kat tepi sawah tapi sekarang nie duduk kat belakang aku) because he was the one who brought me to subway near the 7e. at first i refused to eat because it doesnt look attrative at all. the mayonaise all leaking out...urghh.. but from the first bite i had.. omg its like a taste of heaven... its even better than big apple( i used to bring dozen of donuts at school twice a week) and Mc mUffin breakfast (i eat it every morning in class beside seh sen sumtimes i simply open it slowly and eat it nicely infront of seh sen to make him starve hahaha im evil seh sen im evil!! this goes with evil laugh as background music)  and it is also better than choki-choki ( i eat it everyday...wait no... i eat it every period of class especially during english ( sorry puan deva) . After school i will find my victim to by subway with me..ill force them as hard as i can so that the price will be cheaper my favourite victims are of course azim... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SInoev6NRvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/muJd3baKv3U/s1600-h/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SInoev6NRvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/muJd3baKv3U/s400/subway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226964457494497010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well the others are hazman( even when he has to use crutches and i ask him to go faster .. i was starving soo im not that bad la.. lapar what.. he still can walk) , hazmi ( i have no problem with him.. he is a 'nice' guy.. yeah really nice .. he listens to teacher, pay attention in class,never play around in class, never insult his friend, never play around with hazman crutches, never laugh at people, never insult the teacher.. im so proud to be his friend... he is a nice friend...today after the stressful exam i release my stress by having one subway melt.. and this time i went with azim.. well i did not 'pau' him rm10.. sorry azim ..he only had rm10.. hehehe.. well maybe when u guys have read all this u guys might think that i m a bad person... well maybe outside i am..but inside im just like hazmi.. ( but nicer la).. but what i like about hazmi is he is really funny... he loves to sing ( sometime it was just one word 'benny' lyrics)... thats all for now tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i love all my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751004611002294827-5956853927805761681?l=miyawong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/feeds/5956853927805761681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4751004611002294827&amp;postID=5956853927805761681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/5956853927805761681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751004611002294827/posts/default/5956853927805761681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miyawong.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-time-i-had-it.html' title='the first time i had it .'/><author><name>miyawong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133462101830232541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SIRnUdeF_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/44pRhnIvlJ0/S220/Image055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NtlgfG-ZacI/SInoev6NRvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/muJd3baKv3U/s72-c/subway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
