<?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-2758255323207077813</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:56:00.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LifeApart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-2545117708647867295</id><published>2011-02-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:03:28.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;I promise myself that whatever happen i will never let u go and i will stick with u forever even if u were to hurt me...because that my true feelings toward you...i know u are very stress and i definetly nt let u go easily...i want to be there just for u...althought last time i use to like stupid and useless people that backstab me...but now i am change and i will love only u...my mistake last time was to close with someone and in the end tell me people wrong thing..dun worry lar to that person...GOd heard what u say and god knows what u message me...tell go tell the world that i this and that..but i dun give a damn....know y???coz i really dun care what u want to talk bout me...and u are useless to me...a very stupid underhand mean to make me falll....stupid and useless tactic larh gerl...i jus love syawal and even if he push me i wont let hym go...i dun care....pyepye*WAVE&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/2758255323207077813-2545117708647867295?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/2545117708647867295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/2545117708647867295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-promise-myself-that-whatever-happen-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-4701748451462139753</id><published>2011-01-29T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:45:58.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO think it hurt this way...it so pain..and all i do was to cry everyday...to think it would be like this...it was so hurt...all i want his hym....i want u to come back....pleaseee i beg u...i need you....i totally need you...what should i do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-4701748451462139753?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4701748451462139753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4701748451462139753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-think-it-hurt-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-3551309822701995947</id><published>2011-01-29T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:37:28.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;You doubt my love i had for u....if i didn't love u why did i accept ur heart in the first place...?i care ur feeling,love and everything but hurt is u doubt my love....whenever i thought i may fall,i try my best nt too...when i wanted to cry when people&amp;nbsp;humiliation,insulting me..i stand up and walk away...i told them that i love u and that i dun care anything they want to say....i know u are working and i try spending tyme with u as i dun want u get bored...u say ITE got many guy comfirm i got admire...but no...becoz my heart has only u and i want to look only at u..i gave up everything just for u...everyday i would ask myself...what should i buy for u?has he eaten?are u okay??how is ur work life/??should i visit hym??should i buy u something??should i gave u my support....i truly love u...and i want to be with u...i know u can't text me go out with me often...i know...but still i dun mind..i dun mind waiting for u..and i understand u are tired as u are working...i think positive in everyway...valentine day coming and i plan something just to make u know that i love u...but i didn;t know it has to end here...i try really hard but in hte end it is a failure...when i htought of giving up,i told myself dun...u need me...as a girl of course i want go out spend tyme.holding hand..going out together....but when i think back..i can;t be selfish to think that way as u are busy and i must understand u....i truly put hope on our relationship..and u say 'nah u dun,'...itz hurt but i try to be strong....why?why come knocking my hart when in the end u break with me??why asked me to gave u love when in the end i am the one hurting most...y?y?y????....y u make me fall deep for u and now u want me to let go....its hurt...it is totally hurt...when i stead with u...what i fear is u leaving me...i fear that so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;i truly helpless ...so helpless with what u had say..it totally hurt me....our love has gone....and i am also gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-3551309822701995947?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3551309822701995947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3551309822701995947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-doubt-my-love-i-had-for-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-4360211621299918496</id><published>2011-01-29T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T03:20:03.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I wont let u go...i will love u no matter what...i will be with u forever...and there is no more break up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-4360211621299918496?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4360211621299918496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4360211621299918496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wont-let-u-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-7225141175833487439</id><published>2011-01-29T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:13:13.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I m helpless....why??...please dun leave me....i totally love u..you once told me 'i do' when &amp;nbsp;i ask u are u seriuous with me...please dun change your hart...as i totally need you now.......my heart has totally need you now...i beg u,,dun leave me.,,,,i can change if u want.....do u want to noe that i rejected many offered as i want to be with you....although i am tired and i am sick nt then i dun mind bcause i really want you....i totally need you....u know how much i misz,love and need you....Please dun change ur hart...i helpless as i know this day would have come...i have never want to imagine it.but i knew it...i truly love you....i dun mind how much u hurt me as long i want u to know my heart truly love u and i have never play with our true relationship that we build.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-7225141175833487439?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/7225141175833487439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/7225141175833487439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-5358316775883691309</id><published>2011-01-28T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T11:57:48.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: magenta;"&gt;i want to cry ..my heart is sobbing...&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/2758255323207077813-5358316775883691309?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/5358316775883691309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/5358316775883691309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-5079993484994039571</id><published>2011-01-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:38:27.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So tireddddd...i go home today at 8.00pm...actuallyy i finish sch at 5 lorh,then i &amp;nbsp;thought go to bedok,go meet hym lorh,but nevermind larh...dun want disturb hym,..,so I ,myaka,vicky,andy and his couzin go playy Carom,pictionary and lastly i and andy play counter strike,,,,Elmo help us by setup our game to his server...then we play only for a while then they off the computer say want go home...BASTARD!!!..hahaha..but i felt fun eventhought it is nt enjoyable....Andy couzin felt cranky all that...so i was trying to make the mood fine....u know larh ANDY PERANGAI....he will always brag...so go buy VICO and then go home lorh...Bid farewell to andy and his cuzin...then i walk myself to the MRT and went straight home...had fun today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Signed off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;9:31pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;27/1/2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;sch life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt; sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt; sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; sch life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt; sch life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt; sch life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt; sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt; sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt; sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&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/2758255323207077813-5079993484994039571?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/5079993484994039571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/5079993484994039571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-tireddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-3476024047512172128</id><published>2011-01-27T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:09:25.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: red;"&gt;I am so bored in school with my leg pain and hearing sugandha lecture...it way too bored for me to listen what he said..arghhh my leg pain and nobody care even my baby...sobsob...sad but true..i hope he got request for off on 11 feb..if not nevermind then...he is a manager and i must understand u see...so mira,understand okaY!!!!!...how much i misz hym...wanted to meet hym..yesterday been there but he is off and he even didn't tell me..does he love toward me changing??what am i supposed to do??every girl want to spend time with their guy...i also want but i can't be selfish thinking bout myself and didn't care bout hym,u see..somemore he working very very hard,so i musn't stresz hym as he got many things to stress about..his staff,stock,bla bla bla bla and on ..so nevermind...i jsut wait ..let hym make a move then...i shall stay put..but i can't...he dun even msg me sometimes....maybe he is busy and tired.that y...mira must wait on hym kay...i just misz my boy...lovelove mizs misz misz...i will love hym no matter what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: red;"&gt;only hym hym hym....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: red;"&gt;signed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: red;"&gt;mirawai/rizamira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: red;"&gt;27/01/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: red;"&gt;3:23pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: red;"&gt;lovelife &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;lovelife &lt;/span&gt;lovelife &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;lovelife &lt;/span&gt;lovelife &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;lovelife&lt;/span&gt; lovelife &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;lovelife &lt;/span&gt;lovelife &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;lovelife&lt;/span&gt; lovelife&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; lovelife&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-3476024047512172128?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3476024047512172128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3476024047512172128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-so-bored-in-school-with-my-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-4916105864772938298</id><published>2011-01-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:16:35.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My baby is having a fever...i am worried for hym so much...i wish to tell hym jsut now that i pass my test..but it nt the right tyme as he is sick...hmm misz hym alot even when last friday i meet hym already...i dunnoe y i can't get angry with at all...he still want to woork when he know that he is nt feeling well...i felt touched that he does that..but who would appreciate his way of working,of course they will bully hym more...i dunnoe y it hard for hym to take MC even for one day....Tmmrw after i finish sch,if he going back at 6,,..i am going to fetch hym and go bck with hym...i scared anything happen to hym...he has a fever u noe...then just he msg mg saying he want to fainted..i am so worried and panic for a while...all i know was pray in my heart hoping that he can be strong...actually right,i dunnoe why i love hym so much since he knock to my love door....he is the first guy that i use my bravery to kisz and buy hym things....i felt happy...it is nt because i am impatient but i dun want hym to be so distant..get what i mean???as he is working and i am schooling...our tyme and off is different...so we may nt have time but each other..but i must use my brain to be there for hym as he take me as his GF mahhhhh.....and i dunnoe why i love to ccomment about hym alot...like he is cute,chubby boy....i love hymm sooooo muchhhhh....God,plz make hym strong to face the challenge he is going thru....psst:i stead with hym on 2 january 2011...hehehe...nytez my baby and takecare yeah..mira is nt there but her heart is always there wrapping and hugging ur heart warmly...*hughug.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodbye and gdnytez to my readerz...*wave...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Signed off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;mira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;24/1/2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;10:16pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-4916105864772938298?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4916105864772938298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4916105864772938298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-baby-is-having-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-1727698512917514452</id><published>2011-01-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:35:02.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love hym so much...althought i can't explain bout my heart confusion but i feel like,he need me more..and yeah it just start of our love life,althought i have been hurt before my love lie and love hurt but i try to be strong and love hym...i will open my heart just for &amp;nbsp;hym..i am nt sure how and what will happen to our love,.i hope he can be there and i can be there for me..althought it hard for me to msg hym coz he always gave me not 1 or 2 words but i dun feel angry,just that he is cute..i like his style and way....for our love,it may be short or may be long..but i hope to spend time with hym...like how other gerls want...I love you my dear...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: orange;"&gt;my brother??i dunnoe how to say it...it take times for everything..he dun have a sister like me...i make him loses his trust toward me,yeah that true,,,i didn't denied it but then i did it for his sake....sarah is also his elder sister..what ever it is,she must also know...yeah i am a loser,i can't be trust..yeah that true...i think he dun need me anymore or have a sister name MIRA...itz okay...i will also go..so that he won't hate girls and be happy with how he lead his life...i know hafidz,u go to PUB and u drink and smoke...i know it...just that i dun want to say anything..we are even...i broke ur trust toward me and u broke ur trust toward me...but i have nvr feel angry what had u done....i know u are stress,emotional...u need someone to talk too but u dun trust anyone especially ur idiot ratreded fucking sister..ME!!,...yeah that y u prefer to be urself alone and just drown urself....i will stop now...but all i want to say...u are my angel disguised in devil...and please takecare of urself...i throw away the necklace u gave me,,,,when u gave me back,i just feel it is nothing...i lose...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Mira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: orange;"&gt;signed off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: orange;"&gt;10.34pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: orange;"&gt;8/1/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-1727698512917514452?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/1727698512917514452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/1727698512917514452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-hym-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-3228394871590030502</id><published>2011-01-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:36:51.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So tired...i wake up at 9 am then go mxg my deardear first...then go bath and get ready to go out...we should be meeting at 12 but i am late so i gave them excuse coz i haven't make up yet u noe...then i quickly make up not light but heavy make up..oh god stupid me..thinking that i can go rush down to yishun mrt..BUT...while make uping...fierul call my house and we talk...and i forget bout my half way make up lorh...then i told hym to put down anythin just msg as i am late to meet my fren...then xavier msg me,i htough he gonna scold me as yesterday i scold hym upside down...but then he say'where are you' so i was like ....what the H???then i ignore his msg as i am pissed off with hym for making me angry yesterday and scold me vulgarities for nothing lorh...then i rush down to mrt.then zul called me say he near swensen there or wendy...but i was near the 4 junction there...just when a car splash over me...OH MY GOD!!!my skirt is all wet lorh,,,,lucky the car very fast.if nt i throw my slipper at it...dunnoe how to drive...noty car....hmph...then we take train to mrt heading to simei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: red;"&gt;Oh yeah continue story.,..we take more than 4 train...*dizzydizzy.....then i saw bedok popeye...hehe...so happy...but i can't meet hym sobsob...maybe he is angry with me....then we go simei already...ernie is a silly girl..paper her lost,paper flies,paper all over....and seeing her ask where my paper??where my PSEA form??where my Bio data form??make me feel dizzy tooo...silly ernie...so i hold for her everything and we do things one by one...and after that..we headed to seragoon NEX mall,coz One idiot say got timezone and seoul garden..thinking that we can treat ernie seoul garden,we were thrilled bout that...then when we reach already we CAN'T.read it properly CAN'T!!!!!find the seoul garden and timezone even CINEMA!!!!yaissshhhh...i wish to hit that idiot with my sandals,let hym taste what is mira sandal flies feel like...WE have to eat KFC lorh...then when we were eating that two dumb dumb come....rian and xavier....yeah xavier that idiot..hmph...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;can i not continue my story anymore???i am dead tired lorh....*yawnnnnn....gdnytez larh,.mira want to cleep cleep already....B2ST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;mira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;signing off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;11:27pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;6/1/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-3228394871590030502?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3228394871590030502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3228394871590030502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-1877789433791011938</id><published>2011-01-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:41:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As today is my last day in Popeye..was upset with syawal,i bring a big bag thinkinh maybe going out with hym,brought his present too in the end he couldn't make it,,sad but true lorh....syawal noty.....so yeah..went out with mei fang for &amp;nbsp;awhile,she brought me a bear...a cute like me want..so i sent her bcak to popeye as she work until 10 ++..bfore that i buy all the popeye staff and manager a cake..paiseh but that show my thanknesz for them,,without them coaching me especially bee bee,haikal,shafiee and linda,i won't be learning anything...they are awesome....all the makcik makcik there also....surely enough i will misz auntie mala,crystal,coco,an peng,Naf......omg omg.....then at about 4 or 5 sarah came to pick me up,after waiting for her like a statue at popeye...after that i was with &amp;nbsp;my beloved sister,beloved brother and my another beloved short brother....we eat with linda at banquet then we go watch movies,.after that we go snap a pictures...i am hot in all the pictures..hahaha....as u noe it s mira....anyway....then we go eat mac donald...before we headed back home....had so much laughther and fun....they just couldn't stop with touching my baby fat...dunnoe y also....jealous maybe....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mira&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;signed off&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10:38 om&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2/1/2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-1877789433791011938?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/1877789433791011938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/1877789433791011938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-today-is-my-last-day-in-popeye.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-3985999466129504243</id><published>2010-12-30T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:35:15.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am so happy that i suddenly run to my mum room and called someone and just blurted out what i wanted to say....he is the first person that i called....we are going to the same macperson ITE....at first they choose me to go ITE Choa Chu kang...but then they didn't accept me yet...suddenly they choose and accept me to Macperson...and when i saw that..all i could think was HIM!!!!..i am going to meet hym!!!god gave me a chance to be more closer to him...thanks god thanks god...thanks for reading my blogspot and make what i hope come true what i have written on my blog...thanks god....thanks for hearing my prayer....i will be strong god..... mira is so so so happy...mira have a chance to takecare of hym and he have a chance to go back with me....YEAH MIRA!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;mira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;signed off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;30/12/2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;2:34am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-3985999466129504243?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3985999466129504243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3985999466129504243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-so-happy-that-i-suddenly-run-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-1227837949129802164</id><published>2010-12-30T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:48:31.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i dunnoe why my heart is sobbing,i am losing all hope...i am trying to be strong...God for once please let me be strong...let my heart smile brightly....i didn't know this is happening to me..i am taking everything slowly but sometimes slowly make me regret and loses things that i love...i can't sleep...althought i feel weak but i just feel like typing all my hurtnesz that i have been through..but i dun want,i dun want to ruin his reputation...his last word'i dun want to see mira again' make me lose hope...A girl wouldn't do all this till the end just for a guy...at a first stage he broke the girl heart,the girl had let go of him and cry away..but me...i am just standing there and taking a step backward so that he won;t feel suffocated....i also didn't force hym to love me...he misunderstand me alot....itz okay...i am smiling even i heard what he told someone....i just using my courage,bravely,confidence and guts to face him even when i don't have that..at times i am falling,trying to give up..but why not give a try...You wouldn't know the answer if u nvr give a try...when obstacles come i bravely nvr admit defeat..to tell you the truth..this is the first time i do this just for someone....but in the end now...i admit defeat and surrender...i dunnoe how i am goiign to face hym...as he dun want see me again...but i promise my self that itz okay...i will go to work and smile,when he show me black face,i will still smile...it z okay mira...everything is gonna be fine if u believe on urself mira...so mira....do it till the end...dun give up mira....i can't sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-1227837949129802164?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/1227837949129802164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/1227837949129802164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dunnoe-why-my-heart-is-sobbingi-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-7762349384274732890</id><published>2010-12-29T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:29:48.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-7762349384274732890?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/7762349384274732890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/7762349384274732890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-my-beloved-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-767676125335042579</id><published>2010-12-29T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:11:53.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="background-color: red;"&gt;Somemore or some what mira dunnoe what to do sumore with love..mira dun want hurt anyone...i know his feelings toward me,but i try not to give hope,i know that he last moment in this world he dun want me to cry,i am happy to find someone like him..he treasure me alot,he understand me...he is the first person who taught me to do cashier,one of my mischievous was when wanted to give customer their number tag,i will always throw the receipt and not even apologisez but keep saying'i dun care u write new one'...i know if people read this it is not funny at all..but that moment i remember that he still can tolerate me and laugh when he have to go the customer and ask what has he forget to give or the number tagged that he gave is for.....that's the moment i had with hym..although it was a while,i am ahppy to see his smile and we bully each other...but now when he told me something that was so shocking that he has an sickness..i dunnoe what to do...but all i could do to ask god give him time me and him to spend time together for the last moment and to make him happy till he last breath...God love hym more than anyone else...instead of worrying about himself,he worry about me more...he is my beloved brother,the want that sacrified anything just to make me smile and not hurt...that day i didn't wish to cry at his arm,but i have no choice as my tear keep flowing...it's too hurt..the one that i like feel angry and avoid me but the one that i just met yesterday gave me his arm when i cried...i always wonder and ask why must god take good and kinded hearted people away....why must he do that..??that when i found out that he love them more,god dun want him to hurt anymore in this world..people dun appreciate his kindness.everywhere he go,people shoved hym away...he is the one that make people smile but people think wrongly,,he make people smile brightly but in the end of the days he is in pain and hurt...God love hym,..god want him to know that in this world there will be no one would be there but God will be there to heal his pain and hurt heart...my brother has gold of heart..one day when he gone,the one that hurt him,i promise that they will regret it...even i am not ready to let god take him away...i wanted to hug him but i can't....he is my angel...my only angel that disgust itself like a devil...for one my brother if u read this..i want you to know that..i will pray for u and i will visit u..i will pray that god will forgive u bit by bit....God is kind to his fellows,he always forgive them eventhough they forget him...i will stay strong,my brother...i will smile and i will make u live till ur last day...i will hold on to u even in ur death bed....that my promises...please dun ask me when ur time has come because i want to see u even in ur last....let me remember forever that i have a brother that dote on me,care and love towards me....i was once had a brother that i called an angel disgust in devil...i will wipe my tears and i will make him happy with my sincerely smile....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: red;"&gt;mira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;signed off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;29/12/2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;11:11pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-767676125335042579?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/767676125335042579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/767676125335042579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/12/somemore-or-some-what-mira-dunnoe-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-3897054251974229398</id><published>2010-12-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:58:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I didn't know it could be so hurt..trying to forget everything pass eventhought i know it killing me...sometime when i force myself to smile,my heart feel truly hurt and i will suddenly in tear unknowingly...i don't know why it'z so pain even though he gave me a warning already...i always jealous of one girl,she gave flower to her guy,when she was anxious,nervous and panic..she keep thinking 'will he accept it'? 'how should i do it?'..'what should i do?'... i was there and witnesz her sweet love toward her love for her guy....eventhough it is disgusting but she tried her best trying to prove that even she fail at least she do it..it worth the try....it was a happy ending to her...Before she plan all this,she receive a big setback,but she just never give up eventhought another person ruin her mood...her boyfriend was in a blur state but he accept the gift eventhough he don't understand why she suddenly give him a flower...i bet he is happy and smiling away....with me looking and witness from first to last..i am also smiling eventhought she&amp;nbsp;torture&amp;nbsp;me to take 51 stairs steps...A smiling angel is looking on their love....while mine is a sad ending that no one expect it to happen...maybe i was to focus bout his feeling that i didn't know i am hurt..bleeding badly but i covered up so that people won't know and people won't see or say just the sake of hym...i did everything just for my true feeling i had on him...and now i know the truth that he don;t want to see me again....itz okay mira...u must bucked up....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-3897054251974229398?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3897054251974229398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3897054251974229398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-didnt-know-it-could-be-so-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-6171414493410116261</id><published>2010-12-26T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:28:02.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO what should i write??haha...anyway &amp;nbsp;i have nothing to write...hmm on one certain day,i gave one person a watch and i am happy atlast i can give her since the last i contact with her..truly i lose all my contact with her..so sad but it true...i should be sleeping but i can't..dun ask coz i won't tell....hahaha...hmm mira going to be busy this day....mira quiting popeye and mira going to spend time outside..so if anyone want go out with mira..make an appoinment yeah!!especially that person..hahaha..okay okay lar..mira going to sleep..nytez2....ummaaackkkzz..anyway i have been accepted!!!!i am so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mira misz sarah so much...sobsob&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;signed off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26/12/2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-6171414493410116261?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/6171414493410116261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/6171414493410116261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-what-should-i-writehaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-8944923530677957092</id><published>2010-12-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:08:41.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;when we r on the bus the other time if u could remember and the second say i meet u..we play and i touch ur hair.i still remember the bus 31 that we took..i help u with ur messy hair so that u can be sachok...u felt frustrated with ur hair and i help u out..then now thing were cleared on my mind...I play play disturb ur back hair..and u say this'dun touch my hair,bitch'...when i touch ur hair actually in my mind i was planning to tell u something that i want to say after waiting for so long i had one day to talk to u...... but it seem the hurt word come first....Although ur word sound hurt,but i feel happy that u are hating me more and more...i am sorry kay..i won't touch ur hair anymore...i guesz i must understand that,that was the 'last'time and nothing more than that...yikeszzzz i gave u time but it seem that even time has make u forget me....eEeyerhhhhh.....itz okay....'let go then hold'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;But mira realllyyyyy betollllll betolll miszzzz u lorh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue; color: red;"&gt;Signed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue; color: red;"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue; color: red;"&gt;10:07PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue; color: red;"&gt;7/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-8944923530677957092?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/8944923530677957092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/8944923530677957092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-we-r-on-bus-other-time-if-u-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-5113771563219497670</id><published>2010-11-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T01:00:49.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;haiyah...12:53am..i should be sleeping lorh...nt on internet and msging hym...:(...he also nvr reply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;waited for his msg u noe...plz reply...yuckz...today i am so tired lorh...1 packer 4 cashier...and i am running up and down...and 11 o clock also got people ...eEeyerhhh....actually hor..i need take my &amp;nbsp;medicine every 3 hours...but i nvr take...too busy mah...my eyes started to become blur lorh...i miss hym le...i nvr care bout anyone but only hym lorh...u think he think bout??yuckzzz..forget it mira....this only a dream lorh...i wish to sleep but i keep waiting for his reply lorh...haiyah haiyah haiyah....i told myself to let go of him...but look like i can't le....things doesn't go the way i am lorh this day...yuckiee yuckszz!!!!mira sleepppyyy lorh...*yawn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;signed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;1:00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;28/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; PYEPYE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-5113771563219497670?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/5113771563219497670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/5113771563219497670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/11/haiyah.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-6036807907338312144</id><published>2010-11-24T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:57:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;hello eberione*wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;mira is back!!haiyah!!i have to start work at popeye on 2 november..At first i know only Beebee..i thought she is a malay..but she chinese u noe..aiyah aiyah...and first start of work i hate shafiee..arrogant punk...BLUEK!!!bullying me here and there...hmm things when smoothly...i know many people now...so kind of interesting i think...i donna wanna talk bout work...coz i lazy to talk bout it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;.my birthday ah??hmm okay okay lar...but zul nvr wish me...i feel sad...the more i think the more i feel i am getting a distance to him lorh..ernie got wish me..haha...my birthday i came back home...my family celebrate it...we eat ice cream cake..nice u KNOW!!yummy yummuy...what should i say??bout my feelings??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Eventually i am hurt...i liked someone...He seemed not to undestand my feelings toward hym..all he does say'waiting for shafiee..'shafiee here shafiee there...i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;wish to tell hym my true feelings but i am just scared...why can't he think positive bout me??..when he talk bout his ex,he seemed to be happy and just blurted out without thinking bout my feeling lorh...now as i see,,,i wish to go far,,,because i want hym to be with his ex again..i dun want ruin their love and feeling for each other,dunnoe how lar i wanted to explain..sumtimes when i heard he talk bout his ex,,i feel like they love still each other but at the same times i feel happy if they reunited ,,but at the same time i feel sad lorh..we sit at the bus holding hand,we tease each other..we lie at each other..but as i feel...i need go separate way,so that i dun hurt her ex feelings and his heart..as long he is happy so am i...so all i wanted to do is to just make hym. to hate me..i am sorry ..i try to confessed my liking to u..but as i see u still love ur ex and ur ex love u..i cant be selfish to take u away..so it better i throw away my feelings toward &amp;nbsp;u...i will go and nvr look back...so CAIYO!!!there is a will,there is also a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mira&lt;br /&gt;signing off&lt;br /&gt;24/11/2010&lt;br /&gt;10.56PM&lt;br /&gt;pyepye...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-6036807907338312144?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/6036807907338312144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/6036807907338312144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-1975451442169155698</id><published>2010-10-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:06:56.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BOO!!!mira here...how are you??haha...i am bored lar...that y..actually wanted to tell that i like this girl call Dinah,i mean nt like,got feeling..but like as a fren...she very cute,easy going,understanding,..the way she think is so mature..she help me solve a problem...i find so happy after telling her my problem,eventhough i cannot hide that i feel sad about it,but she make me smile when i read her message in facebook..she is really something..hahaha..that makes me wanted to put her as my sibling(sister)in facebook...althought it's our first time chat with each other..but i feel comfortable chatting with her...i feel ease...thanks Dinah..i will buy for u present kay when your 1 year anniversary with farhan.....promise*pinky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-1975451442169155698?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/1975451442169155698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/1975451442169155698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/10/boomira-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-2846135459542391211</id><published>2010-10-28T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:11:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMkvfX8EvUI/AAAAAAAAABo/qT0JPwFl5Pw/s1600/SANY3324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMkvfX8EvUI/AAAAAAAAABo/qT0JPwFl5Pw/s320/SANY3324.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;H&lt;b&gt;ello..haha..yesterday 27/10/2010 i had fun and tired day...i go out at 6 am,help my mum until 10 am..then meet them..before meeting them i go chong pang with my mum buying stabiliser(asthma thing lar)for my sister..she is sick:(..At 10.30 like that i meet them..ernie and zul is at ernie blok there sitting down waiting for us to come...after sitting down watching movie then juwairiah come..she wear very prettily but in the end in &amp;nbsp;pain coz she wear heel..i like see her long leg..beautiful lar SEH...we go to swing there and play for a while..then go to 7 eleven to eat and drinks...we buy Slupree(my favourite drinks) then i go buy waffles but i waited so long for it..coz it burned-.-''...Then xavier come...hot stuff!!hahha..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMkvoxcfwAI/AAAAAAAAABw/qLyZnl5Ajtg/s1600/SANY3339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMkvoxcfwAI/AAAAAAAAABw/qLyZnl5Ajtg/s320/SANY3339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.then after the hassle and all we went to bottle&lt;/b&gt; tree park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMkvjYUJNrI/AAAAAAAAABs/W55jcAPcsi0/s1600/SANY3325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMkvjYUJNrI/AAAAAAAAABs/W55jcAPcsi0/s320/SANY3325.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;that go big big dog..scary..that time i go with ernie,it is in the cage but now it running toward us...we run like mad dog....then a car save me and xavier because we ran back,,the person whoo drive asked us to becareful..we walked away and talk and laugh..until then we reached already...we had many fun...this juwairiah and xavier mouth ah...aiyo...noisy..keep complaining and complain...very stress..got animals u know,,,got angsa,,got rabbit and parrot..cute u noe...lucky nvr kidnap them...and also ..what suprises me got peacock....we walk here and there..snap some picture here and there,.,,,and sit down ,paly with water,laugh here and there ,,,,eat snacks,,,, at about 2.15 pm we headed bck to 7 eleven...that time my leg really pain because i exchange my sandals with juwairiah...but the heel very nice..fit only a bit ...so tired seh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMku005BCFI/AAAAAAAAABY/EPEVmCnmrV0/s1600/SANY3449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMku005BCFI/AAAAAAAAABY/EPEVmCnmrV0/s320/SANY3449.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMkuxJa1mhI/AAAAAAAAABU/m2qLknhgdoA/s1600/SANY3448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMkuxJa1mhI/AAAAAAAAABU/m2qLknhgdoA/s200/SANY3448.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMku7TSSX3I/AAAAAAAAABg/lGMW2SgbNPU/s1600/SANY3452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMku7TSSX3I/AAAAAAAAABg/lGMW2SgbNPU/s320/SANY3452.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After xavier and juwairiah go,,zul,me and ernie go eat macdonald..on the way there we give people our hand welcome to everybody...Then we reach mac donald..we didnt look for seat but we go buy food first..we ate like there is no tmmrw...after finish eating we prank ernie,,,we make ernie search and shout helplessly searching for her phone...(i and zul mischief)..because her face like so pity i give back..hahahah..then we out of macdonald.,,,we go play hide and seek with zul...then we heade to swiing..play swing for awhile then we go home...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMku4iXzv9I/AAAAAAAAABc/63ZH9GIVNRc/s1600/SANY3451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMku4iXzv9I/AAAAAAAAABc/63ZH9GIVNRc/s320/SANY3451.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Then i go home.bath and sleep like there is no tommorrow also..hahaha.kay everyone i lazy already to type...my hand pain...now waiting for it to upload...i hope what i plan parvin like it...byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;4:03pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;28/10.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2758255323207077813-2846135459542391211?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/2846135459542391211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/2846135459542391211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/10/h-ello.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMkvfX8EvUI/AAAAAAAAABo/qT0JPwFl5Pw/s72-c/SANY3324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-3047923621556495607</id><published>2010-10-23T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T02:48:31.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Today 23/10/2010 is my mum brithday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMHbsiyG-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/_0qB6ToImAg/s1600/SANY3257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMHbsiyG-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/_0qB6ToImAg/s200/SANY3257.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;we make &amp;nbsp;a suprises to her..as the time goes to 12 we stood near her bed with a cake in our hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;while she sleeping nicely.we sang for her birthday song..and she was like'am i dreaming'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMHb-G-kagI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r4chMWOC0DE/s1600/SANY3261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMHb-G-kagI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r4chMWOC0DE/s320/SANY3261.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;althought there is no word of thanks or what..because i guess she is sleeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;.so we eat the cake and went to sleep eventhough it a short moment but &amp;nbsp;i &amp;nbsp;feel happy to get to celebrate her birthday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mira 2:47 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23/10/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye everyday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;KOREAN HOT!!!*kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-3047923621556495607?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3047923621556495607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3047923621556495607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/10/mummy-mummy.html' title='mummy mummy'/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmYUVtXDJAg/TMHbsiyG-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/_0qB6ToImAg/s72-c/SANY3257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-3538871754772801641</id><published>2010-10-23T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T02:26:14.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;But what is more painful is to love someone and never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;find the courage to let that person know how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;never meant to be and you just have to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;2:26am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;23/10/2010&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/2758255323207077813-3538871754772801641?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/3538871754772801641'/><link rel='self' 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style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;2:23 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;23/10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-4624666779318731084?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4624666779318731084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4624666779318731084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-we-grow-up-we-learn-that-even-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-4734708133342710357</id><published>2010-10-21T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:45:20.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE4-1 rock!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs394.ash2/67258_1502522717916_1079666198_31169853_417677_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything will have to go one day..i miss all my friendz..all the laugther,the spirit we had,,,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;we didn't start as a class...we start as who we are and i don't care on our mind...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;guys love to hate girls..girls just ignored it...everytime PE lesson,.as i remember the guyz will feel irritated with the girl as there is no cooperation...Thing doesn't go well...everytime there is always a fight in our class..//...But nw...as we going to our new path...we started to miss each other...i don't know for u all &amp;nbsp;but i missed my class...even thought i can't hide sometimes i may hate some people..but i misz all my clasz..the fun we had...as far as i know...Love 4-1 is COOL!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs452.ash2/72533_1502500357357_1079666198_31169842_4192896_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-4734708133342710357?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4734708133342710357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/4734708133342710357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/10/love4-1-rock.html' title='LOVE4-1 rock!!!'/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-8627953501111272219</id><published>2010-10-21T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:34:29.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavi birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Omg..i was late to write to pavi birthday wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;gwen 19/10/2010 and pavi is 20/10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;wow,,,,/must really work hard and buy for them present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;Mira dunnoe what to buy for pavi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;any idea what to buy a present for a guy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;what does guyz mostly like??mira can't think anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;To pavi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;Hey friendz..happy birthday!!!although a belated &amp;nbsp;wish but i really want to wish u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;yeah...i miss you..my friendz all...ltr when we all go ITE,we won;t be like this anymore ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;mira getting sad...:( anyway PAVI....u are grown up now..make a bettter future and life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;And..NEVER FORGET MIRA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Hope he has time to read it...hahaha...okay lar...now i want watch korean drama"we got married"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;see ya..i am missing my friendz,Ernie,zul,darshini(omg really miss her),parvin,gwen.aw yu hui,pavi.,,,dunnnoe who else lar...forget....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;12;27am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;21/10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-8627953501111272219?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/8627953501111272219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/8627953501111272219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1story.blogspot.com/2010/10/pavi-birthday.html' title='Pavi birthday'/><author><name>Myramira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290484336325236367</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758255323207077813.post-7895656792900574541</id><published>2010-10-19T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:33:34.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GweN birthday+ my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today i wake up at 6 am...i am so tired...i just slept for 4 hours...today is gwen bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;yet i cant go out..i ask my mum for permission,and she don't let me go because i am sick,she scared it will ruin gwen birthday suprise,,,yeah,,now is 1:21pm..i think they are enjoying now...what should i write&amp;gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SISTER&amp;lt;GWENDOLYN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;i hope what u wish for do come true..nvr give up halfway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;There is always a solution to it problems...do tell me if u have any problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;takecare and gdluck sis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;i am so happy that at last i forget bout hym...althought i like hym for 3to 4 months but i think it better we be friends...i had a dream,a dream that told me that if i continue my stupid liking to hym,he may felt irritated...and somemore i prefer hym as a friend than boyfriend...yeah mira...i think too deep..i hope he and me are Friendz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Today i have been tidying up,clearing up,washing up things that a girl should do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;hoisework der!!..i am so bored that i feel like i wanted to faint...too much of schooling annoying,,too much of holiday irritating..too much too much!!!what should i do??i keep onlining my FB..sick n tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;okay people.signing off nw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sign out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;1:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;19/10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2758255323207077813-7895656792900574541?l=my1story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2758255323207077813/posts/default/7895656792900574541'/><link 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