<?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-8923804818897777513</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:11.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.</title><subtitle type='html'>will my life be worthwhile?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923804818897777513.post-1184314555948457224</id><published>2008-06-26T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:10:00.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leicester part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was like a dream comes true when i stood on birmingham international airport. even though it is summer, yet the whether was cold like gila on the first day of our arrival. 16 degrees to be precise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as usual, we need to pass the immgration. the lady asked the reason we are here. the main reason is to visit my sister and her family. second reason is to jalanjalan lah babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;since the immigration was some sort like ketat gila, so in order to avoid the detector from producing an irritating sound, i took off my brooches. echeh. like arabian. tp serabut gila ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;later, i saw my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first day, we went to robin hood's. if you are one of thousands robbin hood fan, it is a must. sadly, i am not. so i only enjoyed taking photos. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;then we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;freezing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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1'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-2516985043981815739</id><published>2008-06-20T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:28:19.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day has come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;im blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;im using my along lappy to update my blog since my lauya lappy cant be onn. urgh..nvm. always think postive. take things positively. thus, i will get my new lappy. yehah!! hurmm..even though i like pink, but i wont choose pink lappy. i have enough with my hp and mp3. so, i MIGHT choose green or purple. purple?? erk..my baju dh byk purple..so green maybe? envy me.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;now it's 3.30 pm. yesh. the day has come. going off to leicster tomorrow morning. 0055. we will bersepai at klia for 3hours. haish..darn bored to death. so, i downloaded some songs in order to turn down my boredom. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;along thought we will arrive on friday. so she had booked tickets to robin hood's on friday.,ade miscommunication sket.sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;yehah..i've packed everything. erk..not evertyhing but most of it. my hand luggage is still on my bed. empty. dont know what to stuff. i was thinking of my telekung, facial foam(need it when transit in dubai), mp3, hp, sweater etc.) erk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;actually, i am bit kalut cuz i have to pack things that need to bring to upsi. so, u can imagine how my bedroom looks like. ehe.. the day after reach kuantan, will need to register in upsi. haish...cepatnye...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;result isnt out YET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-2516985043981815739?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/2516985043981815739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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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-8923804818897777513.post-4714022095956084748</id><published>2008-06-15T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:43:15.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sisterhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;last night, mak cu's family arrived home quite late.&lt;br /&gt;that time, we were having our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i was not in the mood since i had this cough-fever.&lt;br /&gt;so after greeting them, i locked myself in my room surfing and fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;hurm..the next day, my cute cousins knocked my door. lol. as usual, they wanted to main in my room.&lt;br /&gt;hurm..&lt;br /&gt;so, we had fun even we had this age gap. lantaq pi lah. we just sat on my bed reading stuffs and joke around. haish. love it when they hugged me. i hugged them as well. just miss the moment. pity me.&lt;br /&gt;uwa..now they gone.&lt;br /&gt;and next two weeks, i will be in mak cu's house since bukit beruntung is very near to tanjung malim for my registration day.&lt;br /&gt;haish..2 months passed. very da cepat one.&lt;br /&gt;and next week!!yeaaahah!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sister =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-4714022095956084748?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/4714022095956084748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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And i have finished watching nodame contabile which i strongly promoting this japanese dorama to those who spend your time at my blog. it is based on a manga. no wonder, it is funny like hell. the way chiaki (my hiroshi takashi) smacked nodame(uero) and vice-versa are darn funny. if it's in real life, haish..i think u die di. ^^&lt;br /&gt;i watched the two last special episodes like 4 times in one day. just couldnt resist it. the actress shared the same feelings as the heroine in it started with a kiss where they both love the coolest guy. but, nodame isnt irritating through out the doramas unlike the actress in i.s.w.a.k! that's y i love japanese dorama n korean =D&lt;br /&gt;plz, i&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; u to watch this japanese dorama about orchaestra(pianist+the conductor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i looked for the anime and manga as well. hahaha. darn. anime, manga and live action are superb. haish. as the result, i just cant resist manga starting from last two days.&lt;br /&gt;At least, i have something to do..hehehe even reading online manga =D&lt;br /&gt;hurm.. i wish my love life will be like in the manga where everything seems perfect.. ya lor.. im single and available loh. that's y i keep imagining that kind of relationship. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;haish...&lt;br /&gt;im bored! very lazy to ym cuz i need to type..heheh..but cant stop myself from writing crappy things here...gyabbboooooo mukkkkyyyyyya..both taken from nodame ^^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-7336801580850921586?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/7336801580850921586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=7336801580850921586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/7336801580850921586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/7336801580850921586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/06/mangas-love-is-greatest-love-ever.html' title='manga&apos;s  love is the greatest love ever?'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-1950351780646421690</id><published>2008-06-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:03:49.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gila x sehat nye idop aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;salam alaik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im waiting for the final episode of nodame cantabile a japanese series to finish loading.&lt;br /&gt;haish..it's very addictive.&lt;br /&gt;ok..regarding the title, i admit that during this hols i just spent my time in front of my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;ini sangat tidak sihat for my eyes and even my body since i would skip my meal. when i skipped my meal, i tend to eat a lot for dinner which is not good eventhough i spent 45minutes doing the exercise ball at the evening. sak! and not good for my eyes. i dont want my power to be more than 250. cuz i hate to wear glasses. erk..&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;aiyoo..lambatnye nodame nak download. tonight connection is darn slow. unlike this afternoon where i didnt have to wait for it to finish downloaded cuz i cud watch it straight after i clicked at the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.crunchyroll.com/nodame-cantabile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wargh...&lt;br /&gt;erk..cant wait for the next friday&lt;br /&gt;^u^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-1950351780646421690?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/1950351780646421690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=1950351780646421690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/1950351780646421690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/1950351780646421690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/06/gila-x-sehat-nye-idop-aku.html' title='gila x sehat nye idop aku'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-5126411506760733958</id><published>2008-06-09T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:03:59.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;i havent told you what had happened during last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after had breakfast with mama, ayah and angah, we went to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Erk..yesh!&lt;br /&gt;since i could get a new nice clothes or other things.&lt;br /&gt;And yes...!&lt;br /&gt;ayah bought me a pair of clarks sandal! cool..at first, i tried the brown colour. ugh..they dont have my size. aiyark..so i chose the black color instead.&lt;br /&gt;i bought brown tunic! owh yeah..can wear it for summerday in UK next friday!!alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;owh ayah did ask angah to inivte his gf along.&lt;br /&gt;the idea was to buy her a ring for merisik.&lt;br /&gt;aikh..it's a short notice by the way.&lt;br /&gt;So, she joined us with her sister who happened to be my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-corky-senior-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; in school. hurmm..by the way, i assumed she's like that since we were not close at all. and why shud we aite?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;i accompanied her to alter her jeans at levi's.&lt;br /&gt;this is when i smiled at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-not-so-hawt-yet-cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; promoter who stood near me at the counter. he didnt reply my sweet smile. FINE! he did reply after a long period.. blah lah..but, you didnt look that nice when u smiled. so u can keep ur smile to urself cuz u are not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sogoodtobetrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;later, we couldnt fine my parents. that time, thre's only a place in mind. KEDAI EMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;so, there they were. choosing the ring. i chose the other one without the white gold. my brother also chose the same but he just told me once we reached home. cheh. but anyway, im not the one who will be wearing it. she will. so, she chose the one with white gold around it. And, can carve our names behind the ring. haisheh.&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;so i guess there will be a big event in my family later.&lt;br /&gt;amin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-5126411506760733958?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/5126411506760733958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=5126411506760733958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/5126411506760733958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/5126411506760733958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/06/good.html' title='good'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-3481728170497859269</id><published>2008-06-07T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:54:54.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vote for my nephew izz haikal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://era.fm/galeri/foto_popular/permata_hati/default.asp?whichpage=3&amp;amp;pagesize=5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose peek a boo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syahibudil izz haikal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show us ur support  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-3481728170497859269?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/3481728170497859269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=3481728170497859269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/3481728170497859269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/3481728170497859269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/06/vote-for-my-nephew-izz-haikal.html' title='vote for my nephew izz haikal'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-4078380426309146166</id><published>2008-06-04T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T05:40:58.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im not a politician</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a msg from a friend of mine bek in ipsah.&lt;br /&gt;"Isi minyak ari neh. Esok myk naik. Hadiah Pak Lah untuk rakyat terchinta".&lt;br /&gt;ERk...i know why he sent  me that msg.&lt;br /&gt;He's being sarcastic since he knows that i support the government. CORRECTION. I support our fourth prime minister Tun Dr M but not the current PM.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...every words from Tun are facts that nobody can deny. He is clever, marvelous, superb and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Even he also made lots of mistakes(as if other politician tak) but, Malaysia is well-known in other countries when he reigned this conutry.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder when he stepped down, i cried even i knew nothing at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say no to khairy..join anti-khairy at facebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-4078380426309146166?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/4078380426309146166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=4078380426309146166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/4078380426309146166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/4078380426309146166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-politician.html' title='im not a politician'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-8864810189565745709</id><published>2008-06-03T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:41:20.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another crush?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;greetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;erm..what happened to my cousin's wedding?&lt;br /&gt;duh..we were on the bridegroom's side.&lt;br /&gt;from kuantan around 830 am and i was famished that time. But ayah didnt want to stop at McD or Zaman like what we've planned earlier. Erk..Thus, i just closed my eyes tight, and fallen asleep. what else cud i do right.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Temerloh's r&amp;amp;r. having nasik lemak.phuh..finally, im fulled. Reached KL around 11.30am.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were the last family to arrived since the weddingn would take place at a hall in jalan salehuddin.&lt;br /&gt;and WE thought, everyone would gather at my grandma's house before heading to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;hurmm...at the end, my family together with my aunt and grandma went there in one car. The bridegroom was still in his black shirt!OM!!its almost 1.30pm!&lt;br /&gt;Mak andam wasnt the one who make-up him. But....my parents and those aunts. huish...it didnt turn out like what they'd planned earlier. And who am i to rebel?so just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;today's theme was purple. Aishk..my fav colour. But frankly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;purple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; isnt a nice colour for wedding. so, i have to drop it from my theme's list.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the makeup thing took place at the fourth level. Then, my cousin recieved a msg from his wife(they did the akad nikah on friday but my family and i werent there) telling him that she's ready. So, we walk off to the lobby. Right after the lift opened, i saw an angel. owh darn. he's hawt. really. looking good in his glasses. Then i got to know that he's the maid of the honour plus he's from singapore. he is a brother of my cousin's husband. well...he just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; too good to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. So, nothing to dream off.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was ready, the kompang theme started to do their work. gosh..my ears were in pain..Reached the hall. At eyes sat on us.cheh. i mean on the newly wed. And we need to walk along the aisle. haish. untill we reached our table. Eating time. Hehehe. i sat with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; too-good-to-be-true'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;s parents. They are lovely and very down-to-earth. i thought they were  corky. my father-in-law( i wish) poured me drinks. asked me whther i want anything else. haish. all i said was ' nvm. i want to eat the lauk je'. haish. and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;too-good-to-be-true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; was darn gorgeous on the podium kipas-ing the couples.haish. he's wearing beige baju melayu. while the bride's side's maid of honour wore a dress. haish. tah pape.(jealous is it?hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Later, went off to my grandma's house. Once reached the house, everybody made use of the time by SLEEPING at the living room. hahaha.i couldnt resist the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;Around 6.30pm, my ayah said we need to help my aunt to reduce the quantity of the chairs and tables. So, we went to the hall. While re-arranging those tables n chairs, i saw someone's comming.hahahahha. it was the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; too-good-to-be-true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. Looked yummy even though he's only wearing a pair of sneakers, black shirt and shorts.yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;We left alone when the makcik and my cousins betulkan the pelamin. Just speechless. long after that, he helped them. haish. so tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, it's the bridegroom's side's time. The ceremony still took place in the same hall but the theme changed. it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue/turqoise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. so yummmy. Hehehe. I smiled and laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the too-good-to-be-true. I dont care if u say i am &lt;s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERASAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. yes, i know i am PERASAN. but maybe&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wore white baju melayu.darn gorgeous. the best thing happened when he turned back and looked at me in my eyes. nope. i dont think im perasan when i write this. my cousin told me so.and i also aknowledge his glance. it's not once. but many times. Someore, when i wanted to get the bunga telurs(yes..i had to distribute those telurs) i came across him who was talking to my cousin(BOB). and he purposedly moved a little bit behind. i almost bumped into him..dush.i was facing them that time. haish.saje je.hahahahahha.but the feeling was great.&lt;br /&gt;many things happened. but i want to keep to myself since i dont want u to label me as PERASAN or YUCKEY. so...cant wait for hari raya and alang's wed this coming november. I will meet u till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muachs..hahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-8864810189565745709?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/8864810189565745709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=8864810189565745709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/8864810189565745709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/8864810189565745709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-crush.html' title='another crush?'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-1314187611613148681</id><published>2008-05-30T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:02:23.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if u know how i feel</title><content type='html'>Salam alaik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friday routine as usual. Have lunch with mama. I chose pizza hut since it is just next to teruntum complex. Why on earth did we go to teruntum? hehehe.. cuz Mama  wanna buy2 new pair of pants for me. Brown and Black. Luv both. =) Pizza KP was suck. The workers were not efficient at all. Especially the woman that took our orders. Silly! We had to wait for more than 15 minutes just to eat the yuckey chicken arrabiata..urgh. Ruined my appetite. Nasib baik, i chose pizza just for the sake of our earth. Didnt want to contribute to the high level of greenhouse gasses.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..after that i sent my mom to her office. Headed to the immagration office to take my PASSPORT! i have my own passport. since it's FRIday, so i had to be patient. hurm..bosan bosan.&lt;br /&gt;4043 counter 3. yeah. dat's my number. i went to the counter. nice tudung..hurmm..thank you. that's all i said. after received my passport, hooray i planned to use the back jalan. meaning no need to rempuh friday traffic. kuantan traffic tiap2 jumaat je. but at the end, i sesat. ok find. so i made a u-turn and went straight follow the signboard to the town. haish. wasting my money on the fuel. dah lah minyak makin mahal.najib.najib.anuar kate time dia harga minyak ciput je naik. laa..tu time dia. dah berabad dah. indon pun harge naik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, will go to kl. my cousin's wedding. aiseh.bosan sket part2 wedding neh. lagi2 cousin kawen. meaning, bagi bunge telur lah. hopefully, my cousins will offer their helping  hands = volunteer to distribute those bunga telurs. malas aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                      Sunday=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-1314187611613148681?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/1314187611613148681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=1314187611613148681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/1314187611613148681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/1314187611613148681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-u-know-how-i-feel.html' title='if u know how i feel'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-6221393273558062270</id><published>2008-05-29T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T03:59:58.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise Ball vs Yoga</title><content type='html'>Salam alaik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in dilemma. Which to choose either exercise ball or yoga. or&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Points for Exercise Ball:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No need to buy new attire&lt;br /&gt;- Can do it at home&lt;br /&gt;- No time constraint&lt;br /&gt;- No friends still can work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Points for Yoga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- New thing for me&lt;br /&gt;- Very near to my house&lt;br /&gt;- $5 per session only&lt;br /&gt;- Im free during those 3 sessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erk..i cant make up my mind. Hurm..it's not a prob if i choose both. since yoga is only three times a week. I can use the remaining 4 days to do exercise ball at home.&lt;br /&gt;Hm..even though i am really into yoga, but i have no friends to go there. at least a friend will do. mama like malas je. she's busy with her work. so i guess, i cant put my hope there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i was sweating when i typed this. just finished doing exercise ball. =)&lt;br /&gt;sweating like gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Both are good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-6221393273558062270?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/6221393273558062270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=6221393273558062270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/6221393273558062270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/6221393273558062270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/05/exercise-ball-vs-yoga.html' title='Exercise Ball vs Yoga'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-7347661604826527179</id><published>2008-05-28T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:04:56.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excited?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hei hei hei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks before my parents and i go to UK.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i feel nothing even this is going to be my first visit to UK.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are so excited to visit their grandson.&lt;br /&gt;Eerrmm..me too. but the excitement still i tak rase.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wutever it is. It's going to be summer at that time. So, i dont need to bring my sweater. Oh..maybe i should. Just in case when on the plane..&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. when i write this thing, i can feel a bit the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. wanna snap as many pics as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, shopping for eidulfitri.&lt;br /&gt;They must have must size.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna look for a cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;Erm..and funky shirt as well.&lt;br /&gt;Will go to Malaysian Hall. So, need to dress nicely. Mane taw bertemu jodoh..haha. nope. im not kidding. hahahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;OWh my. Just cant wait to go to the Victorian Station.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;My second dream is to spend hols in Japan. To enjoy the sakuras.&lt;br /&gt;Hihih.&lt;br /&gt;One day, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;OWh ya. Forgot to tell.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the yoga class.&lt;br /&gt;Will start next week.&lt;br /&gt;Three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know yet which time to choose.&lt;br /&gt;:: 8 a.m ::&lt;br /&gt;::6 p.m ::&lt;br /&gt;::8 p.m ::&lt;br /&gt;hurm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;      Counting the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-7347661604826527179?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/7347661604826527179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=7347661604826527179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/7347661604826527179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/7347661604826527179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/05/excited.html' title='excited?'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-8608976888201136644</id><published>2008-05-27T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:23:36.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP vs KUANTAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;::Peeps::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All of suddent she misses SP so much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because in SP there are lots of things to do instead of lepak in her room.&lt;br /&gt;In SP, she cud go out alone without her friends. But in Kuantan, she just cant go out alone. She feels awkward.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, she doesnt know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;If in SP, she feels safe. Ok ok, it sounds absurd since SP isnt the safe place afterall after those raped cases.&lt;br /&gt;But still, she misses SP so much.&lt;br /&gt;Hermmm.. maybe SP is just a small town. That's y she has no prob to wander around alone.&lt;br /&gt;She could go karoakeing alone in SP but not in Kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she also could go watch movie alone in SP, which she used to do in Kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;Haish..what happend to her.&lt;br /&gt;She just couldnt stop thinking of SP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stall which she always go to buy food, is darn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;SP is cheaper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-8608976888201136644?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/8608976888201136644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=8608976888201136644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/8608976888201136644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/8608976888201136644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/05/sp-vs-kuantan.html' title='SP vs KUANTAN'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-8129745099736617958</id><published>2008-05-26T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:41:02.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:: Hey People::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her plan with Yoghee ruined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pool was closed for renovation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Didnt know until when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Meaning she couldnt go swimming which is one of the best ways to reduce weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Second plan, taking yoga class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exercise is good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-8129745099736617958?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/8129745099736617958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=8129745099736617958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/8129745099736617958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/8129745099736617958'/><link 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as her little cousins always sticked-to-her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Skip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As we know, nowadays computer and internet play important part in our daily life. Not only adult depends on it, but children as well.&lt;br /&gt;My little cousins, both are in their primary year, used my laptop to play virtual games. Cool. Even it sounds like kids,  she joined the club as well. She just couldnt resist games like making burgers and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Both cousins are really good in English. Hmm..Love to have students like them. Anyhow, I will teach secondary school. Thus,  I need to be prepared.(scared yet cant wait)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling for 11 Januari sang by Gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-8820420234497739855?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/8820420234497739855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=8820420234497739855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/8820420234497739855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/8820420234497739855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/05/kiddos.html' title='kiddos'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-5423312496618060028</id><published>2008-05-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:07:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>supports</title><content type='html'>                                                            &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    ::Hey People::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/mafu_banner.jpg" width="485" height="72" alt="free download" title="free download" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-5423312496618060028?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/5423312496618060028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=5423312496618060028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/5423312496618060028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/5423312496618060028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/05/supports.html' title='supports'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-1655689677771902930</id><published>2008-05-22T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:28:54.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sin food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4gCSlZ5h50/SDVYzjHhk3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/igNRlWs-B6o/s1600-h/3655974674.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4gCSlZ5h50/SDVYzjHhk3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/igNRlWs-B6o/s320/3655974674.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203162587119850354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4gCSlZ5h50/SDVYpjHhk2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R03Ka2by6sY/s1600-h/3863329335.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4gCSlZ5h50/SDVYpjHhk2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R03Ka2by6sY/s320/3863329335.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203162415321158498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;::Dear People::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;aha..for the first time ever, she felt guilty when it comes to &lt;s&gt;food&lt;/s&gt;. as if the food is a sin..this happened when she wanted to decide what to eat for her lunch. Hmm..kfc was floating in front of her. Kept calling her name..yum yum yum.. but then, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; calory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; of the fried chicken  and cheesy wedges halt her appetite. lol. instead of driving off to the kfc new doublestorey building, she headed to the same stall she went last monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;::Eating is not a sin::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-1655689677771902930?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/1655689677771902930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=1655689677771902930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/1655689677771902930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/1655689677771902930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/05/sin-food.html' title='sin food'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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/_B4gCSlZ5h50/SDVYzjHhk3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/igNRlWs-B6o/s72-c/3655974674.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923804818897777513.post-6022728775700880807</id><published>2008-05-21T05:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:10:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;::Dear People::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;,  she spent  her day by watching televison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. while watching abo(thai's drama), hbo(the prince&amp;amp;me), E! and not to be missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Renjis Ep 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;( accidentally watched it even  she hates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ashraf sinclair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp;also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;elyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;)  she folded those baju that had been laying on the couch for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abo drama was great. Titled Metrosexual. A man is confuse with his own identity whthr he is straight or gay. At first, she thought dat guy is a metrosexual type of guy. Nothing is wrong with that. However, it turns up that he is a gay who tries not to admit the reality by pretending to love a girl.  The girl still can accept him as a friend. If  she in her shoes, she will definitely do the same thing. Just imagine, the guy involves  in entertaiment industry and will be abroad like once in a week. Everytime he goes travelling, definitely he will buy something for his 'girl'. Duh. Every girl dreams to own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!(orginal ok) She dreams to own one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Later, she watched the prince and me. lol. She has watched the movie before still she wanted to stick in front of the tele. hmmm... a prince falls for an ordinary girl. Such a romance. And the actor is beautiful. Uk accent which sounds sexy to her. haha! Nah. she didnt actually focus on the movie because she's starving like hell that time. But she needs to stick to her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;DIET PLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; which forbids her to take  white rice in big potion. Thus, she went to the kitchen, and started making her own porridge with egg. Plus, guava as the dessert. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmm.. after that, she took the remote control and chose what to watch. Her eyes stucked on Ria Astro which aired Renjis Ep 1. Since Ria launched this 'kahwin mode' so renjis is one of the shows to support the theme. It's about Elyana who is the main actress leads a bridal shop own by her mother. And, Ashraf Sinclair as usual acts as anak org kaya who speaks broken Bahasa Malaysia. Even she dislikes both lead actors, but  she just watched it because Ashraf is in the show.Lol. But the story is some sort of another cheap drama. Can't compared to hollywood where the bridal shop is much better. Ok find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Insufficient budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is one of the reasons why we cant compete with them. But, then if use money wisely, the setting can be alived.  what she means is, the bajus pengantin in the shop dont look nice. CHEAP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Annnnnnndddddddddd....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the wedding ceremony isnt nice at all. Really..gosh. The bridal shop and wedding ceromony are the spotlight in the drama. But both are  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORST! WORST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;! haish. Lots of things should be put into account before shooting this drama. haish. What a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Delin..jom pi makan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Mama, dh ckp x nak makan malam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-6022728775700880807?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/6022728775700880807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=6022728775700880807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/6022728775700880807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/6022728775700880807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-day_21.html' title='end of the day'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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-8923804818897777513.post-5985883092868854528</id><published>2008-05-20T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T04:58:45.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>realise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;::Dear People::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Finally,  she managed to come out with 'Only a life lived for others is a life'. The quotation makes her to think. Have she ever done something good for others? What was her best deeds? She keeps thinking. But she cant even name one. One that makes her proud of doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;OWh.. now she remembered. Once, at PEnang International Airport. After she checked in, she waired for her flight. While waiting, a chinese(doesnt mean she is racism) grandma, sat next to her. At first, she really focused on her reading. Nobody could take her eyes off of Judith Mcnanught's. But, this nenek could. The nenek kept interrogating her questions. Sometimes, she couldnt understand the nenek's questions. but still she tried her best to answer. She told her that she wanted to use ladies. at first, she just let the nenek own her own. But then, she closed her novel and holding her hands straight into the ladies. even firefly's staff seemed not to care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Later, her flight arrived. Coincidentally, the nenek was on the same flight with her. Thus, she held her hands, carefully and gently headed into the plane. Nobody seemed to care about the nenek. The staff just smiled at her without offering their helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;She didnt think that the nenek will value her help. Until she came across the quotation which makes her realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;.. Just offer your helping hands ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923804818897777513-5985883092868854528?l=miraezureende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/feeds/5985883092868854528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923804818897777513&amp;postID=5985883092868854528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/5985883092868854528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923804818897777513/posts/default/5985883092868854528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraezureende.blogspot.com/2008/05/realise.html' title='realise'/><author><name>miraezureende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07077036999608425731</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>
