Standing at the edge of the earth...

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14007402012-02-02T22:18:46.244+08:00Standing at the edge of the earth...The realities. The dreams. The past. The future. The people. And the rest of my life.Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-78330814991853682202012-02-02T22:17:00.001+08:002012-02-02T22:18:46.252+08:00

Kalau kamu tak pernah kehilangan orang yang kamu sayang, kamu takkan tau apa yang aku rasa. Rasa cemburu yang meruap tiap kali melihat mereka makan dengan ayah bonda mereka. Rasa dengki yang tak sudah melihat mereka ketawa over some small matters. Rasa marah yang sesak dada melihat mereka meninggi suara. Do you know how much I wanted to be in your shoes? You have no idea how missing someone

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-78007162934613100712012-02-01T11:53:00.001+08:002012-02-01T11:53:49.554+08:00

I wish you would ask why I asked. And yet again, I always know that you won't.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-65690923761994498862012-01-29T16:19:00.001+08:002012-01-29T16:19:05.899+08:00

Berharap itu mudah. Sangat-sangat mudah. Memberi harap juga mudah. Sangat-sangat mudah. Yang tak mudah cuma berharap kepada ketidakstabilan rasa. Yang juga tak mudah ialah memberi harap kepada orang yang sangat berharap untuk tidak berharap lagi. Letih sey!

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-34596752450141465652012-01-29T07:30:00.000+08:002012-01-29T07:30:31.255+08:00

Resah. Gelisah. Keluh kesah. Problems are really like snooze buttons. You can't run away from them. And they'll keep on ringing to your ears, disturbing your life, until you pick up the courage to get up and face the real deal. I need courage. And I need to stop hitting the snooze buttons. And face the hard fact.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-31727555152465504352012-01-26T11:23:00.001+08:002012-01-26T11:23:56.113+08:00

Lapar, tanpa alasan kukuh, boleh buat orang jadi sangat emo.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-55351309630025822012012-01-25T19:04:00.001+08:002012-01-25T19:04:58.419+08:00

Hati, jangan terlalu emosi. Dan tolong dengar kata. Dan saya sedang mencuba! Usaha tangga kejayaan kan? :)

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-56593971267078365272012-01-18T19:43:00.001+08:002012-01-18T19:43:35.583+08:00

Doakan saya. Doakan yang terbaik untuk saya. Dan saya doakan yang terbaik untuk kamu juga.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-52535706763951074192012-01-16T13:12:00.001+08:002012-01-18T19:45:01.958+08:00

Omg omg omg Allah gives me a chance To step up And do something bigger. Miyyah, berusahalah! Make it work! ^________^

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-67052096726142027532012-01-09T06:51:00.001+08:002012-01-09T06:51:58.389+08:00

I know your favourite colour. I know you love rain. I know you always cut your fingers instead of paper. I know you quill with your eyes closed. I know you love food. I know you're allergic to coffee. I know your favourite bands. I know your little habits. I. know. you. Little things that some people said, which I don't remember telling, but they noticed anyway.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-6833561499369658222012-01-03T22:06:00.000+08:002012-01-03T22:06:34.576+08:00

Mentally, and emotionally tired. Not a good way to start a new year. Not a good way to mark almost a decade of blog writing. But I'm just that. Sometimes I wish I could just live without thinking much. without being hurt. without any care in the world. Nobody listens anyway.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-24735057679120409862011-12-31T15:07:00.001+08:002011-12-31T15:07:41.701+08:00

I'm not asking you to understand me. Even I don't understand myself sometimes.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-31728218600819155602011-12-20T20:39:00.001+08:002011-12-20T20:39:21.707+08:00

Philophobia. I think I'm that.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-92038228495147252762011-12-15T06:44:00.001+08:002011-12-15T06:46:14.576+08:00

Kawan2 saya terlalu sibuk untuk mendengar drama saya. Agaknya mereka sudah penat. Saya juga penat. Penat bercerita tanpa balasan.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-27340848701207003302011-12-14T08:22:00.000+08:002011-12-14T08:22:00.834+08:00

Why didn't I update my other blog and hang onto this one instead? I have no idea. I need ideas to write on the other blog. Writing ideas. Which I don't have as of right now. I only need soul to write on this one. Which I know I have lots. The other blog feels heavy. It feels like a burden sometimes. This blog feels light and easy. It feels free, regardless of when or why I blog. I have

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-55975059211999499942011-12-13T09:26:00.000+08:002011-12-13T09:26:44.421+08:00

Sometimes we don't realize how much we always talk about ourselves. Don't judge me. Understand me. I'm not who you think I am. Ask me if you don't know. Don't talk behind my back. I'm hurt. I'm happy. I'm confused. Sometimes we don't realize how much our world is about ourselves. How much we wanted other people to understand us. To care about us. To comfort us. And when we didn't get that,

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-55389618168432782252011-12-07T20:01:00.001+08:002011-12-07T20:03:35.465+08:00

Mati. Berhadapan dengan mereka yang kamu sayang menutup mata dengan tenang dan yang dilihat hanyalah jasad itu tidak pernah mudah. Hanya mereka yang pernah kehilangan akan tahu luluhnya. Hanya mereka yang pernah kehilangan akan tahu getirnya. Air mata aku sudah lama kering. Kering kontang sampai tak boleh bernafas di saat berhadapan dengan jasad kaku bonda 4 tahun lalu. Melihat mereka

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-69945960412369989282011-12-05T22:11:00.000+08:002011-12-05T22:11:40.645+08:00

You know when you're thinking too much you can't shake it off? I'm having just that. I'm thinking too much, I told myself. I'm looking into things too critically, I told myself again. And yet I keep on doing the same thing. Over and over and over again. What is wrong with me? When opportunities hide away, I waited for them longingly, but when they present themselves to me, I run away and hide

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-91159110861895237042011-12-05T21:55:00.002+08:002011-12-05T23:55:59.307+08:00

The road not taken. Sometimes I wonder whether I'm making the right decisions in life. I tried to convince myself that I am, but there are times when that seeds of doubts linger around, and keep on haunting my brain. There's always the what if question. What if I took up the right road instead of left? Where would I be then? Would I be in happier place? Would I regret my decision of not taking

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-85132374699349371722011-11-29T22:33:00.001+08:002011-11-29T22:33:32.849+08:00

Dang! It bleeds. Pretty bad. Can I cry now? Dang! It's pathetic To ask yourself such question. And you probably don't even care.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-17816075279462177512011-11-28T18:42:00.001+08:002011-11-28T18:42:19.360+08:00

It scares me. Silence scares me. Alone scares me. The public scares me. Everything scares me. And here I am Not really knowing what to do Or what to follow My heart? My head? My instinct? When silence is a word, Word becomes the lifeline.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-76670184302879080942011-11-27T11:52:00.001+08:002011-11-27T11:52:06.814+08:00

I wish I was special So very special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo...

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-49624910005307151482011-11-23T00:16:00.001+08:002011-11-23T00:18:23.318+08:00

I don't know what's more pathetic: Me being stubborn, Me being stupid, Or me being ignorant. I need those days, Those crazy days when matters matter more than the mind and I'd do what my heart tells me to.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-29656750017290773412011-11-20T01:56:00.001+08:002011-11-20T18:50:31.781+08:00

Macam biskut. Biskut jagung. Biskut chipsmore. Biskut dam. Apa-apa biskut pun boleh. Macam biskut. Yes, I'm talking about you.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-88113815676111738452011-11-15T15:22:00.001+08:002011-11-15T15:24:00.602+08:00

"It's impossible" said pride. "It's risky" said experience. "It's pointless" said reason. "Give it a try" whispered the heart. -Anonymous.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-87329530710233517102011-11-14T22:58:00.001+08:002011-11-14T22:58:16.268+08:00

Courage. How can you get one to stay?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-21867352804334341662011-11-13T21:08:00.002+08:002011-11-13T21:20:53.076+08:00

They're like drugs. Take it once It lasted days. It gives you strength Until you get the next doses. Take it more than what you need You'll lose your sanity. Don't take it at all, You'll feel hopeless. And weak. They're like drugs. Words are.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-71953400652510498762011-11-08T22:46:00.001+08:002011-11-09T11:11:06.196+08:00

My hand's in pain My feet bleed of old wound My head's spinning My heart's worrying And yet I felt like feathers Blown to the north In bright summer. Amazing, What words can do to you.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-80656518525951681512011-11-06T21:27:00.001+08:002011-11-06T21:27:39.565+08:00

I made 11 cards in 2 days. And still counting. And there are only two reasons why that might happened. It's either I'm stressed. Or I'm worried. This time, I think it's both.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-72833758023743975362011-11-04T09:56:00.001+08:002011-11-04T09:56:07.344+08:00

And if I stumbleAnd if I stallAnd if I slip nowAnd if I should fallAnd if I can't be all that I could beWill you, will you wait for me?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-85321541882981042142011-11-01T22:29:00.001+08:002011-11-01T22:29:26.472+08:00

Hilang. Tanpa kesan. Hilang. Tanpa jejak. Hilang. Langsung langsung.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-86012103801176225272011-10-24T14:54:00.001+08:002011-10-24T14:54:02.568+08:00

You can't love people whom you can't trust. Trust. Yeah. I think I have trust issues too. Oh hujan. Kamu buat saya melankoli petang-petang sebegini.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-66512401996528298202011-10-23T19:46:00.001+08:002011-10-23T23:38:08.595+08:00

I'm not good at hide and seek. If you're going to hide Then don't ask me to find you Coz i won't. Kamu faham kan?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-39144780611221658422011-10-21T14:12:00.001+08:002011-10-21T14:12:36.274+08:00

It's either I'm crazy, or blindly stupid. Weird when you know you're blind and stupid and still willing to be called one.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-4686860866952900562011-10-20T02:03:00.001+08:002011-10-20T02:03:15.080+08:00

Don't give up now! You've just started. Harus brainwash diri!

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-52454530579825744282011-10-18T21:00:00.001+08:002011-10-18T21:02:46.032+08:00

No. This time I won't stop. If Allah permits. Courage does not always roar. Sometimes it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying "I will try again tomorrow."

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-16751969092987273512011-10-17T16:01:00.001+08:002011-10-17T16:02:07.654+08:00

I just realised that I'm unpredictable.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-15835103270164065682011-10-16T02:12:00.001+08:002011-10-16T02:12:20.712+08:00

You. Is that too much to ask? It's 2, and i'm unstable.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-35930486709072406442011-10-15T19:39:00.001+08:002011-10-15T19:39:49.750+08:00

Be careful what you wish for.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-92012251991111237202011-10-13T14:14:00.001+08:002011-10-13T14:14:28.159+08:00

Gua rasa gua teroverdose kfc hari ni. Minum Summer Surprise that makes you do surprising things, i guess. Angin takde ribut takde, aku pulak yang hyperactive menggoyang pokok.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-43677091697408241972011-10-10T16:22:00.001+08:002011-10-10T16:22:06.482+08:00

Sometimes It's hard to define What's real and what's not.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-69674281859647796582011-10-06T16:31:00.001+08:002011-10-06T16:31:18.644+08:00

You know what they said. What you give, you'll get back. Jangan jadikan people-stalking sebagai hobi. Bila kamu yang kena stalk balik, baru tau langit tinggi rendah. Ye, saya sudah insaf. Sikit.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-22549459270905244952011-10-05T13:04:00.001+08:002011-10-05T13:04:20.612+08:00

Things are getting weirder. Pening gue!

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-46869998265342332932011-10-04T04:09:00.000+08:002011-10-04T04:09:10.150+08:00

When you know that you just don't know. KAMU KENAPAAAAAA????

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-28317668393130536152011-10-03T19:27:00.001+08:002011-10-03T19:27:03.270+08:00

Kamu diam, saya pun diamlah Dan semua orang diam Memandang terkebil kebil. Tanpa suara. And what i want on my birthday? Of not putting my hope up high.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-52082889251062537852011-09-29T19:51:00.001+08:002011-09-29T19:51:38.010+08:00

Who do you think you are? Running around leaving scars Collecting jar of hearts. Admit it, will you? That you stalked me!

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-72210977394151447222011-09-04T15:35:00.000+08:002011-09-04T15:35:29.023+08:00

Should and would. and Do. Three different words. Three different outcomes. When you should, you would, and you do. but throw a Not and everything's thrown through the window. of that big yellow bus.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-68517902292310424752011-08-22T17:09:00.000+08:002011-08-22T17:09:53.491+08:00

Remember the second fiddle in any kdrama that no matter what they do or how they do it, they'll never get the guy in the end? I used to feel exactly like that. Until I watched a drama that told the girl to write her own story, "and be the heroin you want to be"

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-59476083321174349852011-08-21T12:35:00.000+08:002011-08-21T12:35:19.603+08:00

I can only hope that this will last. Even after Ramadan. Hidayah itu milik Allah.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-51929621407044174392011-08-16T09:16:00.002+08:002011-08-16T09:16:25.027+08:00

Kamu memang suka muncul tiba-tiba. Dan Saya suka senyum tiba-tiba juga. Dan saya rasa Kepala saya pun akan disekeh secara tiba-tiba (dan secara berjemaah juga) haha. Kerana Tiba-tiba itu Sangat tidak digemari ramai. (Saya tahu itu juga)

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-33148912776623431022011-07-05T23:14:00.000+08:002011-07-05T23:14:13.277+08:00

On days like this, hati berfungsi lebih dari otak. Starting anew is not that easy. I'm struggling to stand strong.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-69699461386085995842011-07-05T01:55:00.000+08:002011-07-05T01:55:51.308+08:00

I'm struggling. To avoid things. Taking a long break would help tak?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-53542765455223676702011-07-03T19:41:00.000+08:002011-07-03T19:41:49.871+08:00

I have all the excuses that I need. And yet I decide to listen to all the reasons of why I shouldn't. I believe that we moved on when certain memorable place no longer has the significance that could tug the heart but what if it's just a change of place a change of person and a change of heart?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-205832948997331322011-06-21T21:44:00.000+08:002011-06-21T21:44:09.101+08:00

I sincerely wish for someone to save him from himself.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-56484437714157336952011-06-18T01:16:00.002+08:002011-06-18T01:16:40.716+08:00

i need you to tell me it's going to be okay. i need you there.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-75049937716268162942011-06-15T15:56:00.000+08:002011-06-15T15:56:27.305+08:00

Time travels fast. Very fast. Maybe next month will change everything. Or maybe not. But maybe is a good thing, right. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. InsyaAllah. I've laid out all my cards, no longer keeping them under my sleeves. Let's just see what's going to happen next.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-35883366480850741242011-06-02T11:18:00.001+08:002011-06-02T11:20:00.875+08:00

Some people are so easy to read. Funny isn't it? when I used to wonder exactly the opposite. At least I know I wasn't reading things Blindly.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-38861089689181387642011-05-24T00:24:00.000+08:002011-05-24T00:24:54.530+08:00

This, isn't wrong, right? Hey, I've gone through worse, so this is okay. It scares me sometimes But I keep telling myself Everything IS okay. And see what Allah did to protect me from hurt. So I should make the most of what I have.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-68270562464851842452011-05-23T15:05:00.000+08:002011-05-23T15:05:45.462+08:00

Suddenly I feel like a fool. Oh so suddenly.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-20857447942177846572011-05-23T00:42:00.000+08:002011-05-23T00:42:39.924+08:00

Jangan bimbanglah. Saya masih sedar diri. Dan tahu siapa saya. Yang bukan siapa-siapa.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-65990855771708570672011-05-11T22:35:00.001+08:002011-05-11T22:35:45.690+08:00

"Do you have a boyfriend, Miyyah?" "No, I don't." "Anyone in consideration?" "Erm. Haha. Not anymore." "Are they...stupid? If I were a guy, I'd fall for you! You're bubby, you're fun, and you're really talented. I don't usually talk like this you know. I'm usually very quiet, especially with someone I just met." "LOL. Heard that too many times now. And I always give the same answer you know.." "

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-75717251759222712942011-05-10T12:23:00.000+08:002011-05-10T12:23:19.994+08:00

Aww. I like having my new table right beside the miniature guy. He is such a nice boy. And he notices things too. Aww. Thank you, for making my day. :)

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-91535265432138543582011-05-02T11:38:00.000+08:002011-05-02T11:38:21.278+08:00

A weekend full of drama. And taking chances. I took my chances and they paid off pretty well. Everything was arranged for me pretty beautifully. Allah is Great

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-56912028674196462032011-04-27T20:26:00.000+08:002011-04-27T20:26:39.421+08:00

She said If given a chance, take it, no matter what. The question is, whether the chance is worth taken in the first place. Should I? or should I not?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-31117250722070714942011-04-24T23:59:00.000+08:002011-04-24T23:59:42.887+08:00

Kelakar. Yang dikejar tak dapat yang dikendong berciciran. Maaf. Bukan aku yang mengejar. Tidak pula dikejar. Tapi aku simpati Tiap kali mereka keciciran. Belum sedar barangkali, Salahnya di mana.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-2250783744497685342011-04-13T21:09:00.000+08:002011-04-13T21:09:17.741+08:00

I used to tell myself, that the best revenge is to be fabulous. But yesterday I learned that getting a revenge itself is not really worth it. It feels much better to let things go and to forgive. For forgiveness is a much stronger medicine than revenge. It heals faster too.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-73662846809951571762011-04-12T20:33:00.000+08:002011-04-12T20:33:24.102+08:00

I need few days. Just to make sure. :)

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-36577099301153887312011-04-12T05:37:00.002+08:002011-04-12T05:37:37.080+08:00

This is what backstabbing feels like. Look what she did to me. And look what I did to myself. Oh crap. (But at least I did something right?)

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-58370969507562743022011-04-09T00:44:00.000+08:002011-04-09T00:44:11.872+08:00

They started to notice. and asked. whether there's something going on with me. or something happened. I've acted out of ordinary lately, they commented. It's for revenge, I said. Against whom? Myself.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-35367199725888880162011-04-06T13:15:00.000+08:002011-04-06T13:15:19.234+08:00

This is when I would say: Lantak la. Gua dah penat. Tak nak main kejar-kejar lagi. And this is not a story book where it could have Part II. That's my head saying, not yet my heart. But it's always head over heart anyway. Ikut hati, mati. Learned my lesson well, ay? :P

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-58164062325773415492011-04-01T12:18:00.000+08:002011-04-01T12:18:01.233+08:00

There are times I have to remind myself Hold on, just one more day. Hold on, just one more day. Hold on, just one more day. Hold on, just one more day. even though deep inside I know, that one more day is so far away. And I started to question again: Why should I guard my heart? Why should I just give 50, when I can give 100? Why was I so scared of second chance? Why shouldn't I try again?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-24505702965058676522011-03-31T17:15:00.000+08:002011-03-31T17:15:32.732+08:00

"Are you joining the wagon?" he asked. "Which wagon?" I threw a question back. "The just-married wagon..." he said. "Naah. Not in near future." I answered.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-23722997771961923642011-03-24T17:05:00.000+08:002011-03-24T17:05:20.598+08:00

I refilled my tea 4 times. That's how good the conversation was. A great day. And I gained a friend.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-11216883042033593942011-03-24T00:16:00.000+08:002011-03-24T00:16:28.751+08:00

Thank you for googling me. Thank you for thinking of me. I'm doing okay. In the process of picking up things I've lost, and letting go of things that don't deserve me. I'll be fine, as I know I'm stronger than it seems to be. Thank you.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-43037600308247898632011-03-19T22:30:00.002+08:002011-03-19T22:30:37.289+08:00

It's the end okay. The. End.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-36666153508437017442011-03-19T00:41:00.003+08:002011-03-19T01:09:06.071+08:00

It's ok. I'm fine. I should give up and move on now. for eyes are blind and heart can't see and I'm not a fool. :)

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-36075097281778163712011-03-18T01:52:00.000+08:002011-03-18T01:52:16.569+08:00

I'm scared. I'm really scared. But I'm telling myself that it's ok. It's ok to like someone. It's ok to be confused. It's ok to be a fool. It's ok to be hurt. And it's ok to move on. It's really ok. And I'm going to be fine. Even though it still scares me. :)

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-37235694425557043692011-03-11T22:56:00.000+08:002011-03-11T22:56:23.472+08:00

I look at you, you bite your tongue You don't know why or where I'm coming from But in my head I'm close to you We're in the rain still searching for the sun You think that I want to run and hide That I keep it all locked up inside but I just want you to find me I'm not lost; not lost, just undiscovered And when we're alone we are all the same as each other You see the look that's on my face

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-63880286130870528742011-03-11T07:47:00.000+08:002011-03-11T07:47:32.889+08:00

Gila hati berbunga2. Hahahahaha. Oh sangat bahaya. Sangat-sangat bahaya. And at the back of my mind, there's always an option of crashing down to the ground one day. This is a scary thing.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-44253188011298352952011-03-09T01:42:00.000+08:002011-03-09T01:42:23.405+08:00

Please understand. It's not easy for me either. It never will. Nothing happens without a reason. I believe that. Please believe that too.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-10180523677128112032011-03-01T00:31:00.000+08:002011-03-01T00:31:02.224+08:00

I should've understood where this is going. But I can't help it. I'm too dumb. And clueless. At times. Or maybe I simply refuse to believe. Because Believing means the limits have been reset. 0000. No limits?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-8473402314213205582011-02-26T04:00:00.000+08:002011-02-26T04:00:15.485+08:00

I'm just happy. Please let me keep this moment a while longer before taking the next dive. Please?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-11906181218247510932011-02-25T12:32:00.000+08:002011-02-25T12:32:38.216+08:00

My mind's numb. This roller coaster journey is making it incapable to work properly. Haha. (Getting ready to take the next dive)

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-90388322726288360282011-02-24T00:04:00.002+08:002011-02-24T02:06:48.760+08:00

She said I should write this story. I said it's like Korean drama series. She said it's more like a Bollywood movie. Yeah, I said. Complete with songs. Pearl Jam. Radiohead. Travis. My Chemical Romance. The only difference is that this might ends tragically. Haha.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-35484966729368709402011-02-21T21:46:00.000+08:002011-02-21T21:46:34.164+08:00

I'm going to smile like nothing's wrong. Talk like everything's perfect. Act like it's all a dream, And pretend it's not hurting me.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-78749001952589585652011-02-20T21:27:00.000+08:002011-02-20T21:27:53.708+08:00

It's here again. The doubt. The pang. The hurt. The pain. The stupidity. The jealousy. The crushing to the ground. Dan benda-benda tak best lain yang sewaktu dengannya. I'm doing this to myself, am I not? This is one hell of a roller coaster ride.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-49883859121265496582011-02-16T08:03:00.000+08:002011-02-16T08:03:15.452+08:00

I'm a stalker. An expert one, indeed. And I googled everyone and everything. Weirdly creepy, I know. But now it feels weirder To know there's another one out there. Doing exactly the same On me. Karma?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-54218095544565881752011-02-15T12:29:00.000+08:002011-02-15T12:29:08.107+08:00

For the first time in the history of this blog, I have to edit my posts days after its posted. That's how unpredicable my life now. Hahaahhaha.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-1337810574700587632011-02-14T01:52:00.004+08:002011-02-15T12:30:34.990+08:00

thumping exploding dropping breaking crushing mending confusing doubting twirling giggling smiling hoping *puts on repeat.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-45617656034653772402011-02-13T23:14:00.007+08:002011-02-13T23:26:10.177+08:00

Faith - Seven Collar T-shirtTake a walk I'll hold your hands for now It's happening, it's happening Makes it hard to lose another night I'll pretend that I'm a man for now It's difficult, it's difficult To soothe a wounded heart Before you go, give me all of your love Before you go, I'll give you all of mine I'll drink water because my blood has dried It's different, it's different Than

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-40355055024874811592011-02-12T23:25:00.000+08:002011-02-12T23:25:12.148+08:00

Hati, sila jangan terbang tinggi-tinggi ok! Harus ingat bumi. :)

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-50506515694441359092011-02-12T00:31:00.000+08:002011-02-12T00:31:50.029+08:00

Oh. Rasa ini sangat penat ok. Stop confusing me. Please?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-35468816586774358022011-02-11T12:31:00.002+08:002011-02-13T21:52:43.366+08:00

Life has a funny way to creep you out. There I said it. Just had to get that out of my head.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-68461157793182039712011-02-10T21:06:00.001+08:002011-02-10T21:06:11.082+08:00

I take back my words. I'm gonna cry now.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-32263637269464349012011-02-10T19:12:00.000+08:002011-02-10T19:12:46.257+08:00

I think I'm going to sleep grinning tonight. Whatever happens.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-70003783708541058042011-02-10T16:37:00.000+08:002011-02-10T16:37:23.883+08:00

I think I'm really going crazy. I'm confused okay. Totally confused right now. I wanted to ask, but I'm too afraid that it would just confirm my instinct. Adoila. Why must you drive me crazy and leave me there alone?!

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-24366606532310164702011-02-08T14:29:00.000+08:002011-02-08T14:29:15.163+08:00

Demam. Demam terkejutkah?

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-56159771855476134662011-01-27T14:39:00.002+08:002011-01-27T14:39:43.029+08:00

I am officially crazy. I did a crazy thing, something I've never done before. Nak pengsan. Seriously.

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-76493674777173837982011-01-27T10:45:00.000+08:002011-01-27T10:45:37.380+08:00

blush play_w2("B0352000") (blsh) intr.v. blushed, blush·ing, blush·es 1. To become red in the face, especially from modesty, embarrassment, or shame; flush.2. To become red or rosy.3. To feel embarrassed or ashamed: blushed at his own audacity.n.1. A reddening of the face, especially from modesty, embarrassment, or shame.2. A red or rosy color: the blush of dawn.3. A glance, look, or

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-82928435271112783252011-01-20T00:58:00.000+08:002011-01-20T00:58:35.866+08:00

I'm scared. But I should really give it a try. So I won't regret later. ... and suddenly my stomach made a strange twitch. I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50

Miyyahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1400740.post-87545611331830164472011-01-17T01:16:00.000+08:002011-01-17T01:16:07.643+08:00

Oh. my. It's heartbreaking. Found out a frustrating truth. And now he just lost 1/2 his charm on me. Still have some, but I don't think I want to have a miniature version of him anymore. Sedih ok. (Still love talking to him though) Found out that he's not really a nerd. Not quite a geek either. :( Damn he's smooth. Really smooth.

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