<?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-11051538</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:26:42.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"JOIE DE VIVRE"</title><subtitle type='html'>Feeling of exuberant enjoyment of life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mariah da' bomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04857146995687479635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/77/4267731/13743283061676s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11051538.post-112089818200614687</id><published>2005-07-09T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T03:29:46.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/1600/me%20and%20gina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/320/me%20and%20gina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's the best, and I'm lucky to have her as my friend. She's telented and smart. We talk about religion, music, people, urban life, hard life... life.. life.. life.. I like her thinking skills. She never forget to give me an advice. She gave me "power" to open my eyes. When you talk about KL people, all we have is PLASTIC and LIED. Poyo and macam sial. But Thank GOD she's serani from Penang and i never thinking of loosing her. Both of us can't live without music... May God bless our &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Georgina Ann&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mariah Airiens&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11051538-112089818200614687?l=srikandimariah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/feeds/112089818200614687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11051538&amp;postID=112089818200614687' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/112089818200614687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/112089818200614687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/2005/07/friendship.html' title='friendship...'/><author><name>mariah da' bomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04857146995687479635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/77/4267731/13743283061676s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11051538.post-112089689277636789</id><published>2005-07-09T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T03:34:07.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hui loo farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/1600/hui%20loo%20and%20me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/320/hui%20loo%20and%20me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;hui loo and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/1600/sock%20hoon%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/320/sock%20hoon%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sock hoon and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/1600/tuck%20fai%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/320/tuck%20fai%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my fav chinese guy... "best friend" tuck fai and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/1600/biying,%20hui%20loo,%20me%20and%20poh%20yet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/880/320/biying%2C%20hui%20loo%2C%20me%20and%20poh%20yet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biying, hui loo, me and poh yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends, sisters and brothers...&lt;br /&gt;farewell huiloo...&lt;br /&gt;kawan melanjutkan degree ke australia.&lt;br /&gt;so jealous sebab tidak dapat fly bersama-sama. blum rezeki aku lagi dapat offer. but kawan-kawan lain still ada sini la...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;KDU COLLEGE (diploma in mass communication)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11051538-112089689277636789?l=srikandimariah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/feeds/112089689277636789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11051538&amp;postID=112089689277636789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/112089689277636789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/112089689277636789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/2005/07/hui-loo-farewell.html' title='hui loo farewell'/><author><name>mariah da' bomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04857146995687479635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/77/4267731/13743283061676s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11051538.post-110958441487814789</id><published>2005-02-28T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T01:56:44.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today before you think of saying an unkind word &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of someone who can't speak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today before you complain about life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you complain about your children &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they're barren &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house someone didn't clean or sweep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of the people who are living in the streets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a gift Live it... Enjoy it... Celebrate it... And fulfill it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And while you are at it give love to someone today &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love someone with what you do and the words you say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is not meant to be kept locked inside of us and hidden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give it away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Give Love to someone today!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11051538-110958441487814789?l=srikandimariah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/feeds/110958441487814789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11051538&amp;postID=110958441487814789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/110958441487814789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/110958441487814789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/2005/02/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it'/><author><name>mariah da' bomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04857146995687479635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/77/4267731/13743283061676s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11051538.post-110942911872936113</id><published>2005-02-26T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T06:45:18.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BITCHology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I stand up for myself and my beliefs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they call me a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I stand up for those I love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they call me a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I speak my mind, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think my own thoughts or dothings my own way, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they call me a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a bitch means &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't compromise what's in my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It means I live my life MY way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I refuse to tolerate injustice andspeak against it, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am defined as a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The same thing happens when &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take time formyself instead of being everyone's maid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It means I have the courage and strength &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to allow myself to be who &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I truly am and won't become &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyone else's idea of whatthey think &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I "should" be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am outspoken, opinionated and determined.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want what I want and there isnothing wrong with that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So try to stomp on me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try to douse my inner flame,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try to squash every ounce of beauty I holdwithin me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You won't succeed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if that makes me a bitch, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so be it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I embrace the title and am proud to bear it !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11051538-110942911872936113?l=srikandimariah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/feeds/110942911872936113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11051538&amp;postID=110942911872936113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/110942911872936113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/110942911872936113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/2005/02/bitchology_110942911872936113.html' title='BITCHology'/><author><name>mariah da' bomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04857146995687479635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/77/4267731/13743283061676s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11051538.post-110925542331016836</id><published>2005-02-23T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T05:50:57.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my best friend passed away</title><content type='html'>Papu was a unique individual. He was talkative and perceptive, kind and honest, possessing a quick wit and a questioning mind. Papu, my best friend, tragically passed away on Feb 23rd, 200. He was 21 years old plus. I knew him as the guy I could call when I was having trouble... someone who would say "stay right there, I'll be there in ten minutes." He was the guy I could ask if my make up was suit to my dress or what his thoughts of Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, YB Masrani Parman or even my dad. I can't let him go, but what can I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Saidie Aliasah, May Your Soul Rest In Peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11051538-110925542331016836?l=srikandimariah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/feeds/110925542331016836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11051538&amp;postID=110925542331016836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/110925542331016836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11051538/posts/default/110925542331016836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-best-friend-passed-away.html' 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here... maybe you guys think the purpose of me posting to because i need desparate attention or anything..whatever is it.....is just that my heart tells me to write it here...sometimes im sick of life....is not the way i want them to be...the way you guys see my life is not the way i see them...you may think is perfect..well is not...im not independent..im not strong..i have to admit that....yes...i need my friends..those souls who had touch me...yes..indeed i could never think of another way to repay them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they help me through...they thought me a new chapter of life...the true face of humans and people....your friends might seem to be closed and call you girlfriends behind you....they sneered and glare at each other when you do something stupid..yes..i have that kind of friends...im not gonna state friends...but i know...who's my true friends and where i stand...i just have to draw a line....i can only express myself to limited person....maybe when i speak i hurt someone indirectly...and if i do..im really sorry....everyone got their bad part..and mine?i hurt ppl without knowing it...yes...im truly sorry..and i didnt intend to hurt you...anyone....i knew he didnt belong to m...i knew that he would left me one day....but i keep on denying...i live in a world where i tell lies to make myself feel better....telling myself that he still loves me didnt work..i tried my best....i gave everything i could...i guess my best wasnt enough....it was till that day..when he finally gave up..i knew the feelings that he had for me was gone long time....i gave myself hope..false hope... they said is better than nothing....well...is true...it was hope that keep me going till today....i miss him..im not going to deny it...call me stupid....but im still here..somehow hoping that he will come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...somepart of me was relieve that he lefti neednt live in a world of lies anymore..im sad...at least im not lying to myself..i believe that our live is set and donewe are just here to complete what is the journey...but somehow i believe if you pray things will change..in a way..little ny little to better.....i know there's a guy for me..my perfect one.....who would love me for who i am...who would actually still love me when my face get wrinkle...one that can make me fall madly in love with him again....even though there's crush....but no one can ma ke me feel that way..and i wonder when will i meet that guy.....it takes time and i think is worth the wait....but is okay...cause i know i will always have my bestfriend with me...and i love them for being there for me...in other way they are always supporting me...thank you...without you guys i wouldnt be here..i wouldnt be what i am today....love you guys to deathh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life there's better thing to do....if you believe in yourself...just go ahead...do not regret the next time you look back..ill never regret loving him for he had tought me something...ill always remember we used to share love together...when im old..i will never regret....cause i tried my best to save the relationship...but it was him that ruin it....i believe one day...when he see me on streets again..he will regret...i know he will...but right now...im just thanful for everything that had happen...love you guys to death...&lt;br /&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/11051538-110924917020427867?l=srikandimariah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikandimariah.blogspot.com/feeds/110924917020427867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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