<?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-5809120652075298794</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:07:46.514+08:00</updated><category term='boring boring boring'/><category term='Late christmas shopping??'/><category term='Forever Alone'/><category term='buz buz buz'/><category term='sushi sushi sushi...'/><title type='text'>Everything &amp; Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes the content is almost very logical and mature.
then there are times when you take one glance and immediately close the window cause it contain stupid, irrelevant and boring issues.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-893044533919690485</id><published>2009-05-06T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:18:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want a glimpse of hell?</title><content type='html'>You never really ever see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;You won't usually hear I'm shouting.&lt;br /&gt;You don't actually know when i'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's because i don't really actually show it.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, since i'm human, i&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;feel this emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Patience, i must admit, is one of my greatest virtue.&lt;br /&gt;However, as you must already know,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;everything has a limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; really pushing me to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;I am so close to exploding, and maybe one last push,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, &lt;strong&gt;i will!! &lt;/strong&gt;and it will not be a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;You will want to wish and swear and beg for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;But you would &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have it!!&lt;br /&gt;Because I will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forgive.&lt;br /&gt;I am one who bears grudge, one trait i unfortunately have.&lt;br /&gt;One trait you will wish i never had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-893044533919690485?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/893044533919690485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=893044533919690485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/893044533919690485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/893044533919690485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#893044533919690485' title='Want a glimpse of hell?'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-1124818690987575917</id><published>2009-05-03T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:22:45.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recklessness is......</title><content type='html'>I just registered for Singapore Idol.&lt;br /&gt;I was not on my right mind.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me!!! Now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-1124818690987575917?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/1124818690987575917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=1124818690987575917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/1124818690987575917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/1124818690987575917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1124818690987575917' title='Recklessness is......'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-5852445440771806799</id><published>2009-04-22T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:16:36.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts</title><content type='html'>and yes, so it starts.&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope it'll go as smoothly as last semester.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, wait a minute, maybe last sem wasn't that smooth.&lt;br /&gt;a few rough edges but fine in general.&lt;br /&gt;i passed all at least.&lt;br /&gt;Now i just need to get through this sem.&lt;br /&gt;then off i go for geron, OT, A&amp;amp;E attachment.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. sounds tedious&lt;br /&gt;and you'll realised i haven't mentioned PRCP.&lt;br /&gt;dun think bout it YET!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-5852445440771806799?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/5852445440771806799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=5852445440771806799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5852445440771806799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5852445440771806799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5852445440771806799' title='School Starts'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-5073609250627951461</id><published>2009-03-31T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:41:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can go on and on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;homemade pizzas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzyySsN8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lAEI2C7aleE/s1600-h/LGIM0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzyySsN8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lAEI2C7aleE/s200/LGIM0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159951232088002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;delicious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzy66YK_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/M1a1utVIWPg/s1600-h/LGIM0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzy66YK_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/M1a1utVIWPg/s200/LGIM0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159953546030066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i made them myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzyvnJgyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/czll4PPR7Mk/s1600-h/LGIM0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzyvnJgyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/czll4PPR7Mk/s200/LGIM0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159950512587554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;using my own secret recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzyIj6BpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TjmR7K9Pf90/s1600-h/LGIM0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzyIj6BpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TjmR7K9Pf90/s200/LGIM0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159940030006930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look nice??? yumms.. makes me hungry all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzzTT_PrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IGPC2hQ86HQ/s1600-h/LGIM0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzzTT_PrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IGPC2hQ86HQ/s200/LGIM0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159960095899314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eh???? where did this come from... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-5073609250627951461?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/5073609250627951461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=5073609250627951461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5073609250627951461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5073609250627951461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5073609250627951461' title='i can go on and on....'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFzyySsN8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lAEI2C7aleE/s72-c/LGIM0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-6010636949088945666</id><published>2009-03-31T09:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:34:56.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foursome... hmm. sounds weird..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxCypp-JI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4A-dI-YORfI/s1600-h/LGIM0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxCypp-JI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4A-dI-YORfI/s200/LGIM0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156927671433362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this pic is actually a mirror... a reflection of me.. doesn't look like it rite? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxCvaGvvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/saBW0TQv5sU/s1600-h/LGIM0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxCvaGvvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/saBW0TQv5sU/s200/LGIM0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156926800903922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;introducing the awesome trio, from left, Anne(drummer), Armani(guitarist), &amp;amp; Mira(Vocals&amp;amp;bassist), They are outRageus!!! kekeke.. dream on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxCaRKu9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PNbmMophYU0/s1600-h/26112008.008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxCaRKu9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PNbmMophYU0/s200/26112008.008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156921126271954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the only thing that stands out is that green watch... double peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxCTrykGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lL150K6QEHc/s1600-h/18092008.057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxCTrykGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lL150K6QEHc/s200/18092008.057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156919358885986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, i was being stupid her... i was darn bored... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxB9WIUMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FfUmMGHJv1U/s1600-h/06112008.010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxB9WIUMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FfUmMGHJv1U/s200/06112008.010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156913362456770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again... her... haiz... i feel lonely... maybe.. NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-6010636949088945666?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/6010636949088945666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=6010636949088945666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/6010636949088945666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/6010636949088945666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6010636949088945666' title='foursome... hmm. sounds weird..'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFxCypp-JI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4A-dI-YORfI/s72-c/LGIM0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-5535083083577349356</id><published>2009-03-31T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:21:07.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three in a row... ^_*v</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuzIpwOCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VTAtAr9lgM0/s1600-h/04112008.004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuzIpwOCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VTAtAr9lgM0/s200/04112008.004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319154459676260386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i told you she takes most of my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuzG5b_oI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SVPfGdUpz3I/s1600-h/04112008.003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuzG5b_oI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SVPfGdUpz3I/s200/04112008.003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319154459205172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding up tickets to a darn good and rare concert that we've been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;tickets that i won in a contest... i've never won anything before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuyxFhwFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bnaEoL8Rwfo/s1600-h/04112008.002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuyxFhwFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bnaEoL8Rwfo/s200/04112008.002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319154453350301778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were damn lucky!!! i was smiling cheeks to cheeks the moment i found out i won!!&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't sleep and i was restless till the day the concert arrived.. even then i was jumping out of my seat and lost my voice.. hahaha... i was so hyped up that day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuyhCfWrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VuLXaAfgKlY/s1600-h/14022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuyhCfWrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VuLXaAfgKlY/s200/14022009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319154449042594482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dun forget the lyrics roadshow special guest... For the cycle...&lt;br /&gt;though only one of the member came... i was glad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuyQtWbYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nHs1w3lp5yg/s1600-h/14022009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuyQtWbYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nHs1w3lp5yg/s200/14022009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319154444658961794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's like so cute... too bad, he's like way younger than me... boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-5535083083577349356?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/5535083083577349356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=5535083083577349356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5535083083577349356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5535083083577349356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5535083083577349356' title='three in a row... ^_*v'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFuzIpwOCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VTAtAr9lgM0/s72-c/04112008.004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-2274283050526957285</id><published>2009-03-31T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:11:16.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrNB0QzyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JFU3IfygpyM/s1600-h/29112008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrNB0QzyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JFU3IfygpyM/s200/29112008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150506471378722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wacky mas.. my sis...oh how i love her so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrNKC50nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-PF7Yy9ZuvA/s1600-h/13122008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrNKC50nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-PF7Yy9ZuvA/s200/13122008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150508680270450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left front)syahilla, yana&lt;br /&gt;(left back)munir my brother, aizat&lt;br /&gt;cameragirl: me hehe...&lt;br /&gt;we went to play badminton near my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrM2LCXMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mm9ClChDngE/s1600-h/DSC04969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrM2LCXMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mm9ClChDngE/s200/DSC04969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150503345675458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms tang's birthday... girls' rulez...&lt;br /&gt;i'm in purple by the way.. i sort of stand out.. keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrM-tJwMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uIYcnJkAVwM/s1600-h/P200209_14.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrM-tJwMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uIYcnJkAVwM/s200/P200209_14.49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150505636249794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lunch at seoul garden.. we stayed at least for 3-4 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;we were a loud and huge grp... there were others of course..&lt;br /&gt;my my we must have pissed off the crew there.. haha... we didn't give a damn though.&lt;br /&gt;we saw fun and take it... peace!! ^_*v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrMuG4zTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/E0RDlnpQggA/s1600-h/29012009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrMuG4zTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/E0RDlnpQggA/s200/29012009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150501180788018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally... me and my dear mas... well. most of my time is taken up by this brat...&lt;br /&gt;well.. we enjoy each other's company. we love each other too much..&lt;br /&gt;wat will i do without her? haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-2274283050526957285?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/2274283050526957285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=2274283050526957285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/2274283050526957285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/2274283050526957285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2274283050526957285' title='Random....'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFrNB0QzyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JFU3IfygpyM/s72-c/29112008%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-3515464996044868005</id><published>2009-03-31T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:42:49.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all at once.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmAsj_zzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5B9v_tzlREM/s1600-h/29012009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmAsj_zzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5B9v_tzlREM/s200/29012009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319144797049442098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bunch of old files i failed to publish sooner...&lt;br /&gt;And they're all bundles of fun i had... drown in joy of my smiles....(hehehe, sounds weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmAtXOV1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/DSOPiwJlx_8/s1600-h/09102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmAtXOV1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/DSOPiwJlx_8/s200/09102008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319144797264303954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i haven't any clue why i didn't publish all these... Time, maybe?? hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmArT4N6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mCppBNH3ytc/s1600-h/08122008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmArT4N6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mCppBNH3ytc/s200/08122008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319144796713400226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love from family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmAZ9eX7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uaPmE7hZVXw/s1600-h/04112008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmAZ9eX7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uaPmE7hZVXw/s200/04112008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319144792056029106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and adorably dear friends on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmAeNIz-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/VzHeyvigAtE/s1600-h/01102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmAeNIz-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/VzHeyvigAtE/s200/01102008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319144793195466722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;days that brightens anyone on earth. well, ^this one was on the last day of one of my attachment.... and she is one of my new friends. Making new friends is darn fun. i hope i'll live knowing most people on earth... as if that's possible.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-3515464996044868005?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/3515464996044868005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=3515464996044868005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3515464996044868005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3515464996044868005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3515464996044868005' title='all at once.....'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SdFmAsj_zzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5B9v_tzlREM/s72-c/29012009%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4684204752764707784</id><published>2009-03-29T03:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:09:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes... sometimes...</title><content type='html'>sometimes... i get so angry at some people for reasons only i can understand.&lt;br /&gt;and the people i directed my anger to doesn't seem to care...&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe because they think i'm not being angry... or they just thought&lt;br /&gt;that my grumpy face portrays a different feeling... like i'm hungry or something.&lt;br /&gt;or is it because my actions, for example &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slamming the door on their face&lt;/span&gt;, is obviously&lt;br /&gt;not clear enough to get through their darn hard head which happens to be darn empty&lt;br /&gt;as well....it seems to people that i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get angry... what, are they stupid? what do they think&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to be?? some robot??? alien??? wait, i think even alien got feelings...&lt;br /&gt;oh, maybe they think i'm such a fragile and gentle creature that obviously cannot&lt;br /&gt;bear feelings so negatively appallingly... especially when it's directed at them...&lt;br /&gt;oh what saint i turn out to be in their minds. BULLSHIT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;gosh... am i such a tepid person?? oh boy how i would love to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; everyone by saying...&lt;br /&gt;"hello, my name is Amirah. and somehow you people just assumed that i'm nice. well, now&lt;br /&gt;don't be so shocked when i tell you this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you all are so bloody wrong in your freaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;judgement of my 'sweet' character!!!&lt;/span&gt;" somehow... these words doesn't seem to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;i'll think to think up of more... how should i say this.... 'shocking', 'electrifying', 'brazen', 'not-so-amirah-like' words???? but i wonder.. would that really get through those damningly thick empty poppycock brains?? sigh....... if only i had even the least bit guts to do as i say..&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why no one seem to believe me when i get angry... because i haven't the guts&lt;br /&gt;to stand up for myself...i suppose that's why i faulted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-4684204752764707784?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4684204752764707784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4684204752764707784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4684204752764707784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4684204752764707784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4684204752764707784' title='sometimes... sometimes...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-7342833766443754731</id><published>2009-03-25T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:06:08.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true feelings</title><content type='html'>i was just watching an anime that i like so much&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching this anime for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i think since i was in secondary school. And i love it.&lt;br /&gt;tonight i watched on of my favourite episode of the anime.&lt;br /&gt;it was about getting fired up about something.&lt;br /&gt;It's about how strong your passion is and getting lost in it.&lt;br /&gt;and then i wonder, have i ever acted the same way about&lt;br /&gt;something? have i ever taken something very seriously,&lt;br /&gt;that i would lost my head but still enjoy it to the fullest??&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i ever have and i must admit, will i ever?&lt;br /&gt;Some would say that i'm still young and have a long way to&lt;br /&gt;go but, is a lifetime enough to enjoy it to the fullest??&lt;br /&gt;is this why there are talks of immortality?&lt;br /&gt;is that why people hunger for power?&lt;br /&gt;is it why people greed for more??? hmm......&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, maybe i should be happy that i'm not so&lt;br /&gt;"complicated" in that way... maybe i should be grateful that i'm&lt;br /&gt;pretty happy not getting so passionate about something&lt;br /&gt;that would make people go astray. maybe... maybe...&lt;br /&gt;but is it enough?? does it not feel empty??&lt;br /&gt;is there more? or is it...&lt;br /&gt;sigh... something i dun noe wat to think. maybe i should&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking... that'll be easy! and i'll be happier!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-7342833766443754731?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/7342833766443754731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=7342833766443754731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7342833766443754731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7342833766443754731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7342833766443754731' title='true feelings'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4456350608229783136</id><published>2009-02-18T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:50:08.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine disaster... maybe</title><content type='html'>i didn't get to spend the day with my special guy.&lt;br /&gt;due to a lot of reason.... but i got to spend the day shopping with my sister and mom.&lt;br /&gt;sounds dreary, right? but to tell you the truth, it was not.&lt;br /&gt;i just it's because i'm really close to them and i love being around them&lt;br /&gt;and certainly i'm not at all embarrassed being seen around them like most other persons would.&lt;br /&gt;oh enough bout that.... anyways, there was a "Don't forget the lyrics" roadshow that day&lt;br /&gt;over at SSC, and i sorta recklessly participated in it. haha... if you were there, you could see that up on stage i was such a BUNDLE of nerves!!! lol.... but i think i'm kinda happy i am brave enough to put up my hand and walk up to the stage and sing! though i think my voice was more like a squeak.&lt;br /&gt;lol.... but it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the next day, i made pizza alone for my whole family! i have the pics but i haven't upload them yet... maybe later... i seriously think the pizzas was a success. and even my sister said that i could already open a store of my own, she helping me to all the administeration part while i cook! funny!! because i hate cooking actually. however, i seem to have a good hand at it. wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm actually thinking of making sushi and onigiri(rice ball) next! i hope to make enough for my friends to taste them! really i can't wait. you know something, making sushi is my favourite thing in the world besides eating and shopping. lol. funny that since i don't like cooking. hehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, tomorrow i have to sit for one of my papers. I hope i could do well this time!!! Pray for me will ya? All the best to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-4456350608229783136?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4456350608229783136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4456350608229783136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4456350608229783136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4456350608229783136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4456350608229783136' title='Valentine disaster... maybe'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-8847011873088130950</id><published>2009-02-05T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:10:51.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally it's over</title><content type='html'>after many days of toiling and restless nights,&lt;br /&gt;the biggest project of this semester is finally done.&lt;br /&gt;My FYP display presentation is really well-done i think.&lt;br /&gt;I really happy and glad for the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;All our hard work has been paid off, and i really have to&lt;br /&gt;admit that Nabila is the one who actually made this project&lt;br /&gt;a lot more easier. she did most of the work. she seemed more&lt;br /&gt;like a leader than Nisa was. but everyone did all they can.&lt;br /&gt;and thus, i believe that we all did a wonderful job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after fyp, i went to bugis with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;but i made her wait and she called me to tell me that she was so so&lt;br /&gt;drenched by the rain. but she waited for me to buy clothes. so ya,&lt;br /&gt;we shopped for her, from shoes to dresses and even to her unmentionables...&lt;br /&gt;the term "unmentionables" was used by the English during the 1918s, i think&lt;br /&gt;or sometime around that time. it means undergarmets. haha....&lt;br /&gt;but we went crazy walking here and there, avoiding wetting other passerbys&lt;br /&gt;since my sister's clothes were damn wet. you should have seen all&lt;br /&gt;their faces when they walked passed us. They took one look at my sister's&lt;br /&gt;wet clothes and gave us a weird look. hahaha...... because the rain already&lt;br /&gt;stopped you see but they don't understand how my sister could be so drenched&lt;br /&gt;by all truth, she was dripping from head to toes. lol.... oh we even bought a&lt;br /&gt;towel just to dry her off... so, you get my drift right... and it was&lt;br /&gt;a wonder and miracle that she didn't even caught a cold, given the situation&lt;br /&gt;damn, not a single sneeze at all. amazing. and imagine that, she's out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;weather and in the even colder air-conditioned malls for heaven's sake..&lt;br /&gt;oh well, she's one tough gurl. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-8847011873088130950?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/8847011873088130950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=8847011873088130950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/8847011873088130950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/8847011873088130950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8847011873088130950' title='Finally it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4964676866809349441</id><published>2009-01-28T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:08:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Confessions</title><content type='html'>i have a lot to confess abt myself tonite.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to a dear friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly felt to write this.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... but i dun know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;i have too much to confess that i haven't any clue what to start with.&lt;br /&gt;ok... let's see, i'll start innocently,&lt;br /&gt;i'm really actually just human..&lt;br /&gt;i fart(though not loudly), i dig my nose, i burp(very loudly at home)&lt;br /&gt;okok.. these are very superficial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most serious offense would be that i'm terribly $$$-minded.&lt;br /&gt;I love money... and i dun like feeling poor at all...&lt;br /&gt;if you ask wat i look for in a guy, my first answer would be $$$.&lt;br /&gt;and if you ask me to choose between money and love, i would choose $$$.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm pleased to be this way, because i can do almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;$$$ replaces love or yearning. And maybe money can't buy happiness&lt;br /&gt;but still it gives a portion(maybe huge or small, depending on urself, in my case LARGE) of happiness.. and anything u say will be a waste of ur own saliva! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;you can say i'm in love with $$$ itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second biggest offense is  that i lie pretty good...&lt;br /&gt;and i dun seem to be sorry for being like this.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i know i'm going to get in trouble someday&lt;br /&gt;but i really dun care much (well, i do care a little tiny winy bit)&lt;br /&gt;but i can't believe there is one person who's been honest all his/her life&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a prophet or saint... too perfect&lt;br /&gt;and perfect is not a word you'll use to described a person like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third..(gosh i think i can go all night if i were to continue)&lt;br /&gt;i'm a total hypocrite. i say things and i do things differently.&lt;br /&gt;well... i noe i'm a hypocrite at least.. not like other people who goes all defensive when being called one... i dun care what people think of me... well, actually in all truth, i'm just tired of caring. Once upon a time, i did care... too much. now i care for nothing... or too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these flaws, i dun mind them one bit...&lt;br /&gt;i think myself cleverer than most, i tink myself superior...&lt;br /&gt;and i dun care abt anything they might say abt me...&lt;br /&gt;i gave up caring... it's too hard to care when they dun&lt;br /&gt;some people said i was too candid too blunt too everything&lt;br /&gt;and they hated me because i'm that way..&lt;br /&gt;i've heard lots of things.. and it's not hurting me because i dun allow it to.&lt;br /&gt;i love myself more with each word that was meant to prick.&lt;br /&gt;Because they dun give me love, i give myself more love.&lt;br /&gt;Which results in another flaw of mine, i love myself a lot&lt;br /&gt;that i dun have enough for other people, well, except for my family.&lt;br /&gt;they're the only other persons i love very much beside myself.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i will find someone who would love me and make me love him&lt;br /&gt;but i haven't found one... i dun noe that i'll find one who'll love me as me.&lt;br /&gt;love me for all my flaws because it's me. It's me being me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-4964676866809349441?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4964676866809349441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4964676866809349441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4964676866809349441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4964676866809349441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4964676866809349441' title='Confessions Confessions'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-5188511861247884379</id><published>2009-01-06T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:49:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more pics coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKpzMQ5dGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/znPtMJXbxWI/s1600-h/04012009%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKpzMQ5dGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/znPtMJXbxWI/s200/04012009%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287975609416905826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... amazing how different i can look.&lt;br /&gt;do you think i  should wear contacts permanently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKpzNsWCdI/AAAAAAAAADs/v7GW24WDGdg/s1600-h/04012009%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKpzNsWCdI/AAAAAAAAADs/v7GW24WDGdg/s200/04012009%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287975609800460754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look better with specs? Or lens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKpyrxofyI/AAAAAAAAADk/mKd-DR1YtyU/s1600-h/04012009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKpyrxofyI/AAAAAAAAADk/mKd-DR1YtyU/s200/04012009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287975600695836450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm.... can't decide. wear both then!!! hahahhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-5188511861247884379?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/5188511861247884379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=5188511861247884379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5188511861247884379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5188511861247884379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5188511861247884379' title=''/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKpzMQ5dGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/znPtMJXbxWI/s72-c/04012009%28006%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-7973912724107971235</id><published>2009-01-06T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:41:08.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKnWb12MMI/AAAAAAAAADE/9Z0PcElRD3U/s1600-h/29112008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKnWb12MMI/AAAAAAAAADE/9Z0PcElRD3U/s320/29112008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287972916358951106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  below is me with contacts...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKoBStPJTI/AAAAAAAAADc/awmiENybPwg/s1600-h/04012009%28003a%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKoBStPJTI/AAAAAAAAADc/awmiENybPwg/s320/04012009%28003a%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287973652641293618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See any different??&lt;br /&gt;i rather thought that i looked kinda good actually!&lt;br /&gt;hehe... please i need your gracious comment. Be it good or bad, all are welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-7973912724107971235?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/7973912724107971235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=7973912724107971235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7973912724107971235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7973912724107971235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7973912724107971235' title=''/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/SWKnWb12MMI/AAAAAAAAADE/9Z0PcElRD3U/s72-c/29112008%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-3734928014909937537</id><published>2009-01-05T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:21:49.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year.. New Me?</title><content type='html'>nah....&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i like myself as i am now.&lt;br /&gt;no in truth, i LOVE myself!&lt;br /&gt;the glutton who eats alot and sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't mind being that way really...&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh... well, there is something new i tried this year.&lt;br /&gt;i wore contacts!&lt;br /&gt;oh how i wish i could upload the pics i took with my contacts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise later... maybe in the evening, oh, i found that i looked&lt;br /&gt;really different and freshing with the new look of mine.&lt;br /&gt;though i will not be wearing them often,&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure i'll look dazzling everytime i wear!&lt;br /&gt;haha, praising myself again. gosh, i've became vain this few years.&lt;br /&gt;well, a gurl will always wanna look good no matter what she said previously&lt;br /&gt;i could laugh when i thought how naive i was back then.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need make-up, too troublesome."&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, that thoughts were hilarious. Not that i think it's not&lt;br /&gt;troublesome anymore, but hey, i don't complain much abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, ya. I actually spent the last few days of last year with Robin and Francine.&lt;br /&gt;wow, imagine that. meeting up with old schoolmates, i thought i would never see them again&lt;br /&gt;but hey i did. does this means that i will meet with more soon?!&lt;br /&gt;i hope so. cause i miss almost everyone i knew and liked back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! and i started to take up sports activities&lt;br /&gt;got myself healthy gradually. must be the effect of learning to be a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what i still can't believe i'm gonna be a nurse soon.&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the lives i'm gonna be handling. That thought is enough&lt;br /&gt;to render me speechless and my knees buckling.(*shudders*)&lt;br /&gt;i need to get more confident and courage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakehead* that aside, i need to get all this stress out!&lt;br /&gt;it's toiling my body. I need to spoil myself at least.&lt;br /&gt;need out for a moment!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bring bercinda out but she's not yet...&lt;br /&gt;how do i say this... she's unavailable yet.&lt;br /&gt;(gosh how long will she be that way)&lt;br /&gt;miss her, wanna see her too much.&lt;br /&gt;want to hang out like old days.&lt;br /&gt;ya, maybe i should go somewhere with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Yana? but she seems busy with school(not that i'm not, just.. i want out for abit..)&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to disturb her.. mas, well, she's her own life.&lt;br /&gt;who else can i ask out for abit of fun? or who is fun to go out with?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get someone "special" this year.&lt;br /&gt;mas said she's gonna be wild and flirt with almost any guy who comes her way..&lt;br /&gt;should i do that as well? hmm.. NOPE!! can't pulled that off.&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty, guys are attracted to her.&lt;br /&gt;i'm.. well, though i'm unique, but i'm too common a face!&lt;br /&gt;guys don't get attracted to plain common face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... i'm starting to sound pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;what the heck. who needs a guy anyway?&lt;br /&gt;to hell with them! i don't need them!&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine by my own! besides, i don't go for just any Joe or Ben,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a fine woman with finer taste and expectations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT's it! my new year fav qoute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine woman with finer taste and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Woman of Quality!&lt;br /&gt;That'e Me! yes!&lt;br /&gt;People, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;2009 is gonna be conquered by ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-3734928014909937537?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/3734928014909937537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=3734928014909937537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3734928014909937537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3734928014909937537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3734928014909937537' title='New year.. New Me?'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-2902957488703410493</id><published>2008-10-13T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:24:15.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>yes, i'm finally back to school....&lt;br /&gt;after a very very long time of holiday...&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, it's not that long, just 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;and then 4 weeks before i got back to school,&lt;br /&gt;i had attachment at sgh.&lt;br /&gt;this time i had fun. really. and guess what!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i passed everything. i'm like so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;it's rare to see me pass everything but i did.&lt;br /&gt;i may not mean much to you people.&lt;br /&gt;however, it does to me. but of course, my timetable's still cocked up&lt;br /&gt;not that i care much and not that i don't care, this time, i'm really gonna have to&lt;br /&gt;buck up or pull up my socks. i'm gonna try not to mess up in any way this&lt;br /&gt;semester. i'm gonna be puntual for all classes. and try to do my very best in each one&lt;br /&gt;of them!!!! i'm so glad so very glad!!!&lt;br /&gt;GAMBATTE!!! HWAITING!!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! GO GIRL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-2902957488703410493?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/2902957488703410493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=2902957488703410493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/2902957488703410493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/2902957488703410493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2902957488703410493' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-7497176030994434455</id><published>2008-06-05T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:29:53.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's dreary story...</title><content type='html'>- woke up late&lt;br /&gt;- thought i was late&lt;br /&gt;- hurried through my bath&lt;br /&gt;- wore whatever within reach&lt;br /&gt;- "no underwear"&lt;br /&gt;- rushed through packing my bag&lt;br /&gt;- was about to go but...&lt;br /&gt;- got a call from sis saying mrt not working&lt;br /&gt;- got big crowd&lt;br /&gt;- she said that she's coming home&lt;br /&gt;- dad sending us to school&lt;br /&gt;- sis got home&lt;br /&gt;- went off immediately&lt;br /&gt;- traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;- got to school on the dot but...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO LESSON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- got sis to be late instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- damnable lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- irritating shit!&lt;br /&gt;- been cursing for 92084374863562346 times...&lt;br /&gt;- and still going.&lt;br /&gt;- and going!&lt;br /&gt;- blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;- bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-7497176030994434455?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/7497176030994434455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=7497176030994434455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7497176030994434455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7497176030994434455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7497176030994434455' title='today&apos;s dreary story...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-7641508911450653873</id><published>2008-05-22T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:21:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly me...</title><content type='html'>sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i been so weak that i get sick easily nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i've been having fever for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that i've been coughing for weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, i'm still not fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the horror of it, this has been my most "sickening" year ever,&lt;br /&gt;if you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's see. i think it all started when i fractured my wrist/arm.&lt;br /&gt;i had to go to see the doctor for almost 3 months or more.&lt;br /&gt;i can't do things properly, i was told not to do this, don't carry that almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;since i injured it! and then i had to postpone my attachment, resulting on a no-break-semester for me. then recently, i've been falling sick easily. My immunity has never been this weak before. What is wrong with me? It is because i'm getting old? or is this the effect of me not taking of myself like eating more healthily? or is this considered side-effects of stress?&lt;br /&gt;i guess maybe its all three, perhaps more? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;this is a very depressing topic. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!i just remembered something i have to do this friday!&lt;br /&gt;an event full of crowd and dancing! but i'm going there sick and sneezing, and coughing!&lt;br /&gt;argh... now i'm panicking!i hope i get better by friday. well, i guess at least not sneezing, or coughing! haha...(wat's funny though?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, my Birthday Countdown: 1 month from now.&lt;br /&gt;Mas's Brithday: Tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-7641508911450653873?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/7641508911450653873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=7641508911450653873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7641508911450653873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7641508911450653873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7641508911450653873' title='Sickly me...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-8874170066501957862</id><published>2008-05-13T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:55:00.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shirotsuki.deviantart.com/art/Is-It-Real-85264896"&gt;http://shirotsuki.deviantart.com/art/Is-It-Real-85264896&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out.&lt;br /&gt;this deviantions is way too awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shirotsuki.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;http://shirotsuki.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^here's for his/her gallery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-8874170066501957862?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/8874170066501957862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=8874170066501957862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/8874170066501957862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/8874170066501957862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8874170066501957862' title='Deviations.'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4452504739265591317</id><published>2008-05-12T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:46:50.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply understanding me...</title><content type='html'>i'm not so hard to understand right?&lt;br /&gt;i learn to make myself easier to understand.&lt;br /&gt;why is it then people still have not understand me?&lt;br /&gt;not many understands me, not even a few.&lt;br /&gt;my own mom don't understand me.&lt;br /&gt;why am i so hard to figure out?&lt;br /&gt;am i even speaking in a diferrent language right now?&lt;br /&gt;am i? am i? i do not think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you must be wondering why i am writing THIS down.&lt;br /&gt;you see, i don't know myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the queen of randomness. i kinda write wadever i like&lt;br /&gt;whenever i like. wherever i like.&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, back to topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understanding me...&lt;br /&gt;the inner me, or the many faces me.&lt;br /&gt;you know, my sister said that she had many faces.&lt;br /&gt;she acts differently with every one.&lt;br /&gt;well, in my opinion, she's not the one with a thousand faces.&lt;br /&gt;a thousand faces requires a thousand emtions.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm saying she doesn't have many emotions.&lt;br /&gt;not to saying as well, that people doesn't have them.&lt;br /&gt;but having said that, people, and my sister, doesn't really protray&lt;br /&gt;thousands of their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;and there's this saying, "Feelings can't be understood unless spoken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not wish to comment upon the comment&lt;br /&gt;however, my perceptive is that feelings are meant to be felt, not spoken.&lt;br /&gt;yes, there are times you have to say it out but at times, the other persons must feel&lt;br /&gt;detect the feelings. if one fails in that, one fails in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound as if i know the world? maybe..&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i don't...&lt;br /&gt;this may be my naive and innocent thinking and perception.&lt;br /&gt;and one's perception is for sharing&lt;br /&gt;but one's thoughts and beliefs aren't meant to be forced into another's.&lt;br /&gt;so take no offense when i write this,&lt;br /&gt;for i shall take no offense when others think differently.&lt;br /&gt;Each person is made different to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute, am i writing out of the topic right now?&lt;br /&gt;haha, wadever, i guess that's what made me dificult to understand.&lt;br /&gt;i jump from one topic to another without hesitations.&lt;br /&gt;oh well... wad the heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see y'all laterz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-4452504739265591317?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4452504739265591317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4452504739265591317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4452504739265591317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4452504739265591317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4452504739265591317' title='simply understanding me...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4311855282159728953</id><published>2008-05-05T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:06:13.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring boring boring'/><title type='text'>What's for today then?</title><content type='html'>I have been doing well this semester&lt;br /&gt;but i think it's still to early to say.&lt;br /&gt;for today, i actually skipped one lesson&lt;br /&gt;and i think if i let my laziness control me again,&lt;br /&gt;i'll never gonna make it through this sem&lt;br /&gt;so help me god, if even i have to go to without&lt;br /&gt;bathing, by god, i swear i'll go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;actually i got things done pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;but i still need to buck up on lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, (off topic)&lt;br /&gt;i have this one friend(if i can call her/him that)&lt;br /&gt;in deviantart, his/her works are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;totally deviantation!&lt;br /&gt;you should totally see it too.&lt;br /&gt;it way way way Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;amazing, once you see it, you'll be&lt;br /&gt;so motivated by it that you want to try as great as it!&lt;br /&gt;trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;i am currently looking at it, detail by detail&lt;br /&gt;stroke by stroke&lt;br /&gt;he/she never cease to amaze me!&lt;br /&gt;wonderful wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not so excellent as she/he is in art&lt;br /&gt;but i like to think that i'm a great critique~&lt;br /&gt;cause i know how to appreciate art&lt;br /&gt;and for that, i gave her works 2 thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;(peek down on my feet, one of my toes are up too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to my original topic!&lt;br /&gt;what's for today then?&lt;br /&gt;well, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;i like to eat sushi and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;hehe... XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-4311855282159728953?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4311855282159728953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4311855282159728953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4311855282159728953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4311855282159728953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4311855282159728953' title='What&apos;s for today then?'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-1744928009629898569</id><published>2008-04-29T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:35:38.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday sweats?</title><content type='html'>i'm tired and i'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderfully awful combination!&lt;br /&gt;perfect for a scorching hot day such as today!&lt;br /&gt;i might as well pray that something better (or worse) would grace this day!&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;sick ill sick...&lt;br /&gt;hungry hungry hungry....&lt;br /&gt;HUNGRY?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;omg, i just ate bout one hour ago!&lt;br /&gt;how can i be this hungry after 60 minutes??&lt;br /&gt;i must be a glutton!&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute, i AM a glutton!&lt;br /&gt;and he loves me for it!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One must have a hearty appetite," he said!&lt;br /&gt;hah! totally agreeable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i think i did too much exercise for today!&lt;br /&gt;running down the stairs and then back up again!&lt;br /&gt;then down and then Up all over again!&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i'm hungry already.&lt;br /&gt;i think i did too much for this hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay...&lt;br /&gt;stop!&lt;br /&gt;this is all i've got to write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now at least.&lt;br /&gt;i'll check in again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;maybe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-1744928009629898569?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4634544164025947071</id><published>2008-04-23T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:04:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought for thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Emotions is what makes you Human."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love brings unsurmountable happiness and sweetness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And walking hand-in-hand, it brings unbearable pains and sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you are not ready to brave the harsh storms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You will not get to see the brilliance of the rainbow that comes after."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Love is an emotion like the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Blinking bright over the night skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;yet in the morning light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;its brilliance dimmed by the overwhelming sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But always remember this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the stars are there still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;watching over us till night comes again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life's a maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get lost and you'll find dead ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll reached intersections,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll feel frustrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at sight of the exit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll know you've pull through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lived to tell of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You decide your own Fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crave your own Destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You write your own Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your own Life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel that this qoutations are made to put people at ease. And sometimes it can be bad. For people would run away from what's reality may bring. And i felt that there are times when i know i did my best, but in the end , i felt despair. for everything comes with a price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;And sometimes, there are no rewards awaiting for the deeds we do now. And personally, i have some doubts for the life i took and perhaps sometimes even wished, sub-conciously, that i had never been born. For to me, life's a misery. at times, i felt my heart would stop.and i wished it sis. Sorry if i offended any reader. but the truth of my heart is so hard to ignore. I beg forgiveness for my rudeness and here i bid you goodbye. Thank you for reading and good day for now.&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/5809120652075298794-4634544164025947071?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4634544164025947071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4634544164025947071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4634544164025947071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4634544164025947071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4634544164025947071' title='thought for thoughts'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-680158776492549630</id><published>2008-04-22T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:47:12.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week now...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is already the second week since school started.&lt;br /&gt;I am here to pen down the events that might or might not happen in the last week.&lt;br /&gt;You also may be wondering, at 10 am in a Monday morning, what am i doing here while i should be sitting in a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Do not fret for i have a perfectly well explanation.&lt;br /&gt;This is simply because i am currently having a wonderful 2hrs free time before my next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Well then, moving on to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 18 April 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"This has been the most delightful day. I may safely reckon that today is the better day of this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Seeing that i had the privilege of not attending any lesson for there aren't any, my good friends had made the effort to make an appointment with me this very day. I had not seen them for much these days and truly, how much i missed them. Though it was most regretful that one of my closest friend, Bercinda, was unable to attend, my other friends, Yana, Nizam and Aizat, were a most excellent company. We had not planned the program for the day. However, the urge to wanting to see each other was not deter by those thoughts. And so we met, spoke like there was no tomorrow, as though we'll never see each other again. I was happy, perhaps more than happy. We ate together and talked about anything under the sun. We joked and laughed. We played and smiled. We were so full of ourselves, we didn't care for what others around may have thought of us. But Nizam had to leave and the goodbye was sorrowful. Yet, Yana, Aizat and I did not wish to end the day early, and so we went to Safra. We played snooker together. I taught Aizat to play since it was his first time. It was so much fun and we didn't want to end it. However, a day must come to an end. We said our farewells and promised to meet each other soon again. I got home and immediately wrote down the memory that today had brought. I thank God for a day such as this and for the friends he gave to me as gifts. It was all i can do to cherish them. I hope that everyone shares my sentimental feelings. And here, i bid good day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas if.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm never writing like that ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, not at my blog at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i do write like that when i'm writing my novels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;though i hope that in the paragraph above, i made no mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cause i ain't got a editor to help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha, but wat do i care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's not as if i'm ever gonna publish any of my novels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they're all amateur works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i don't think for a second my works are even going to sell out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in the end, i'll lose $$$$ and i wouldn't want that, now would i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahaha... do you think i'm being practical and rational?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;however, a novelist or a writer should not have this sort of character, should she??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well, i'm never gonna be successful in this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh and don't worry, the events that happened really did occur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just not in a dramatic way that i had described it in the para.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was not so emotional as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we hanged out as if it was nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it could also be described as boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nonetheless, it was true that it was the better day of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and that just cus i hate the school or rather the course or maybe the loneliness i felt when coming to school. oh wadever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, i think i'm gonna stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;see you guys next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't think i'll be dropping by anymore this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maybe... oh well, see y'all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have a nice day! ^_*v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-680158776492549630?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/680158776492549630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=680158776492549630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/680158776492549630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/680158776492549630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#680158776492549630' title='2nd week now...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4462563576519657192</id><published>2008-04-17T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:43:45.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>i'm not doing anything really new in school.&lt;br /&gt;everything is almost the same routine.&lt;br /&gt;and i had even thought to skip a leeson or two on the FIRST day!&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;i am getting from bad to worse!!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh, mira, mira&lt;br /&gt;wat have you become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad to see my frens again.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time are more fun than me slacking at home&lt;br /&gt;it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;well, one thing though, is that: I HATE TO WALK!!&lt;br /&gt;when i walk, even a short distance, in the sun or not, i'll get sweaty!&lt;br /&gt;and i totally hate that! i look horrible, and stink too!&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i got over that as soon as i got to school, into the cold lecture halls and rooms.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll complain everytime i'm out, under the scorching sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i complain even in the room.&lt;br /&gt;i'll complain that it's too cold and then i start getting restless.&lt;br /&gt;and when i get into that state, i can't concerntrate well.&lt;br /&gt;damn. and this afternoon is a long day. three whole hours on the same module!&lt;br /&gt;it is gonna be terribly BORING!!!&lt;br /&gt;i might have to bet that i can't even listen to the lecturer within half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;argh.... i have issues, man! BIG, well perhaps it's really actually very small, issues!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have to go now!&lt;br /&gt;my lessons starts in 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;should i rush?? nah... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_*v mira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-4462563576519657192?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4462563576519657192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4462563576519657192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4462563576519657192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4462563576519657192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4462563576519657192' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4342833057205500979</id><published>2008-04-01T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:33:36.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My surprising liking for .....PINK!</title><content type='html'>i just realize....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wearing that color for a few weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's the reason behind this sudden fondness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the very slightest idea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone's pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hat's pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i go out, i'll wear pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my evidence~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R_Dws2H10cI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ip5cwiIUtCc/s1600-h/R+e+i+r+a000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183907824336753090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R_Dws2H10cI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ip5cwiIUtCc/s320/R+e+i+r+a000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R_DwtmH10dI/AAAAAAAAABk/-Id9zJdmSlM/s1600-h/R+e+i+r+a003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183907837221654994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R_DwtmH10dI/AAAAAAAAABk/-Id9zJdmSlM/s320/R+e+i+r+a003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R_DwtmH10eI/AAAAAAAAABs/GtghEPaV5bM/s1600-h/R+e+i+r+a004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183907837221655010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R_DwtmH10eI/AAAAAAAAABs/GtghEPaV5bM/s320/R+e+i+r+a004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-4342833057205500979?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4342833057205500979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4342833057205500979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4342833057205500979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4342833057205500979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4342833057205500979' title='My surprising liking for .....PINK!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R_Dws2H10cI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ip5cwiIUtCc/s72-c/R+e+i+r+a000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-6448693602316140564</id><published>2008-03-26T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:36:49.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something i wrote for fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, i thought up of something.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it isn't all good but i still love to write.&lt;br /&gt;thinking up stories are perhaps one of my est hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought to share here.&lt;br /&gt;it's just an introduction of the story plot though.&lt;br /&gt;i am however looking forward to finishing up the novels&lt;br /&gt;and hope that one day, i could find someone to publish it.&lt;br /&gt;though i know i would not make it big, i'm still determine to&lt;br /&gt;share my stories with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st novel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;By her side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Author: Amirah Zahidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;hen Luke Millan was hired by a wealthy lord to escort a lady to her intended, he hadn’t expected that his subject of protection would be Ashley from his past. Except she was no longer that shy and soft-spoken girl he remembered, instead standing in front of him is an enchanting siren with defiant green eyes and a grace, regal as a queen. Unknowingly, Luke lost his heart to the siren and silently vowed to protect her against all dangers his entire life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  -:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd novel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hers for Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Author: Amirah Zahidah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;oyce always had known what she wanted in life. And she wanted Mr. Mabberly. He is whom many matrons had warned her against –a notoriously famed rake of the &lt;i style=""&gt;ton– &lt;/i&gt;she didn’t care. Even if she had to behave brazenly in front of the watchful eyes of the &lt;i style=""&gt;ton&lt;/i&gt;, Joyce is determined to capture his attention…and his heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;an Mabberly is, without doubt, attracted to the Miss Joyce. But Ian was not ready to give up his heart to anyone, even the very tempting blue-eyed minx. Afraid she would see more than he was willingly to reveal, Ian guard his feelings and thoughts more fervently. However, from the moment she held her hands and so boldly asked him for a dance, Ian knew he was already lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  3rd novel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;CommercialScript BT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;For Her Hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Vladimir Script&amp;quot;;"&gt;Author: Amirah Zahidah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: ClassicRomanCaps;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;yle Burton knew he had to marry soon. And so ever since he literally falls onto the brilliantly wide-eyed Melody Luther, Kyle was determined to win her hand. However, she shows no sign to accept his proposal. So, Kyle intends to find out why and he discovered more than she proclaimed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: ClassicRomanCaps;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;t’s a secret Mel means to bring to her grave. So, when Kyle happens to stumble upon the truth, Mel was afraid he’ll be a threat to her. Mel then decided to run and disappear to a place far enough that no one could find her. However, hot in her pursuit, Kyle followed. Is he foe –or her knight in silver armor? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  ===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope they're exciting plots that would attract you to  look forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i'm signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_*v mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-6448693602316140564?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/6448693602316140564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=6448693602316140564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/6448693602316140564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/6448693602316140564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6448693602316140564' title='something i wrote for fun...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-6526031964544017166</id><published>2008-03-26T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:24:42.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE~</title><content type='html'>yes! i'm finally free!&lt;br /&gt;YAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;free of what, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;wellllllllllllll,i guess there's no harm in telling&lt;br /&gt;i'm free of exams.&lt;br /&gt;hehe, so much exams&lt;br /&gt;some i retook just this morning.&lt;br /&gt;the paper is so damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;no, i should say the qns are harder than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;no no no.&lt;br /&gt;correction, i didn't study for it thus i found it hard.&lt;br /&gt;yup that's it.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares now!!&lt;br /&gt;let me just enjoy today's freedom and maybe i'll cry a lil in the future&lt;br /&gt;but so what?&lt;br /&gt;i get over things very fast!&lt;br /&gt;and i mean VERY FAST!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-6526031964544017166?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/6526031964544017166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=6526031964544017166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/6526031964544017166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/6526031964544017166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6526031964544017166' title='FREE~'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-3660897718379643062</id><published>2008-03-18T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:37:45.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ Test</title><content type='html'>i tried this...&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda fun!&lt;br /&gt;It's an IQ test.&lt;br /&gt;Try it as well at "testriffic.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/10.gif" border="0" alt="IQ Test Score"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-3660897718379643062?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4584743727223464259</id><published>2008-03-06T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:19:52.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a song i like to share&lt;br /&gt;though it may not be a norm fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Transcending Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jthTRw-zGU4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jthTRw-zGU4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one other song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Synchronicty&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Makino Yui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBmcSLZgV-k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBmcSLZgV-k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-4584743727223464259?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4584743727223464259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4584743727223464259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4584743727223464259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4584743727223464259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4584743727223464259' title=''/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-5527547605114562343</id><published>2008-01-20T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:55:57.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i'm here again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be having my internships soon.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. three whole damn week.&lt;br /&gt;then back to school for my exams papers.&lt;br /&gt;hell. then back again into the wards.&lt;br /&gt;no rest for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i forgot to add something. even during&lt;br /&gt;attachments, i'll still have to go back to school for&lt;br /&gt;class. hmm... to tiring, gosh. will i get pass through&lt;br /&gt;this whole year in a smooth-sailing way.&lt;br /&gt;i guess--i know-- it not gonna be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's also a risk of me being debarred again for&lt;br /&gt;my papers. actually, not exactly "again", it's more like&lt;br /&gt;i'm never ever gonna be able to go to school ever again.&lt;br /&gt;yay, my heart says. but my conscience prick me too much.&lt;br /&gt;it made me anxious and a little scared, well, i allow, A LOT scared&lt;br /&gt;than i appeared to be. my mom and dad, especially him, will be utterly&lt;br /&gt;disappointed. though the last few times, i got away easily, thanks to&lt;br /&gt;my mentor who trusted me(though i have to confess, i cheated and lied&lt;br /&gt;to her to gain sympathy. gosh, even then my conscience didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;much. i'll definately go to hell for my bad deeds. hell like i care)&lt;br /&gt;anyways, though i got 'undebarred', this time i likely won't be that&lt;br /&gt;lucky. believe it, it happened three times already. i've been given&lt;br /&gt;three chances yet i didn't take it and change. what a jerk, you must think.&lt;br /&gt;yup. i deserve it. well, a forth chance will never in a lifetime happen.&lt;br /&gt;thus, i can safely say sayonara to the well-planned future my mom helped&lt;br /&gt;me create. ta-ta, future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, i sound so ungrateful. why am i doing this anyway?&lt;br /&gt;i'm lying even now when i write. why did i bother doing this?&lt;br /&gt;lying in writing. i guess you can lie in words written down.&lt;br /&gt;for your face can't be seen, thus the writer can hide behind the words.&lt;br /&gt;hmph, cocky for me to do that. i admit the truth now. I am fretful, i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;but what can you do to help me, right? hmph. still being strong. yeah, mira&lt;br /&gt;don't stop or you'll get hurt. by the consequences of your action to your&lt;br /&gt;parents. mira, if you don't want to feel guilty, don't ever care. be as cold as&lt;br /&gt;an ice. be stone-hearted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-5527547605114562343?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/5527547605114562343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=5527547605114562343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5527547605114562343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5527547605114562343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5527547605114562343' title=''/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-7536974480558294814</id><published>2008-01-11T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:23:12.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my school's open house started yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and by all rights, i'm supposed to help around today&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too lazy to do that.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i didn't help out&lt;br /&gt;instead, i roam around the place&lt;br /&gt;as if i was a visitor and play!&lt;br /&gt;XP probably my friends would kill me if they knew&lt;br /&gt;but i don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you can't force me to do it!&lt;br /&gt;if i don't want to, it means i seriously don't!&lt;br /&gt;get it! go piss someone else off.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not one to care enough for a friend to do it&lt;br /&gt;when i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's just me&lt;br /&gt;it me, so by god, please if you're not happy,&lt;br /&gt;bug off me. find someone else to be your damn friend.&lt;br /&gt;someone who's more suitable to tolerate you.&lt;br /&gt;GO, sayonara, i won't look back. i don't care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-7536974480558294814?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/7536974480558294814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=7536974480558294814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7536974480558294814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7536974480558294814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7536974480558294814' title=''/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-3821101661699781724</id><published>2008-01-04T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:50:56.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Individual presentation is OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was so nervous, i think i'll flunk it.&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck, at least it over now~!&lt;br /&gt;i'm lovin' it right now.&lt;br /&gt;the free, young feeling!&lt;br /&gt;what am i talking about? Young? Free?&lt;br /&gt;please~ i'm never gonna be free unless i'm&lt;br /&gt;lying under six feet down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, mira~&lt;br /&gt;stop being so pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;just smile since at least one other&lt;br /&gt;obstacles is past tense now!&lt;br /&gt;YEAY! WOOHOO!! ^_*v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i should stop now.&lt;br /&gt;write to y'all laterz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-3821101661699781724?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/3821101661699781724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=3821101661699781724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3821101661699781724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3821101661699781724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3821101661699781724' title=''/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-760484524739650643</id><published>2008-01-01T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:33:37.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi sushi sushi...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ifrGs3YJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zXCSWFxtb8o/s1600-h/MRS.kim011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ifrGs3YJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zXCSWFxtb8o/s320/MRS.kim011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150041736780144786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ifrms3YKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/362wWg0gBak/s1600-h/MRS.kim012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ifrms3YKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/362wWg0gBak/s320/MRS.kim012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150041745370079394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3iek2s3YGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aw6ZmvgbO5Y/s1600-h/30122007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3iek2s3YGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aw6ZmvgbO5Y/s320/30122007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150040529894334562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3iemms3YHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HXdsS0UM3L4/s1600-h/30122007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3iemms3YHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HXdsS0UM3L4/s320/30122007(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150040559959105650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ieoWs3YII/AAAAAAAAAAc/W_u9_F-JCrw/s1600-h/31122007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ieoWs3YII/AAAAAAAAAAc/W_u9_F-JCrw/s320/31122007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150040590023876738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^homemade sushi anyone??&lt;br /&gt;i made it myself. look nice, rite?&lt;br /&gt;the first sushi roll i made came out as a mess&lt;br /&gt;but i got better on the second try!&lt;br /&gt;YAY to me!! GAMBATTE!! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;everyone should try making their own sushi as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_*v mira-desu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-760484524739650643?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/760484524739650643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=760484524739650643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/760484524739650643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/760484524739650643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#760484524739650643' title=''/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ifrGs3YJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zXCSWFxtb8o/s72-c/MRS.kim011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-3667310344293031131</id><published>2007-12-27T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:33:38.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late christmas shopping??'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihbms3YLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Md0OX9RdUkQ/s1600-h/MRS.kim002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihbms3YLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Md0OX9RdUkQ/s320/MRS.kim002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150043669515428018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihb2s3YMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Vjgf_9HaiDU/s1600-h/MRS.kim006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihb2s3YMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Vjgf_9HaiDU/s320/MRS.kim006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150043673810395330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihcGs3YNI/AAAAAAAAABE/MoUp_j0Hq-0/s1600-h/MRS.kim003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihcGs3YNI/AAAAAAAAABE/MoUp_j0Hq-0/s320/MRS.kim003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150043678105362642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihcWs3YOI/AAAAAAAAABM/HAfEKSMZrmE/s1600-h/MRS.kim004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihcWs3YOI/AAAAAAAAABM/HAfEKSMZrmE/s320/MRS.kim004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150043682400329954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihcms3YPI/AAAAAAAAABU/F9AJ-2rZcrA/s1600-h/MRS.kim007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihcms3YPI/AAAAAAAAABU/F9AJ-2rZcrA/s320/MRS.kim007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150043686695297266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas shopping is so fun!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i even got presents for everyone i could think of!&lt;br /&gt;even those who isn't so close to me!&lt;br /&gt;but hey, christmas is a giving day, right?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone, be happy on these joyous day! ^^ happy christmas&lt;br /&gt;and a merry new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-3667310344293031131?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/3667310344293031131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=3667310344293031131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3667310344293031131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3667310344293031131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3667310344293031131' title=''/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asMSfmmDs-I/R3ihbms3YLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Md0OX9RdUkQ/s72-c/MRS.kim002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-3335662332754843395</id><published>2007-12-15T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:53:00.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i'm really loving big bang's music right now.&lt;br /&gt;Last farewell, yes. it is d*mn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop hearing it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyways, i'm writing in cus&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAVING MY TWO WEEKS BREAK FROM SCHOOL NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful is that.&lt;br /&gt;*relief* it's heaven justing sitting here without worries that i'm gonna be late for class...&lt;br /&gt;haha. terrific! awesome! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... i'm tired of writing more, so see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ^_*v mira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-3335662332754843395?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/3335662332754843395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=3335662332754843395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3335662332754843395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/3335662332754843395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3335662332754843395' title=''/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-2898119084383568459</id><published>2007-12-06T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:50:22.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring boring boring'/><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;what should i write in today.&lt;br /&gt;well. basically, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;because nothing interesting is on today.&lt;br /&gt;my life can be boring ast times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. i have something on today.&lt;br /&gt;in about 1 hr 30 mins, i will have to sit in an exam.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's all MCQs test. crossing my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;i hate SAQs. the thing is, why aren't i studying instead of writing here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because.....&lt;br /&gt;though i'm not at all confident in passing with GREAT results,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm okay at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;this is like my third try for this module. if i don't pass and move on, i'll never get to say the word "school" ever again.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic, aren't i??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, some people would love to say goodbye to crappy building full of notorious students. but not me. i think i love schools. just not the people teaching the modules. ok, fine i admit that i hate the modules as well. i find it perplexing sometimes. i understand what i was taught. but when it comes for me to be tested, i simply can't put it to words or action. how bad is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i been writing up till now??? Rubbish! Mostly rubbish! cause i ain't got anything interesting to write about. I'm such a boring person living a boring typical life. They say movies, novals, drama depicts real life. Well, all i can say is that: whoever life that was depict is one hell of an exciting life!!&lt;br /&gt;Cause i dun see myself getting rescued by charming princes on a horse(not literally though, just somewhat along that line), or being chased by some bad guys who wants nothing but my money! I dun get to see the world easily. i can't travel around without my parents. GOSH! where do people who produce all these drama get the idea from? Fairytale? And just how does fairytale come about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my stupid non-stop questions. stop it already! argh sometime i wonder why i ask so many questions. even my sisters get frustrated by them. well, not to mention me. okay, okay, enough already with this stupid post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if anyone reading this and get bored. i think it's best then that you dun read this stupid and boring post. hey, why am i putting this at the end of the post? by then, people already read through right?? How stupid can i be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincere apologies to people who read through and think they wasted their time reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_*v mira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-2898119084383568459?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/2898119084383568459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=2898119084383568459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/2898119084383568459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/2898119084383568459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2898119084383568459' title='What a day'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-1816029345803524802</id><published>2007-12-03T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:35:23.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Facial Mask</title><content type='html'>Recipe One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pour two tablespoons of honey in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;2. Warm the honey by putting in boiled water for a few mins.(No direct heating)&lt;br /&gt;   Alternatively : Microwave honey for 1-2 mins.&lt;br /&gt;3. Then mix 150 mls of yogurt into the honey. Stir well.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wash and scrub face. Apply facial mix onto face for 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;   (After 1/2 hr, rinse face with water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mint leaves&lt;br /&gt;Parsley leaves&lt;br /&gt;Olive/olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finely chop both the mint and parsley leaves(as well as the olive fruit if used)&lt;br /&gt;2. Grind the leaves and olive fruit. (If olive oil is used, mix the chopped leaves&lt;br /&gt;   with 1/2 teaspoon of the oil and mix well.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Apply to face. And wait 1/2 hr before rinsing with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cucumber&lt;br /&gt;Parsley/Mint Leaf&lt;br /&gt;Goat Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Juice the cucumber and leaves with 1/2 cup of goat milk.&lt;br /&gt;2. Then apply to face fo 30 mins. After, rinse well with warm water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple and easy, don't you all think? And it's good for your skin.&lt;br /&gt;it can be used for both men and women. But if your skin is sensitive to any of the ingredients, do not, i repeat DO NOT, use the recipes on yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-1816029345803524802?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/1816029345803524802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=1816029345803524802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/1816029345803524802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/1816029345803524802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in another two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;i'll have my break.&lt;br /&gt;cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. off to the books then.&lt;br /&gt;see y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-2308557332848110027?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/2308557332848110027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=2308557332848110027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/2308557332848110027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/2308557332848110027'/><link 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src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-345127768284614320</id><published>2007-10-19T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:24:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving it~!</title><content type='html'>I'M STARTING SCHOOL NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LIVE IT, LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah I'LL COME EDIT LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_*v mira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-345127768284614320?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/345127768284614320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=345127768284614320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/345127768284614320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/345127768284614320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#345127768284614320' title='Loving it~!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-5502695850748129866</id><published>2007-08-06T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:28:18.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Series Of Unfortunate Events-</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yup, when i say this, it is really terribly unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;Saturaday, 4th Aug, was indeed my cursed day.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went wrong even when i walked right.&lt;br /&gt;From the moment i woke up to the minute i slept.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's goes the way planned an i was abandoned twice in a row.&lt;br /&gt;That was the most unpleasant among the unpleasanties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event #1: I can't go!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas/Reira told us, just after she got ready to go, that her boyfriend, Rid, got some tickets to the 'NDP'(National Day Parade) preview and asked she to come with him. He also said that there was only one more ticket left and Reira asked if i could go. Going good so far right.... well, the thing is i couldn't go or i thought so. You see, my mom and dad had some other arrangement that day and my elder sis, Anne, also had previous engagements. Thus, i'm the one left to take care of my younger siblings at home. So i refused the offer and instead gave it to my younger sister, Ayu. Thus, i was left at home a very bored person who had to babysit my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event #2: Fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne was actually goign to see the fireworks. Upon seeing me upset, she asked if i wanted to come with her. Of course my brother wants to come along too. She had planned to get there by 7 to get a good spot to watch the fireworks. So all of us got ready. Still we were late because Anne doesn't know what to wear. we took hours to choose her clothes and when finally her friend, Eda who came to make her up, decided for her. Then we were off... It was all too well at the beginning and we were all excited with our hearts beating to a rhythem. YET something goes wrong. We got a call from Reira. She informed us that there won't be any fireworks that night. in case you're wondering why reira knows about this, the fireworks we are seeing is part of the preview she went. We(anne, me &amp; my bro) were going to sit outside near the stadium and watch. So anne went with her friend and i with my bro bought some food to pack home. but anne called me to ask me whether i want to join her to orchard and i said yes. so i sent my bro home alone and took the train to meet anne and her friend. however, halfway upon meeting her, she smsed me saying she can't take me along. Guess why? she wants to go clubbing and won't take me along! well, i know it's for my own good. she doesn't want me to stray from the 'good' side, or somethig like that BUT she could have told me earlier right??!!!!!! and not tell me when i'm already halfway there!!!! oh how i wish to curse but i'm 'civilised'(or that what's anne thinks of me)... so in short she abandoned me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event #3: ....err... maybe i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;just know that day was terrible.. and i was seeing red everywhere i went even when i was eating. i'll stop here to prevent my anger to act up again.&lt;br /&gt;oh well... then bye. no smiley face with peace sign today! too UPSETTING!!!!!argh!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-5502695850748129866?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/5502695850748129866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=5502695850748129866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5502695850748129866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/5502695850748129866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5502695850748129866' title='-Series Of Unfortunate Events-'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-288833687276442751</id><published>2007-08-01T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:52:35.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever Alone'/><title type='text'>Still Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/stillalone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, today&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow also&lt;br /&gt;i will this lane forever alone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-288833687276442751?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/288833687276442751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=288833687276442751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/288833687276442751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/288833687276442751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#288833687276442751' title='Still Alone'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/th_stillalone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-4441679231813892837</id><published>2007-07-28T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:51:22.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Meeting Anne-</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, me and my sis met up with the admin of SJ*FH.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun. she was so funny and nice.&lt;br /&gt;she also have a very nice accent. And i think she's pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our meeting place was at bugis. I came at six but it seemed they met earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Anne, Steph, Liyy and Nora were already there. They are all my unnies.&lt;br /&gt;And each one of them are sweet in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyy is wacky and funny. She just cracks me up and she has this cute accent.&lt;br /&gt;actually she changes her accent alot but it was still adorable. Steph is sweet&lt;br /&gt;and quiet, actually not that quiet. but she's very kind. and she drives!!! How cool is that!!! Nora unnie, she's just adorable and i think she clever too. Anne unnie,&lt;br /&gt;oh she is the BEST!!! she hilarous, has a nice laugh, honey-like smile and she may be&lt;br /&gt;the nicest person i've met so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so from there, steph drove us to the restraunt. the place have the same name as i do!!! "AMIRAH's grilled restraunt", cool right? anyways, it's near beach rd.&lt;br /&gt;i ate BBQ Chicken Chop. it was exquisite!!! i recommand that shop!! i'll go there again! oh ya... halfway through, mas(kyira) called me, telling me that she reached bugis. so, me and liyy left the table to pick her up. when we got back, everyone finished their meal. everyone, except ME!! since mas didn't want to eat, i ate alone with every eye on me. it was awkward so i ate very fast. didn't even get to really enjoy the moment. oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went walking...then we ended up in 'Coffee Bean' and we sat there for the longest time ever. talking about everything under the sun. well, in this case everything under the moon. it was already late at night by that time. well, to me, i think the day's still young. After all, nobody would sleep so early as 8.30 pm, right? so we sat and talked and talked and talked!!! it was a fun and nice feeling!&lt;br /&gt;to get to know each other more. thinking back, i missing them already. SIGH....&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after that, we went home. Steph dropped us at City Hall station and there we said our farewells. i miss them and i wish that i could have spent more time with them.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it. i'll write in again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_*v mira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-4441679231813892837?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/feeds/4441679231813892837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809120652075298794&amp;postID=4441679231813892837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4441679231813892837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/4441679231813892837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4441679231813892837' title='-Meeting Anne-'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-7060597929208998129</id><published>2007-07-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:23:33.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/kai-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me not for the sake of loving.&lt;br /&gt;Love me because you know you do.&lt;br /&gt;Love is complicated&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, it's so simple&lt;br /&gt;to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Because we're together,&lt;br /&gt;everything is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Because love is when two&lt;br /&gt;strangers discovers each other.&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me and never let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-7060597929208998129?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7060597929208998129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/7060597929208998129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7060597929208998129' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/th_kai-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809120652075298794.post-6901494477931791797</id><published>2007-07-26T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:25:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>++That-Some-One++</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/28062007002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Profiler:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Amirah Zahidah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jung Mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Profession:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One and only Mrs. Kim Ryeowook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;158&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; -NA-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Her:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm simply someone who enjoys life.&lt;br /&gt;Simple person with simple ambitions on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;But deep and mysterious as the sea on the inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809120652075298794-6901494477931791797?l=everynonething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/6901494477931791797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809120652075298794/posts/default/6901494477931791797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everynonething.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6901494477931791797' title='++That-Some-One++'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171833535796095454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i202/ACID-munira/Mira/th_28062007002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
