<?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-240694400340096927</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:31:41.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrealist Miu</title><subtitle type='html'>Every human has a bright and a dark side  of life. Welcome to my surrealist world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-1101971372143845675</id><published>2010-10-27T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T09:13:44.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>If there are stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Why could I only see the hollow sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to touch the dark sky &lt;br /&gt;But it drift further away and away&lt;br /&gt;Refusing my touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned away and lowered my head&lt;br /&gt;Hugging close to the bed &lt;br /&gt;For some warmth and comfort &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that's the only place who kept me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest shoulder in this planet&lt;br /&gt;Is the icy cold wall&lt;br /&gt;Where I could lean and give me great supports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when emotions are done&lt;br /&gt;And the dews are dried&lt;br /&gt;Its just another passing phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I walk this way&lt;br /&gt;Along with my shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the dim light shone ahead&lt;br /&gt;Showing me a shed of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was overshadowed&lt;br /&gt;By the overwhelming darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the light gets smaller &lt;br /&gt;Like a pinhole size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my foot steps&lt;br /&gt;Become slower and heavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I see no more light&lt;br /&gt;I stood and freezed&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My breath gets slower&lt;br /&gt;Drawing a little each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a donation drive for life&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could give mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-6993416305932931300</id><published>2009-08-04T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T03:39:53.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The long wait.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;The butterflies fly fly&lt;br /&gt;The insane woman cry cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foolish one says good bye&lt;br /&gt;The lonely one talks to no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world swirls clockwise&lt;br /&gt;My world seems to be the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhilaration died down&lt;br /&gt;And the dark cloud returns to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait is long and aimless&lt;br /&gt;The results would it be speechless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game of gamble&lt;br /&gt;My fate held by the others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sealed in a bag of red dancing ribbons&lt;br /&gt;The guilt that will never be washed by droplets&lt;br /&gt;The pain in the heart, no one could describe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left and right routes lay up&lt;br /&gt;Like pieces of dominos piled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which route will I be destining to walk?&lt;br /&gt;Which route will cut like roses’ torns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lays ahead my lord?&lt;br /&gt;Why torment me till I rot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you just leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;How many others you have fought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this the life you want me to live&lt;br /&gt;Tell me straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait is long and I could not wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-7309891405330986736</id><published>2009-03-26T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:24:26.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to stop wasting time</title><content type='html'>I have no time&lt;br /&gt;I must have been too kind&lt;br /&gt;I can wait but time wont wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many doubts and fears&lt;br /&gt;And year rolls after year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;But time wont let me wait&lt;br /&gt;I am still coping with facts&lt;br /&gt;I wish they don’t exist but I have to accept&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a bigger heart&lt;br /&gt;That could contain all your spiky darts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more to be put through&lt;br /&gt;How much should I wait?&lt;br /&gt;How much will I expect and get disappointed when I age&lt;br /&gt;How many more devasting truth to face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diving bell rings&lt;br /&gt;Tell me its enough of hell to even spend time to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halt and look into my soul&lt;br /&gt;What life should I hold?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to melt the clock&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell myself just have faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man told me to be patience&lt;br /&gt;But hold on no more would I be so foolish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life is short and time wont wait&lt;br /&gt;And its just one life time I could live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time should spend more wisely&lt;br /&gt;Else it just slip pass silently&lt;br /&gt;Leave their traces on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if thats the case&lt;br /&gt;I rather be engraved&lt;br /&gt;On that cold solid stone&lt;br /&gt;That embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a stone that I have&lt;br /&gt;or each of us will have&lt;br /&gt;at the end of this journey&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much love we gave&lt;br /&gt;or gotten from grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-7309891405330986736?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7309891405330986736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=7309891405330986736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/7309891405330986736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/7309891405330986736'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算我们之间有什么问题&lt;br /&gt;依然想念着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然被放弃&lt;br /&gt;虽然我愿意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算我们之间有什么难题&lt;br /&gt;黑夜我还想着你&lt;br /&gt;心碎人孤寂&lt;br /&gt;虽然我愿意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心还想着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再让我靠近你轻轻对你说&lt;br /&gt;当我说我要你从此好好过&lt;br /&gt;是真的否则我怎么肯放手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了我就当作这次为了我&lt;br /&gt;赐给我你现在幸福的笑容&lt;br /&gt;别让恨冻结了我们的脸孔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请你做选择&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-896242656279959122?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/896242656279959122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=896242656279959122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/896242656279959122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/896242656279959122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_26.html' title='虽然我愿意'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-8007012037709356545</id><published>2009-02-23T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:05:04.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>是我想太多</title><content type='html'>是我想太多你总这样说 (You said I have been thinking too much)&lt;br /&gt;但你却没有真的心疼我 (But you have never seriously cared)&lt;br /&gt;是我想太多我也这样说 (I have thought too much)&lt;br /&gt;这是唯一能安慰我的理由 (This is the only word I could use to comfort myself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-8007012037709356545?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8007012037709356545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=8007012037709356545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/8007012037709356545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/8007012037709356545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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My hands were tremblings with fatigue after its done. I just washed my face and dry up my hands (with subborn paint still smudged) and fell flat on bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a painting I did just yesterday after finished Paulo Coelho's Veronica's Decides to Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SYP6aiePZLI/AAAAAAAABok/CqH644Jt-4k/s1600-h/DSCN0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297352920555021490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SYP6aiePZLI/AAAAAAAABok/CqH644Jt-4k/s200/DSCN0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SYP6a1a5hdI/AAAAAAAABos/6lyMe_F8LQc/s1600-h/300120091605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297352925641278930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SYP6a1a5hdI/AAAAAAAABos/6lyMe_F8LQc/s200/300120091605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SYP6bTDXHeI/AAAAAAAABo0/-Vkb5i98AJs/s1600-h/310120091609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297352933595618786" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SYP6bTDXHeI/AAAAAAAABo0/-Vkb5i98AJs/s200/310120091609.jpg" 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/240694400340096927-7885475452925734759?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7885475452925734759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=7885475452925734759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/7885475452925734759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/7885475452925734759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2009/01/veronica-decides-to-die.html' title='Veronica Decides to Die'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SYP6aiePZLI/AAAAAAAABok/CqH644Jt-4k/s72-c/DSCN0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-8107475170759675832</id><published>2009-01-22T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:58:51.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1C1CmqhFYI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1C1CmqhFYI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I know where I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long journey&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know if I can believe&lt;br /&gt;When shadows fall and block my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am lost and know that I must hide&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my way home to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many days I've spent&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on through empty shores&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what's my purpose&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how to make me strong&lt;br /&gt;I know I will falter&lt;br /&gt;I know I will cry&lt;br /&gt;I know You'll be standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long journey&lt;br /&gt;And I need to be close to You&lt;br /&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems no one understands&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why &lt;br /&gt;I do the things I do&lt;br /&gt;When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul &lt;br /&gt;Will You break down these walls and pull me through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's a long, long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I feel that I am worth the price&lt;br /&gt;You paid for me on calvary&lt;br /&gt;Beneath those stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes&lt;br /&gt;It feels like everything is out to make me lose control&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my way home to You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-8107475170759675832?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8107475170759675832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=8107475170759675832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/8107475170759675832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/8107475170759675832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-3190560120894578201</id><published>2009-01-22T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:48:30.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>你是谁？我是谁？(Who are u? Who am I?)</title><content type='html'>本来属于是自己的，却变成是别人的。&lt;br /&gt;(What suppose to belong to me, became someone else's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以为是自己的，其实是别人的。&lt;br /&gt;(What I thought was mine, belongs to someone else's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我到底属于谁的？谁属于我的？&lt;br /&gt;(I belong to who then? And who belongs to me?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-3190560120894578201?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3190560120894578201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=3190560120894578201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/3190560120894578201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/3190560120894578201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-u-who-am-i.html' title='你是谁？我是谁？(Who are u? Who am I?)'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-9119790848776154578</id><published>2009-01-20T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:52:41.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Words so beautifully said were like melody to the ears. &lt;br /&gt;They could make you light, that you are almost touching the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can be like a spear.&lt;br /&gt;They could rain into your heart and pierce on the same old wound a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words could make you understand or create misunderstands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words could have saved a life in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words could also kill a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words could have changed a person’s life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words could have been the truth or the lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words said cannot be taken back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words said could have been so meaningful then again it can be equally meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are things we said when we communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is more than words could say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-9119790848776154578?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/9119790848776154578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=9119790848776154578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/9119790848776154578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/9119790848776154578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2009/01/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-36430161097402174</id><published>2008-12-14T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:58:49.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie when I make you feel you are the only one I consider. But actually there are few others on my list too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie when I say you are nice and I like but actually I hope you can be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie when I say you are the best but actually someone else is much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie when I say I never cry over you but actually just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie when I say I cant meet you today but I met another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie when I laugh and say go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell all these lies men lied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-36430161097402174?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/36430161097402174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=36430161097402174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/36430161097402174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/36430161097402174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-lie-i-lie-when-i-make-you-feel-you.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-3914557558594060012</id><published>2008-11-14T00:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:34:38.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel! So Cruel you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop toying those mind games with your pea brains&lt;br /&gt;Trying to confuse and keeping me at bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it’s time to get on with your aimless life&lt;br /&gt;and stop entangles and messes up mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and let live I say&lt;br /&gt;So just go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont want to know anything about you&lt;br /&gt;or wanna care&lt;br /&gt;That is for someone else to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing those mind games with your pea brains&lt;br /&gt;Cos I am running away&lt;br /&gt;And won’t ever see yous again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get a life with someone new&lt;br /&gt;And go away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-3914557558594060012?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3914557558594060012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=3914557558594060012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/3914557558594060012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/3914557558594060012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/11/cruel-so-cruel-you.html' title='Cruel! So Cruel you!'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-6935636893882623499</id><published>2008-11-13T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:37:10.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This pair of hands has held many others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but wasn’t able to hold anyone for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My hand goes weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and I can’t seem to firmly grab yours in return now like I used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There seems to be a burning sting that lingers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that even when you hold my hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;doubts starts forming and past hurts building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I feel more comfortable to leave a gap in between,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so that I will not get too connected with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don’t want any more emotional attachment with anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can you do me a favor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I guess no way I can ever look back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;with thoughts running in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just don’t keep me update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just let me move on with a clear head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just don’t ever hold this hand of mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;which is already wrinkled and full of pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So get on with your aimless life and stop entangles and messes up mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me break free from your crutches. I wanna to be freeeeeeeeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-6935636893882623499?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6935636893882623499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=6935636893882623499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/6935636893882623499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/6935636893882623499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/11/hands.html' title='Hands...'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-4047215955226322802</id><published>2008-11-13T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:08:30.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>("I get along without you very well")</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely......  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I get along without you very well" by Diana Krall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get along without you very well,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course I do,&lt;br /&gt;Except when soft rains fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And drip from leaves,&lt;br /&gt;then I recall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thrill of being sheltered in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I get along without you very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten you just like I should,&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have,&lt;br /&gt;Except to hear your name,&lt;br /&gt;Or someone's laugh that is the same,&lt;br /&gt;But I've forgotten you just like I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a guy, what a fool am I,&lt;br /&gt;To think my breaking heart could kid the moon.&lt;br /&gt;What's in store? Should I phone once more?&lt;br /&gt;No, it's best that I stick to my tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get along without you very well,&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do,&lt;br /&gt;Except perhaps in Spring,&lt;br /&gt;But I should never think of Spring,&lt;br /&gt;For that would surely break my heart in two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-4047215955226322802?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/4047215955226322802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=4047215955226322802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/4047215955226322802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/4047215955226322802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-get-along-without-you-very-well.html' title='(&quot;I get along without you very well&quot;)'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-6968978778593860750</id><published>2008-10-04T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:45:55.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BReathless...</title><content type='html'>If our love was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I would charge in and rescue you&lt;br /&gt;On a yacht baby we would sail&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'd say I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we had babies they would look like you&lt;br /&gt;It'd be so beautiful if that came true&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know how very special you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;You're everything good in my life&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;You just walked out of one of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful you're leaving me&lt;br /&gt;Breathless&lt;br /&gt;And if our love was a story book&lt;br /&gt;We would meet on the very first page&lt;br /&gt;The last chapter would be about&lt;br /&gt;How I'm thankful for the life we've made&lt;br /&gt;And if we had babies they would have your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I would fall deeper watching you give life&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know how very special you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You must have been sent from heaven to earth to change me&lt;br /&gt;You're like an angel&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I feel is stronger than love believe me&lt;br /&gt;You're something special&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that I'll one day deserve what you've given me&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is try&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-6968978778593860750?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6968978778593860750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=6968978778593860750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/6968978778593860750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/6968978778593860750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/10/breathless.html' title='BReathless...'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-6912730702765982095</id><published>2008-09-03T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:59:15.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold tightly</title><content type='html'>Hold on to my hand tightly, in a crowded place like this...everyone seems to have a motive, rushing off to somewhere they have to be. Somebody, may step on your toe lightly, some may step your foot purposely but no one will care if you lost your way in this crowded city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that face on your right, and that old man on your left. Everyone is busy walking. No one will give a damn, stop and ask where you are heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow among the crowd, someone may catch your attention and give you a hand when you about to fall. Somehow among the crowd, someone may smile to you and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to my hand tightly, in a crowded place like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lost your grip, you lose me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-6912730702765982095?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6912730702765982095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=6912730702765982095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/6912730702765982095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/6912730702765982095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/09/hold-tightly.html' title='Hold tightly'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-1823106402407019323</id><published>2008-09-02T03:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:49:39.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SL0Zp_eCrAI/AAAAAAAAA98/XmBEGxRsHXU/s1600-h/15072008314+-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SL0Zp_eCrAI/AAAAAAAAA98/XmBEGxRsHXU/s200/15072008314+-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241373750531894274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This smile will be gone for I dun know how long&lt;br /&gt;I cant give this chirpy playful smile ever again,&lt;br /&gt;which seems bright and sunny that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my smile, which no longer I will smile&lt;br /&gt;for everyone I see walking into my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-1823106402407019323?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1823106402407019323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=1823106402407019323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/1823106402407019323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/1823106402407019323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-smile.html' title='My smile'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SL0Zp_eCrAI/AAAAAAAAA98/XmBEGxRsHXU/s72-c/15072008314+-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-7306932115850897186</id><published>2008-09-02T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:22:42.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If our daily life is a fresh sheet of paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If our daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many pages will you shred to pieces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If our daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many pages can we burn into ashes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If our daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many pages can we treasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If our daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many page numbers will be written?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If our daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many names will you scribble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If our daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many moments you wish to jot them on the paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If our daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many times can we write and re-write it over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If our daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many paras do you intend to erase them forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I wish to tear off right from the page 1 till recent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I will delete all names written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I will tear off those sad moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;and retain only those that are memorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I will burn the whole chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily lide is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I will strike off pages by pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I will toss you those papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;and demand you to read and discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I will reprint my happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;and share with everyone I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I will circle those errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;and tick those commendable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily life is a fresh sheet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I will highlight those sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I appreciate most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If my daily life can be some fresh sheet of papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I wish this moment, I can write them down on the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;And fold them into mini sailing boats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;then let them glide in the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;away from my vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;and sink deep into the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;these moments I have treasured, should long be gone and leave me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;so now I return them to the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;and hopefully they will be buried deep under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;and never resurface, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-7306932115850897186?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7306932115850897186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-1943496686157220197</id><published>2008-09-01T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:58:50.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it take effects</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Pop a pill and watch the time, its going to take effect anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch my surrounding slumbering into swirls, the screen looks bloated and fonts seems running in circles. It looks funny and I giggled a little&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I stood up and watch the floor goes up and down, down and up again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I try to walk a step and seem floating in the mid air. The clouds seem to be under my foot bed, sending me straight to my own bed, like a magic carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I laid down and hug it tightly and soon my head started spinning, and soon I traveled to the other mysterious land, where I rest well and peacefully…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(I wasn’t on drugs but just some sleeping pills that took effect)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-1943496686157220197?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1943496686157220197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=1943496686157220197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/1943496686157220197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/1943496686157220197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-it-take-effects.html' title='How it take effects'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-2208240608238721370</id><published>2008-08-31T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:41:52.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for the soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many wrongs to make one right&lt;br /&gt;How many times I try putting up a fight&lt;br /&gt;Who knows of what happen in the late nights&lt;br /&gt;When I need the light but it was out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Things seem fine but not quite&lt;br /&gt;Things aint that bad alright&lt;br /&gt;I just need a guide&lt;br /&gt;It’s all for the sake of my pride&lt;br /&gt;Cry as I might&lt;br /&gt;But that is to put things right&lt;br /&gt;Fight for my fellow soldiers who have died&lt;br /&gt;Till the tide subsides&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/240694400340096927-2208240608238721370?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2208240608238721370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=2208240608238721370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/2208240608238721370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/2208240608238721370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/08/poem-for-soldier.html' title='A poem for the soldier'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-5268134865765300883</id><published>2008-08-31T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:00:17.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading life like a marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/W6BsbXOlkh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/W6BsbXOlkh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/MyFkF5F/music/rGVqjSz6/4_if/"&gt;4. IF - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is like a marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We been running while the clock is ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Every minutes goes by, when the hand goes clockwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking back behind you is a path you have been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And there is no turning back, to re run this track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How many times we wish to take a break and stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How many times we witnessed others who collapsed and never wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How many times we witnessed others who collapsed but stood up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How many times we wish we can run ahead like the one ahead of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and how many times we tried to encourage others and allow others to encourage us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;When will I see the finish line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;When can I give up and say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Will someone take over and complete my run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Will someone sprinkle me with some water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am badly dehydrated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is the finishing line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;When will I ever get to pause and say it's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sick of this run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;This life of marathon is no fun running under the scorching sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just aim me with a gun, and so it will be all done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-5268134865765300883?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5268134865765300883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=5268134865765300883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5268134865765300883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5268134865765300883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/08/leading-life-like-marathon.html' title='Leading life like a marathon'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-1160477741845400449</id><published>2008-08-23T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:39:22.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man are greatest salesman!</title><content type='html'>Men greatest job is to become a salesman! The most sweetest quotes man can say to hard sell himself to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Christmas is a moment of sharing, I hope that I can spend all my time with my love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hope that you will enjoy this moment with me every year...love you always"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love are emotions so strong...that you would give up everything...to just feel it once to know that you are part of something special...to know that you can feel what love really is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love, Care, Comfort, Warmth, Support and Courage, With love always..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to give you... a bear hug, sweet kisses, chocolates, flowers...anything you want....except my heart....cos I have lost it.......to you already!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-1160477741845400449?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1160477741845400449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=1160477741845400449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/1160477741845400449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/1160477741845400449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-are-greatest-salesman.html' title='Man are greatest salesman!'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-5887868081210351563</id><published>2008-08-23T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:15:05.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SK_jD4W71DI/AAAAAAAAA9c/aXoCVuvwxSY/s1600-h/spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SK_jD4W71DI/AAAAAAAAA9c/aXoCVuvwxSY/s200/spirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237654547462870066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Out came the spirit from the chimney&lt;br /&gt;The funny hat it wore, spells of death, sickness and agony&lt;br /&gt;It jumped from the chimney&lt;br /&gt;and landed on the green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling brightly as it taken control over me&lt;br /&gt;Telling me things and drilling them in me&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, wishing it is not aftering me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold breeze blew and eat into my dry skin&lt;br /&gt;There is no amount of clothings, that could shield me from chilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chapped lips quivered and stares straighten.&lt;br /&gt;The little spirit still watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;Mocking at my fears and started to telling me things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I shut each word out, by shaking my head hard&lt;br /&gt;“I dun believe! Oh I dun believe!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But every little words turned into little mini ants&lt;br /&gt;They started crawling all over me&lt;br /&gt;And invaded my mouth, eyes and ears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“These are for you for not obeying me!”&lt;br /&gt;I gasped for air and stare blankly&lt;br /&gt;I hugged my knees tightly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“No no, don’t tell me! I wish to hear nothing!”&lt;br /&gt;“Stop speaking to me!”&lt;br /&gt;“Stop telling me things!”&lt;br /&gt;“Why can’t I be left alone and do my own things!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The little surreal spirit stood up right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“That’s simply becos, you are me! You are your own spirit!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-5887868081210351563?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5887868081210351563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=5887868081210351563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5887868081210351563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5887868081210351563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit.html' title='Spirit!'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SK_jD4W71DI/AAAAAAAAA9c/aXoCVuvwxSY/s72-c/spirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-7271831139492312719</id><published>2008-07-24T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:02:45.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing me, knowing you and letting us go</title><content type='html'>No one knows me tho you may have seen me, talk to me, laughed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the frastrating part and guess I am to be blame for misleading others to know the real me.&lt;br /&gt;And you have never know the real me nor I know much about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is too short but I guess we tried.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Was time a factor or was there any hidden agenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I never feel truly involve in the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;The assuring words from you makes me feel there is not a single commitment presence.&lt;br /&gt;It was not the busy schedules that keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;It was the emotional barrier that makes you unreachable and so distant away from me&lt;br /&gt;It is not a matter of dependency or about independent.&lt;br /&gt;It is not about trivial matter that is not worth talking&lt;br /&gt;It about the fact that we are just individual that can never be living as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the sun that will never meet the moon&lt;br /&gt;Like the day will never come together when the night falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing you were interested to know more nor will you like me to know&lt;br /&gt;And thus what good is it all about?&lt;br /&gt;And what is understanding when communication dont seem impt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need no second person to remind me what pain is&lt;br /&gt;For it lives in me all these while&lt;br /&gt;Like a cancer growth which never seem to cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hollow feeling I feel that I no longer hope you have the patience to know more about me nor I dare to show any concern for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being left at the bay, keeping me standing just at that distance, and only running towards me when you need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need no one to tell me how that feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have been there and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never be the person you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise you will never be the person I hope you’ll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you are tough, and it’s just a phase of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it's time for me to let go. I’m just another closing chapter, another step closer to your finding The One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I say is, we will move on. There are many things I wish I dare to say but the words got choked and I guess it doesn’t matter to us anymore and I guess you have no patience nor think its impt to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-7271831139492312719?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7271831139492312719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=7271831139492312719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/7271831139492312719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/7271831139492312719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/07/knowing-me-knowing-you-and-letting-us.html' title='Knowing me, knowing you and letting us go'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-5072410307404908004</id><published>2008-07-23T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:07:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, dont.</title><content type='html'>No, dont show me the way to unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;Becos it will always manage to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, dont show me the way to sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Becos it always knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, dont tell where hurts&lt;br /&gt;Becos I feel it constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, dont remind me of pain&lt;br /&gt;Becos it lives in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-5072410307404908004?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5072410307404908004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=5072410307404908004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5072410307404908004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5072410307404908004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-dont.html' title='No, dont.'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-5739968057025007877</id><published>2008-07-18T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:57:22.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The door</title><content type='html'>I am so close to this door&lt;br /&gt;One that opens to all&lt;br /&gt;One that sets me free from doubts in life &lt;br /&gt;and leads me to a higher height&lt;br /&gt;One that tells me the other side&lt;br /&gt;is a brighter side&lt;br /&gt;and all I have to do&lt;br /&gt;is to take a step&lt;br /&gt;Just a tiny step&lt;br /&gt;and peep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so close to this door&lt;br /&gt;I touched the knob, but choose to go.&lt;br /&gt;I have no courage to believe what I will see.&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me" said the voice&lt;br /&gt;"I tried and can't" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this door, moved further and further away&lt;br /&gt;Till it become just a beam of light&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me waiting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Before I decide to face it once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-5739968057025007877?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5739968057025007877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=5739968057025007877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5739968057025007877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5739968057025007877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/07/door.html' title='The door'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-5100096054829439253</id><published>2008-07-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:06:07.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>The uncertainty drives me to insanity&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity is bringing me closer to a split&lt;br /&gt;I dun know where we are heading&lt;br /&gt;It tormenting to think of those possibles over and over again&lt;br /&gt;How relationship brings me uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;How I dread and hate that familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are two different beings&lt;br /&gt;I cant never be what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;You will never be what I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;There are too many expectations from you and me&lt;br /&gt;I feel a distance between we&lt;br /&gt;We no longer hold hands like we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have much to talk eventually&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing revolves between we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see how shaky this whole thing can be&lt;br /&gt;We may be just lonely&lt;br /&gt;And got together for accompany&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I thought of it&lt;br /&gt;and sob sliently&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get stagnant after I counted one to three&lt;br /&gt;Coming to think of it&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna run and break free&lt;br /&gt;I cant face the possibility&lt;br /&gt;of seeing the past happening&lt;br /&gt;and having me to go through it&lt;br /&gt;running the scenes again and again in my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know you anymore&lt;br /&gt;We dun know we&lt;br /&gt;There are many hidden agenda&lt;br /&gt;Too much of guessing&lt;br /&gt;No more talking over it&lt;br /&gt;We are heading nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I can never be the girl you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I am not sorry&lt;br /&gt;For I am just me&lt;br /&gt;I cant be with someone who can never accept the way I am&lt;br /&gt;We are just like "hanging on! hanging on!" before the string snaps!&lt;br /&gt;Which we knew that that will happen eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-5100096054829439253?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5100096054829439253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=5100096054829439253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5100096054829439253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/5100096054829439253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/07/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-2888347177438520754</id><published>2008-07-09T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T03:12:38.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Dream (Keane)</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Why do I have to fly&lt;br /&gt;over every town up and down the line?&lt;br /&gt;I'll die in the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;and you that I defend, I do not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;it's a bad dream,&lt;br /&gt;no one on my side.&lt;br /&gt;I was fighting,&lt;br /&gt;but I just feel too tired&lt;br /&gt;to be fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm not the fighting kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I&lt;br /&gt;meet my fate?&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm a man,&lt;br /&gt;and I was born to hate.&lt;br /&gt;And when will I meet my end?&lt;br /&gt;In a better time&lt;br /&gt;you could be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;it's a bad dream,&lt;br /&gt;no one on my side&lt;br /&gt;I was fighting,&lt;br /&gt;but I just feel too tired&lt;br /&gt;to be fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm not the fighting kind.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mind it&lt;br /&gt;if you were by my side,&lt;br /&gt;but you're long gone,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you're long gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;my strange old face.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking about those days.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking about those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;it's a bad dream,&lt;br /&gt;no one on my side.&lt;br /&gt;I was fighting,&lt;br /&gt;but I just feel too tired&lt;br /&gt;to be fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm not the fighting kind.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mind it&lt;br /&gt;if you were by my side,&lt;br /&gt;but you're long gone,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you're long gone now.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-2888347177438520754?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2888347177438520754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=2888347177438520754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/2888347177438520754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/2888347177438520754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-dream-keane.html' title='A Bad Dream (Keane)'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-49637307807342023</id><published>2008-07-07T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:17:04.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am green hulk (used to be, may still be)</title><content type='html'>Dozing off on my brother's bed while waiting for the comp to be passed on to me for use, I spotted this dent which, sadly, was done by me years ago in fit of anger. I cant imagine, having two toothpick-like arms, I will be able to shook the grills so hard that it dented. In fact what you see in the following pics, were actually in the "repaired" stage which my bro uses hammer to bring it back to shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SHI60FiIrqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/V3OvWy0OUC0/s1600-h/07072008226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SHI60FiIrqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/V3OvWy0OUC0/s200/07072008226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220299584588787362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SHI60Yn5t8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/z-LO_oY6Fak/s1600-h/07072008227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SHI60Yn5t8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/z-LO_oY6Fak/s200/07072008227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220299589713246146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SHI60tU2buI/AAAAAAAAA3c/GleoHWG_MHU/s1600-h/07072008231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SHI60tU2buI/AAAAAAAAA3c/GleoHWG_MHU/s200/07072008231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220299595270483682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SHI61OQ_uBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dklmCgheZsg/s1600-h/07072008232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SHI61OQ_uBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dklmCgheZsg/s200/07072008232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220299604112685074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... those were the days. I never knew I was so rough and fully of strength. Well, this is something I dun know either that when I get super duper fucking pissed, I may become green hulk look alike one day. I have mellow down a lot and cool with things. Many things which I use to get so upset about, now they seem so minor to me already. Anger management is only when you learn to control yourself and give yourself some quiet moment to let the anger pass off before thinking with a rational brain. And the key to doing it is to realise and acknowledge that you are angry, next is to find a personal space, then is to vent it out, lastly is to be patience with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was super pissed, then what I did was not to confront immediately, but to head off to the washroom and stare at the floor and bath. And cried the hell out. The after that I got back to my reality mode. Without being blinded by anger, I am able to see and deal with myself or others in a better or so to speak, calmer tone. And hey! THat works! Eventually I did not let my anger develop into an ugly situation which I can, and are capable to piss ppl (super pissing ppl off) with my replies and reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger management is really very impt and its all up to us to do something about it. But then again, if I can super duper pissed off again in future, I really wonder the kind of suppressive way to deal with thing will ever work. Sometimes, some ppl, you just need to scream and shout and F them upside down before they can even understand what message you are trying to bring across to them. These are the fart ass who needs to take it the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-49637307807342023?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/49637307807342023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=49637307807342023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/49637307807342023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/49637307807342023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-green-hulk-used-to-be-may-still-be.html' title='I am green hulk (used to be, may still be)'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WmD4gOh5gVU/SHI60FiIrqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/V3OvWy0OUC0/s72-c/07072008226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-1565332865591992249</id><published>2008-07-06T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:30:41.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why good people bad things?</title><content type='html'>Just some days ago, I bought this book about "Why good people do bad things"? I bought it becos the title just hit on me. Flipping thru it, it looks dry, more like a book full of philosophies or sociology and it certainly looks like a research thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, good ppl are what we think they are. What is the standard guide or code of conduct which will help to judge if a person is deem GOOD? Saving a life by killing another, is that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the focus of the entry is not about selling you this book but about why "good" people like me, did (or hope to do) bad things. Yes, I do bad things too. I am not good. I am good as you see as an overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, base on that, all or most of us are good people. Bad people are only labeled as one when he or she is charged in front of the law. But actually there are even more bad ppl whom did lots of bad things which there is no single law in this world can charge and say hey! thats fucking wrong! So how do we sentence these ppl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be a bad person by throwing useless pamphlets in the rubbish bin instead of accidentally allowing them to drop on the floor or be blown away by the strong wind but then if I drop them in the lift, I will not consider picking it up again. Am I a good or bad person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be a good person by telling someone there are cream on their face but then laughing out to myself when I turn away. Am I a good or bad person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna place a hateful person's pic under my piles of heavy books, spreading her damn blog print outs to everyone, plaster her pics all over the web. Am I bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kill ants with my finger without sparing a thought for the immerse pain of death caused to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does these make me a bad person? If so, then I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-1565332865591992249?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1565332865591992249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=1565332865591992249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/1565332865591992249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/1565332865591992249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-good-people-bad-things.html' title='Why good people bad things?'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-3489019575283631463</id><published>2008-07-06T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:55:28.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a pool of shit</title><content type='html'>The clock strikes 4&lt;br /&gt;He fell onto the floor&lt;br /&gt;His cold hard body&lt;br /&gt;Was once so strong and sturdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life slipped off&lt;br /&gt;Oh so slow and steady as it is draining away&lt;br /&gt;Like a swirl of smoke coming out from the chimney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood shot eyes, how I wish I am blind&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I have many lives&lt;br /&gt;To spare for those who wish to live&lt;br /&gt;for living to me, it's just a pool of shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-3489019575283631463?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3489019575283631463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=3489019575283631463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/3489019575283631463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/3489019575283631463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/07/clock-strikes-4-he-fell-onto-floor-his.html' title='Life is a pool of shit'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240694400340096927.post-6354201047063689346</id><published>2008-07-04T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:57:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>This is my 1st post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the place you will see, the other side of me, the surrealist side so to speak. There are many doubts in my life these days I wonder why am I thinking so much. But I am born with it. A brain which runs a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I started to wonder. Sometimes, no. Many times, in deep thoughts. Then I realise, I have been escaping from reality. Those that I have hurt, those that hurts, those that I intend to hurt, those that I am going to hurt. There are so many things I can do to hurt others. I realise how vicious have I become. Getting involved with ppl I shouldnt have in the 1st place. Those mistakes, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what have changed about my doubts about being a moral person. Anyone in this fucking world even care about this word? Does it even exist or guess it's getting extinct. Even in school, there is not much emphasis on moral education anymore. Do you know sometimes, even walking on the grass, it will suddenly hit on me that the living grass will scream in pain? Do anyone given care? If I tell others about my thought, I guess I will be seen like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to stare into ppl's faces, and wonder why the hell I am sitting here talking to you or even be listening to what you are talking about? Why the hell am I here? Who are you? What am I doing everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, even walking on the street, I am the one given ways to others. Holding the lift for others, opening the doors for others, letting other out from the lift 1st, giving ways for others. BUT WHO THE HELL NOTICE ME?! Such gestures are always taken for granted. My kindness are always taken for granted as if its something by default I should be doing. I realise human forgot about "putting others before themselves". Is this a world I am living in? I really hate this world culture we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want in my life? I mean, there is only one life time, this life time I have got. How do I want to craft it to become? The more I think of it, the more withdrawn I become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truely not a perfect person, I have my dark sides too. Like seeing ppl I hate, I curse them in my heart but smile straight into their face. Slowly you will see the dark side of me here in this blog. That is the reason why I wanted to start a new blog expressing my frustration and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be times when I hate seeing human. There are times when I suddenly switch off and off to nowhere. Tired of replying smses, talking, msning, basically tired of just communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I have the courage to give all, but certain replies I get saddens me and discourages me to just be myself and contribute further for others. Or even treat a relship seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is commitment actually? While asking others to commit, do I even have the courage to do so? I looked at the past and reviewed my life. All are a bunch of bullshits I have thrown myself into. Seriously, no one loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, have I truly loved anyone? The immediately thought scares me to even think further. There are so much in this four letter word that I dare not read into it anymore. No one will ever treat me the way he does. But no way I will want to even see his fucking face anymore. Becos of a man I once loved, I jeopardised my trust in everyone, every rlship, every thoughts I have, every picture I piece. Blame him or me? I blame fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amt of happiness he has brought me, would be enough to compensate the hurt caused. I hate and curse him almost everyday. I see traces of him in every new man and I just cant bring myself to attain another level of trust nor faith nor contribution with others. Every time, the concern and contributions end there. It always end at that particular level and stationary there. I just cant move to another level, and that frustrates me and I have also cried over it a few times for not being able to conquer this mental barrier. I wish I have a gigantic eraser to rub off my past. I wish I have a magic clock which I can turn back the clock by turning the minute hand anti clockwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very unwilling to give more, hearing replies from others hinders me to give even more, and the more I shut myself away. I am no longer as daring or naive like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arent human like monsters? There are so many monsters around me. Big, small, tall or short, fat or skinny. Those characters they have makes them all so ugly that it irkes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, sometimes, seeing men, I realize how much I hate them that I wish those I hate, walking in the shopping  mall, will collapse and die of heart attack when I stare at them with hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do you know how much I hate you fuckers living in this world, full of yourselves, seeing only yourselves in the mirror and only its just you, you and YOU!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240694400340096927-6354201047063689346?l=surrealistmiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6354201047063689346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240694400340096927&amp;postID=6354201047063689346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/6354201047063689346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240694400340096927/posts/default/6354201047063689346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistmiu.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>Miu's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503868809095391921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
