<?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-2604688509941235727</id><updated>2011-12-17T13:42:12.966+08:00</updated><category term='sick trip bored'/><category term='hug'/><category term='deception'/><category term='first blog'/><title type='text'>Miraculous Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>.::Just Daily Mira-cLes::.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-8861215490590550913</id><published>2011-12-05T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:42:12.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you rush, You forget things.</title><content type='html'>Good evening! 5.15 p.m. here in the land of the rising sun! but the sun dsnt seem to be arise a lot of the day.. by arund 4 o'clock it starts going down to go back into hiding so that the moon can come out and play. With the sun going down earlier, that means that winter is on it's way! I can and can't wait for winter! Why? do u ask, easy! because I've never even been through winter so I'm extremely excited to do winter sports and see snow! but on the other hand.. I've NEVER been through winter and as it is I'm already dying with how cold the temperature is getting but somehow managing. Just hope I'll be alright to last until spring. Need to go winter clothes shopping before I die of frost bite x) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway enough about the weather. Today had a crazy start to the day. I woke up not so late but I took my own sweet time in getting ready so I left the house around 8.50 a.m. when my class starts at 9.00 a.m.. I sprinted on my bicycle, didn't even think about how tired I was and somehow got there in time so as to not be considered late. I was still considered on time! But then because I was rushing so much I accidentally left my glasses at home! I went to school without being able to see clearly. It was a miracle I got to class in one piece haha. Considering everything I looked at was blurred out buy my horrible vision. After class, I was supposed to go straight to my ND campus to do a few things but since I left my glasses at home, I pondered for a little while of what I shld do. Go home and get the glasses? or not. Asked a few ppl, they told me to go get it so I did and had lunch. After doing that, I still had enough time to get what I needed from the foreign students office aswell as make it in time for class. So it didn't turn out so bad. Although it didn't turn out bad. I did come out of it extremely tired. So happy to be home right now. Just wondering.. Should I go take a nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-8861215490590550913?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/8861215490590550913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=8861215490590550913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8861215490590550913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8861215490590550913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-you-rush-you-forget-things.html' title='When you rush, You forget things.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2533732837481294891</id><published>2011-11-30T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:41:36.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn!</title><content type='html'>This morning I left the house early for once. Haven't done that in a long time, and on the way while on my bicycle i took this picture! I just looovee the red of the maple leaves! I get excited everytime i pass by them. Not to mention, the shape of the branches are pretty too. Just like in a painting. Haha. At times like these are when I really feel that I am in Japan living out my dream! Sometimes it's just so hard to believe~ I'm so thankful I got this far. Now time to get my head in the game and aim for good results for my upcoming exams! =)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sxTqUrk5IuA/TtWX3mDSKpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/p11p3Wrt4CQ/s640/blogger-image--2001712910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sxTqUrk5IuA/TtWX3mDSKpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/p11p3Wrt4CQ/s640/blogger-image--2001712910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2533732837481294891?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2533732837481294891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2533732837481294891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2533732837481294891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2533732837481294891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/11/autumn.html' title='Autumn!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sxTqUrk5IuA/TtWX3mDSKpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/p11p3Wrt4CQ/s72-c/blogger-image--2001712910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4720458749977401442</id><published>2011-10-09T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:47:50.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sem</title><content type='html'>Hey there, been awhile huh? It seems that lately I barely write here anymore. Okay it's been going on a lot longer than just lately but I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; making an effort to try and remember my blog more. I actually downloaded the blogger application for my iphone. So hopefully from now on I shall take more pictures and upload them here and actually blog more. Although, most of the time I'm just all talk, I really do hope I actually make the effort this time. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to fill ya'll in with my current events, my university life started about 3 weeks ago. This term my classes end earlier but my schedule is more packed compared to my last semester. Last sem I had more breaks, which was why my classes ended later but this time I have classes one after another, which allows it to end faster but a little more hectic for me. That's alright though. Then, there is the fact that most days I have classes on the first period which is 9am, which is a total change from last sem where almost all my classes started at 11, so this sem I'm having some trouble getting up in the morning as well as staying up in class when I'm there. I think since I've gone back to uni these past few weeks I've been mostly asleep in my classes. I don't mean to fall asleep, sometimes when I listen to my teachers talking, even when I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; feel sleepy I have a tendency to fall asleep. It's like their voices are my lullaby or something. lol. Well this sem I can't be playing around so much. So many reports to write and they count for a big percentage of the subject. If I don't do this right, I'll fail about half my subjects. So gotta give it my best! Wish me luck! Shall fill ya'll in more later. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4720458749977401442?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4720458749977401442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4720458749977401442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4720458749977401442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4720458749977401442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-sem.html' title='This Sem'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1521391616971129699</id><published>2011-09-15T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:28:37.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's tearing up my heart.</title><content type='html'>It hasn't been any easier. With or without him. It's hard. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;It's tearin' up my heart when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;And when we are apart I feel it too&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what I do I feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Just why we can't be lovers&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting out of hand&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' too much, but baby we can win&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, if you want me girl let me know&lt;br /&gt;I am down, on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooooooh, all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't misunderstand,&lt;br /&gt;(don't misunderstand)&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to tell ya&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of my mind, (corner of my mind)&lt;br /&gt;Baby it feels like we're running out of time&lt;br /&gt;Let it go (go) if you want me girl let me know&lt;br /&gt;I am down on my knees, I can't take it anymore ohhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearin' up my heart when i.m with you, but when we're apart I feel it too&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what I do I'll feel the pain with or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearin' up my heart and soul when we're apart I feel it too&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what I do I'll feel the pain with or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what I do I feel the pain with or with out you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only thing is.. I KNOW why we can't be together. I believe it's for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you though.... Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1521391616971129699?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1521391616971129699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1521391616971129699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1521391616971129699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1521391616971129699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-tearing-up-my-heart.html' title='It&apos;s tearing up my heart.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-7214505884340708451</id><published>2011-08-18T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:21:33.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time is of the essence.</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; so everyone told me to deal with it as soon as possible, before anyone got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;took too much time and now there has been a casualty. I know what I want to do. Have already decided on that one. I'm simply taking too long to do it. I don't know when's the right time but somehow in these types of matters, there's never going to be a right time. I really need to get this over with before I lose the one thing that I'm trying to hold on to right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-7214505884340708451?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/7214505884340708451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=7214505884340708451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7214505884340708451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7214505884340708451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-is-of-essence.html' title='time is of the essence.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-620795434755887086</id><published>2011-06-24T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:18:48.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicksand</title><content type='html'>Feels like I've screwed everything up. Feels like I've lost the people who should matter the most. I know they're there. They haven't gone anywhere, just how it feels like. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For him who has my heart.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be the same person I was with you. I don't know how long I can leave my heart in ur care &amp;amp; how long I can be taking care of yours. It all feels so messed up. So complicated. How I wish I could just go back to the days where nothing mattered but us but I need to figure things out and go my own way, if we are meant to be, I will return. Although, If we aren't and I return anyway, you might not be there for me when i get back.. If that happens I shall keep u in my heart and keep moving on. Right now I'm still trying. I don't know where my heart lies. I need time. Just give me time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For him who has given me his heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not who you think I am and I can't give u my heart even though I know you are waiting for me. I know you will come back to me. I am waiting for you but I won't be yours. I can't. I shall give you all the time you need. I will wait here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make no sense but I really do wish I was somehow sinking in quicksand right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-620795434755887086?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/620795434755887086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=620795434755887086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/620795434755887086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/620795434755887086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/06/quicksand.html' title='Quicksand'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5024940135781859276</id><published>2011-06-16T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:35:01.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syazam! x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYkm4HVa1kc/TfjdQErvmyI/AAAAAAAAAzk/eiHrifTFo9E/s1600/sya%2526I.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYkm4HVa1kc/TfjdQErvmyI/AAAAAAAAAzk/eiHrifTFo9E/s320/sya%2526I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618483803349556002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Being in a different country all alone, you really learn to appreciate the things and the people you had around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I came here I didn't spend enough time with you. I know we were both busy with our own things but maybe I should have prioritized you more. I miss the days we spent shopping. I miss us talking about japanese dramas. I miss you screaming at other people while driving. I miss being sarcastic with you and also the way you tried to be sarcastic with me but failed. I miss our sleepovers. I miss our long phone calls. I miss our talks in the middle of the night before falling asleep hours later. I miss everything about you. Even your short attention span and the way you get annoyed with everyone for no reason. haha. I love you sya! Wish you were here with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-5024940135781859276?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5024940135781859276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5024940135781859276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5024940135781859276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5024940135781859276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/06/syazam-x.html' title='Syazam! x)'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYkm4HVa1kc/TfjdQErvmyI/AAAAAAAAAzk/eiHrifTFo9E/s72-c/sya%2526I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6867027685029469378</id><published>2011-06-15T19:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:49:25.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sands of time.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, read back a few of my older posts while someone else was reading my blog. Figured out I was a freak until not too long ago or maybe I still am? Just not as obvious as it was last time haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how when u look back on things like your blog posts, pictures, comments and etc you wonder "did i really write this?" or "did I really do that?". It's like you don't recognize yourself and you find that what u've said or done during that time is something u would never think yourself of doing or saying as the person you are now. &amp;amp; somehow u find whatever happened in the past so embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just proof that people change over time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Does that mean I've changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I guess I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not the same person I was when I graduated high school or wtv. People change and adapt into the situation they're dealt.  None of us notices but as time goes by, when we enter a new environment, meet new people, slowly we change, and grow. It only makes us human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all I have to say to all those weird posts and pictures etc, is that I am only human. Instead of being embarrassed, acceptance is key. They are who I was and a part of who I am now. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6867027685029469378?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6867027685029469378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6867027685029469378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6867027685029469378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6867027685029469378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/06/sands-of-time.html' title='Sands of time.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3219451956753907949</id><published>2011-06-10T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:16:18.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hug'/><title type='text'>I Need a Hug.</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I wrote here. Feel like I should let my feelings out more often here so that at least I have an outlet but somehow I never end up writing down how I feel. Anyway, right now I really need a hug. I don't mean I simply hug someone. I mean I need to hug and be hugged. I need to feel like I'm not alone. Although, sadly here, I don't have anyone I can hug. Which makes it more obvious as to how lonely I really feel. This feeling is the type of feeling that won't just go away. It's the feeling that'll linger until I finally let it out somehow and for me to let it out, I need a hug from someone I feel close enough to open myself so much as to hug that person. You know the typeof hug where u feel safe. I don't know what I'm gonna do but there's not much I can do. Miss my friends at home. The people who were always there when I needed a hug. I'll get through this somehow. Don't worry. I'll be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-3219451956753907949?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3219451956753907949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3219451956753907949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3219451956753907949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3219451956753907949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-hug.html' title='I Need a Hug.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2627959237747587478</id><published>2011-04-02T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:45:23.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrance Ceremony.</title><content type='html'>Well hello there. It's been awhile, but now I'm no longer where I used to be. I'm now in JAPAN. Yes, JAPAN. The country I've been yearning to come to since i was a wee child at the age of 11. Well I'm currently having university orientation week the whole of this and next week but today was my entrance ceremony. As most likely not most of you guys know, I shall be attending a catholic university. No, I do not have to be catholic to enter because DUH I'm muslim but the entrance ceremony was so catholic it was funny! hahaha. Well maybe some of you might not think so but hey, I'm not admitting I'm one of them. I was just doing what I was told to do for the ceremony. Well during the ceremony the choir was singing obviously catholic songs and I was just singing along. The songs are well about how great god is and whatsoever which is true in any religion. So anyway then we had the heads of the school make their speeches and one of them was a sister, as in a nun. It was quite cool to see one in real life. Then halfway throughout the ceremony they were having this part where they wanted to pray for all of us and also make us pray &amp;amp; promise to be good. You know like take an oath. They decorated the stage with all these catholic things like big candles and stuff like that and that big bell that the pope will carry when he carries out his prayers, and also at the top of the stage there was a cross. The cross isn't a big deal. The big deal is that there was a statue of jesus being crucified on that dang cross. Now THAT was a big deal. Haha. That was unnecessary in my opinion but hey, If you had seen the stage as I had I bet you'd be thinking what I did. Which was "woooow, how awesome is that" ahaha. Well they did their prayers and stuff. I had to say "amen" which is still the same as "amin" just different spelling haha. Then after singing a couple more songs and hearing a few more prayers from the teachers the ceremony ended. We sang ava maria or something like that. It's actually quite an interesting song haha. Well I do agree in some of the things they had to say. Actually with quite a lot of them because it's all a question of morals. That's all. It's the same in any religion. So anyway it was an interesting ceremony. I was very intrigued with all that was happening. Well after the ceremony we went to have a lunch break somewhat and at 12.30 we attended our orientation. They were talking about the school and everything, the rules and stuff which was owh so draggy. They were going page by page in the dang guide book. That's not cool but halfway throughout this long and boring process, the microphone they were using in the hall caught a radio frequency because they were most likely the same frequency and all of a sudden there was this "konnichiwa" that came out of nowhere and this lady calling a famous person onto stage and the teacher was all joking around about it and so the whole hall was laughing after such a long period of silence. It was dang funny! Best part of the whole orientation, no doubt! After all that when the whole thing finally ended. I was so tired it was so not funny. I was having one of those lack of sugar crisis where I was about to faint and shit but thank goodness I had food in my bag so then I just sat down and ate and rested awhile b4 i began searching for my bus back to my dorm. Well now I noe what bus to take from my place to school so I'm happy! hahaha. Well all in all it wasn't a bad day. Just slightly draggy but okay la. Owh I like my new friend. Her name is Ueno Arisa. She's very nice. I shall tell you guys more about her later. Well that was pretty much my day. Right now I'm just sitting in my room chatting and skipping ppl. I miss all my friends. So so very much! Thanks for reading my rants. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one line that I like from today which is true and what ppl always SAY but never DO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treat others as they would onto you. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means treat other ppl the way you would want them to treat you =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2627959237747587478?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2627959237747587478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2627959237747587478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2627959237747587478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2627959237747587478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/04/entrance-ceremony.html' title='Entrance Ceremony.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2612591185804558204</id><published>2011-01-10T11:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:32:15.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TSqCgtXliSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/6amWJeCm8AU/s1600/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560400188388247842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TSqCgtXliSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/6amWJeCm8AU/s320/29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my kawaii Yeti x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We've been together for a little over one year and we've had our ups and downs but getting to spend your birthday with you again this year is something really special to me. I may not be able to give you the luxurious things in life that you would like to have but I'll do my best in putting my heart into what I can give you. I hope with that it will be enough to put a smile on your face, because your smiles are the best. =) I hope you have a wonderful day today. Happy Birthday Sayang. I love youuuuu~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2612591185804558204?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2612591185804558204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2612591185804558204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2612591185804558204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2612591185804558204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TSqCgtXliSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/6amWJeCm8AU/s72-c/29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-705176862599054051</id><published>2010-12-28T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:16:56.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch potato.</title><content type='html'>Hello there! I've been off from college for awhile now and the days have been passing by but I really can't think of what I've been doing from day to day. I haven't been watching the DVDs of anime and dramas I bought, I have gone out but not exactly all that much. All I know for a fact is that all I've been doing is sitting in front of the tv. I guess I've just simply been a couch potato. funnn~ haha. No no not fun. Kind of lifeless is more appropriate I think. Well I should get started on the dramas and animes soon. Can't allow my japanese to go down the drain while waiting for university to start next year. I should also probably start reading the books I own too huh. Lol. Well looks like I've got lotsa stuff to fill in my time, just gotta start doing them. Hehe which, for a lazy ass like me, is pretty hard to do x) tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-705176862599054051?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/705176862599054051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=705176862599054051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/705176862599054051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/705176862599054051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/12/couch-potato.html' title='Couch potato.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4180152966436183150</id><published>2010-12-09T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T01:35:43.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Birthday Wishlist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Well hello there! So here's the 2010 wish list! It may be a little expensive but I'm not asking u guys to buy it solo, can always get a few to chip in for one thing. Or u don't even have to get something from this list. It's all up to u guys, just giving ya'll the options. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1 The Charice Album&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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP-7D5zrHcI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NTSJk-sc56E/s1600/charice_albumcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP-7D5zrHcI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NTSJk-sc56E/s320/charice_albumcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548358941675298242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her. She's a real inspiration. &amp;amp; I thought instead of downloading her off the net, by getting her album I'd be able to contribute something to her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 At least a 1000 piece puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP-7ENRApCI/AAAAAAAAAyU/AlRWhhxCcB4/s1600/puzzle%2Bpieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP-7ENRApCI/AAAAAAAAAyU/AlRWhhxCcB4/s320/puzzle%2Bpieces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548358946898617378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-U's over, 3 months of waiting around. At least by doing puzzles I'd be able to work my mind a little. Instead of becoming a vegetable in front of the pc constantly. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 DKNY Red Delicious Perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP-7EgntIKI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A0M6wLu5F9U/s1600/DKNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP-7EgntIKI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A0M6wLu5F9U/s320/DKNY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548358952094081186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn expensive yes I know but I fell so in love with this and another perfume when I tried it out the other day. I want to get it but if u guys wouldn't mind? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;P.S. I want to put the other perfume here too but I don't know what brand it's under. =( I'll find it and put it her later I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 XXX Holic DVD Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP--K1GN8vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/sbBL6coEDIw/s1600/xxxholic-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP--K1GN8vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/sbBL6coEDIw/s320/xxxholic-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548362359204868850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently watched Tsubasa Chronicles and there are some connections to this anime which I would like to figure out, so yeah I'd really like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Mokona Plushie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP_BJ_Pd-II/AAAAAAAAAy0/vwryXieP70I/s1600/mokona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP_BJ_Pd-II/AAAAAAAAAy0/vwryXieP70I/s320/mokona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548365643283036290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP_BJv8t4BI/AAAAAAAAAys/glYiocNZETc/s1600/mokona%2Bplushie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP_BJv8t4BI/AAAAAAAAAys/glYiocNZETc/s320/mokona%2Bplushie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548365639177854994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's just so cute! Mokona modoki mo doki doki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;That's all for now. I'll update it if I have any other ideas or if I figure out what that other perfume was haha. Well, would really appreciate anything u get me really. Seriously it doesn't have to be from this list. For those of u nice enough to even have the thought of actually getting me something, I really appreciate it. Thanks. You're the best! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4180152966436183150?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4180152966436183150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4180152966436183150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4180152966436183150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4180152966436183150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-birthday-wishlist.html' title='2010 Birthday Wishlist!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/TP-7D5zrHcI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NTSJk-sc56E/s72-c/charice_albumcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4048628440312375904</id><published>2010-10-29T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:34:51.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time.</title><content type='html'>Hye. It's been awhile. Just wanted to rant. You may not understand but it's okay. I just need to let it out in my own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't have told him what I had told him. I didn't mean for it to turn out the way it did. I just wanted him to know how I felt but now it seems that how I feel doesn't even matter anymore. Everything's different now. He doesn't care anymore. &amp;amp; I just don't know what to do or even where to start anything. I feel like maybe it's not even worth it. It's just too hard. It may finally be time that I let go. No matter how much it hurts me to do so I don't have much of a choice. What do I expect to happen with things going the way they are. It's gonna end up the same anyway. So I might as well just let him go now and avoid a worse pain. I loved you. I will always love you. You will always be in my heart, a part of my memories but I have to let you go now. Holding on to you for 4 years. It's finally come time I need to let go. I hope everything goes well. If you love something, you have to let them go. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not referring to Asykal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4048628440312375904?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4048628440312375904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4048628440312375904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4048628440312375904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4048628440312375904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3695625325902698730</id><published>2010-09-18T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:02:28.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote!</title><content type='html'>Hey there! For those of you who actually read my blog, could u do me a big favour and vote for my friend is this competition~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a bit of a hassle but here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to this &lt;a href="http://www.kitschen.com/blog/?p=1311&amp;amp;cpage=1#comment-3080"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; and create a wordpress account&lt;br /&gt;2) Go back to that same page and write "i vote!" in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the help. It's much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then bye for now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-3695625325902698730?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3695625325902698730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3695625325902698730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3695625325902698730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3695625325902698730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/09/vote.html' title='Vote!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-7100769148818227848</id><published>2010-09-02T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:19:48.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>Hey there readers of my dead blog. x) If you have the time could u drop by to fill in this survey. It'll only take a few mins. Thanks yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/esgc6121&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-7100769148818227848?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/7100769148818227848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=7100769148818227848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7100769148818227848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7100769148818227848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/09/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2345008085460449240</id><published>2010-07-30T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:34:17.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant?</title><content type='html'>It's finally nearing the end of my punishment. 2moro is the last day of this month then I'll be free but of course i missed 2 very important things this month which i can never get back. I couldn't spend my two BEST! friends birthdays with them. Sorry Michelle. Sorry Talib. I love you guys so much. I will make it up to u somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2moro I'm planning on goin over to my cousins place. We've got lots to talk about and I need her internet connection bcause I have got to fill in that dang form for colleges for my school haha. I hope I'll be able to decide properly where I would like to go. I'm thinking of going to that college Konishi sensei reccomended to me. It's Kansai Gakuin Daigaku but we'll see la where I end up. If all else fails and my results aren't good enough to go then I shall simply go to a Nihongo Gakkou or something like Hakuho Jyoshi Daigaku. Whatever it is. I'm leaving next year no matter what. I hope x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I dunno why I'm here. Guess I just wanted to rant. Well that's all for now I guess. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2345008085460449240?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2345008085460449240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2345008085460449240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2345008085460449240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2345008085460449240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/07/rant.html' title='rant?'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6924199992279164002</id><published>2010-07-25T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:44:23.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngeh.</title><content type='html'>and so since i'm grounded. I can't do anything even on this one week holiday of mine that comes once in a blue moon. As unfair as that is i can't do much about it. I have a feeling my father feels bad about ruining my holiday by keeping me in, cause he keeps trying to ask me out but I really don't want to follow. I'd rather be at home alone. As i'm used to being. No point in inviting me now. I never go anyway. So what i've been doing since friday night has been to lock myself in the pc room and watch anime for one whole day. Well the doors aren't actually locked but i only come out to bathe and etc. I even eat in here so yeah haha. Guess they're a little worried since i don't come out but heh nothing much to do even if i go outside. At least I get to watch anime being in here. Much more interesting than doing nothing. Although, I should start my homework soon. In having said that i will most probably NOT start my homework anytime soon. HAHA. I'm a lazy b**** gonna go continue my anime. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6924199992279164002?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6924199992279164002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6924199992279164002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6924199992279164002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6924199992279164002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/07/ngeh.html' title='ngeh.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6960128899678567721</id><published>2010-07-04T12:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:27:31.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hye.</title><content type='html'>I've made a new blog! doesn't mean i'll stop writing here (although I haven't been here much) because my new blog is in Japanese! haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my life's sucked. In a fight with my parents. Grounded for one month. It's cause I'm growing up a little too fast for them. Failed my kanji for the first time ever. nyeh. SO my life boat's gone and left me behind. I wonder if i an keep going on like this. we'll see what happens. Will try coming back as often as possible. Btw my new blog is kisekimiracle. ttyl bye bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6960128899678567721?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6960128899678567721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6960128899678567721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6960128899678567721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6960128899678567721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/07/hye.html' title='Hye.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-115800193062530673</id><published>2010-06-24T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:10:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities.</title><content type='html'>I have a test in the morning but I'm here right now writing this line. =)&lt;br /&gt;House is on. Debating whether I should watch it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-115800193062530673?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/115800193062530673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=115800193062530673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/115800193062530673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/115800193062530673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/06/priorities.html' title='Priorities.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4225038785456667725</id><published>2010-04-10T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:04:00.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Lanka Day 1.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Greetings from Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how the day went by. I was with basyi until it was time for me to go to the airport, which was 3.30 am in the morning. I didn't get to hug him goodbye cause I'm such a spaz. =( Checked-In and then bought snacks and onto the airplane. Considering I didn't sleep at all yet except for the one hour in the car, I slept all the way in the plane. It was a 3 hour flight from 6 am. We arrived at 7 am here. I'm 2.5 hours behind Malaysia. It's so sad. When we arrived, there was a lady ready to greet us, she wrote my fathers name on a board, it read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"MRS Tunku Aamash"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA! my daddy became my mommy xD Then as we were heading to the van outside we passed by something very awesome. The first prize for some contest was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;PERODUA VIVA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nyeahaha xD awesome sheet. Next was an exciting 3 hour ride in a Van to get to our Villa. Joy. =.= Makes no diff to me, I fell asleep the whole way but an hour away from our destination we stopped at some other hotel to have breakfast. It was 10.30 am which is 1 pm here so basically it was lunch. It was good but after breakfast as we were headed back on the road, we were supposed to go over the train track and the train was coming so the gates came down so we had to stop but then the gate is only half so there's space for cars to go through even if it's down so cars kept coming n going through. Not giving a damn about the train. Then at one point the tut tut, some cab car thing, x) hit another car driven by some chinese dude right in front of my van and there was this whole fight and they were actually on the train tracks so i was freaking out cause the train was coming and all.. and bla bla bla stupidity resolved but my van had to move too and just as i thought the train would come soon, my van went across the train tracks and i went O.O WTH?! but thankfully the train wasn't there yet. lol. scary sheet. After that was the ramaining one hour to our Villa in which again I fell asleep. So basically I was asleep the whole journey. Which is a good thing. Trust me x) Got to the Villa, rest, came online, video call basyi and then took a shower and went out again. Went to this mall thing where it was packed full of ppl, dusty as hell and it smelt like coconut oil and B.O.. Damn torturing weyh. So we got out of there and went to the small stalls beside the road where they sell textiles and stuff. Much better. Then off to dinner and here I am. It's been a tiring day. I miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;btw the traffic here is NOTHING like Malaysia. There are NO traffic lights whatsoever anywhere. They DON'T wear seatbelts, my van doesn't even have seatbelts in the back. There's only one left and right lane and they simply go from left to right to take over. Doesn't even matter whether there're are cars coming from the opposite direction as long as you can fit. It's DAMN scary weyh. I keep wondering how it'd be if basyi was here and was driving. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for day one. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4225038785456667725?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4225038785456667725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4225038785456667725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4225038785456667725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4225038785456667725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/04/sri-lanka-day-1.html' title='Sri Lanka Day 1.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1740131912522682563</id><published>2010-03-21T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:43:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuJu, Adorable!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SUPER JUNIOR CONCERT&lt;/span&gt;~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was a full day. I slept late at night woke up at 8 am. then got ready and left for sg wg. Was there with Eliz &amp;amp; Sya. Even though, it was just the 3 of us, it was a lot of fun! We talked and talked and sang and sang~ Sya's crazy haha. I'm not kidding. x) Then after we said bye, Sya sent me out and for the 1st time in my life I took public transport on my own. Without Syaza. O.O I got to Syaza's place fine, not a scratch on me but doesn't mean I wasn't scared out of my wits lol. Hung out at Syaza's place with Fau till Syaza came back with Iman and then we were off to SuJu. It was an awesome concert! Effects and everything were so much better than any other concert I've been to but for the fact that "He" wasn't there, whenever I looked at my adorable Kyuhyun, I would think of him and get all emotional =.='' but I made the most out of it anyway. Had to. After the concert we sent John home then Iman home and then we went home and then I went home to my own home. If you get what I mean. xD I called him several times last night b4 I finally went to sleep. In short I miss him. Like crazy. Which is crazy. I'm gonna go and do my homework now. Jya ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Just crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1740131912522682563?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1740131912522682563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1740131912522682563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1740131912522682563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1740131912522682563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/03/suju-adorable.html' title='SuJu, Adorable!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1570639946650014713</id><published>2010-03-14T15:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:38:07.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is MINE~ =)</title><content type='html'>Well hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that recently I've only been talking about Basyi. Well here's another edition to my Basyi chronicles. hehe. Yesterday we made plans to head to sunway pyramid to go ice skating but unfortunately the world was against us. He was supposed to be here at my house to pick me up by 4 but then his brother asked him to send him somewhere and then the whole of KL was filled with traffic. Which is still a mystery. Other than that, he didn't pay attention to the road and ended up getting lost and going all the way to Desa Sri Hartamas. xD When he got here it was almost 6 and if I were to go out I had to be home by 8 so we couldn't go ice skating anymore. So we decided to stay home. Sorry Basyi. So we just hung out at home the whole time. I was online, etc. Even though, we didn't get to go ice skating it was nice just having time with him. =) He had dinner here with my family. My dad tried to pick a fight with me using him. Gah. He was trying to get Basyi to agree that UK is better than Japan. I also reminded him that I'm not going to UK with them in June because I don't want to miss classes and he said that I'm probably the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY ONE&lt;/span&gt; in the population of 6billion ppl in the world who would pass up this opportunity. My reply was simply, well there are 7billion ppl in the world so I have another billion with me. xD &amp;amp; so it was my victory. hehe. Anyway after dinner I was supposed to bring him to see Talib and the gang but I got sleepy and lazy so I didn't feel like going out and it's a good thing we didn't because I got a bad stomach ache and diarrhea all of a sudden. Crazy Sheet!. I worried him as I normally do, and then my stomach started to cool down. So I got to spend the rest of the night with him without having to run to the toilet every few minutes nyeahaha. I know ya'll don't have to know that but bear with me la xD Anyway, a little after 12am. He asked and we became official. On the 14th of March 2010. White Valentines Day. I got a boyfriend. xD I feel like such a kid saying it like this but heck&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I'M HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt; ^^ deal with it la. That's all for now. BYE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Fun Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;George Washington cut down his fathers Cherry Tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; he had wooden teeth! Nyeahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1570639946650014713?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1570639946650014713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1570639946650014713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1570639946650014713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1570639946650014713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-is-mine.html' title='He is MINE~ =)'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5937836304466568181</id><published>2010-03-13T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:07:40.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits of labour.</title><content type='html'>No matter what I do. It never seems enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story has nothing to do with the above line. Just had to write it down cause it's been in my head for awhile. Anyway to the point of what I wanted to talk about. Yesterday. Scary scary day. Rawr! English exam paper was a total let down and I'm pretty sure I screwed it up but heh! After exams we went to Pavilion. Basyi was supposed to go for friday prayers but because I was the one driving he was late and in the end he didn't go... Haih. GOMEN! We had lunch with Sya and Jon/John &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(spelling?)&lt;/span&gt; at Sakae Sushi and then we walked to bentley where we were supposed to go pick up Basyi's amp but again they said they can't give it back yet and as he should, Basyi got angry. Haha It's okay love. So then we left and went home. Okie first we bought fruits. THEN! we went home and I met his GRANDMA. Owh scary sheet. I met his Aunty too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"Cikol wa watashi no ichiban suki na oi desu. Hansamu da shi, totemo ii ko desu."&lt;/span&gt; x) It was nice to meet them. They're really nice people. I had dinner there and after, I was lying down and fell asleep till my mother came to get me haha. All in all it was a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We should grab time and keep it prisoner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-5937836304466568181?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5937836304466568181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5937836304466568181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5937836304466568181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5937836304466568181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/03/fruits-of-labour.html' title='Fruits of labour.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1864146914571493590</id><published>2010-02-19T12:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:00:35.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Sheets~ xD</title><content type='html'>I shall start off by saying, braces are dangerous! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Changing the subject, I saw him again yesterday but we didn't spend much time together because my mom wanted to pick me up asap so that we'd be home for American Idol haha. Our parents met for the first time. Well his parents met my mom. Not my dad yet. I guess the time will come. Sheet. I got so shy about them meeting. I was being a total spaz hiding behind my mother haha~ They talked about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; obviously. About how I'm in love with Japan and how I'm "hard-working" xD and about how he told them all about me. When we got into the car my mom said "he talks a lot about you to them, so why don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;" haha I was like =.='' but since she asked I talked about how much more hard-working he is compared to me, about his brothers, stuff like that. I want her to like him =) because he is a great guy. He may be selfish and a little boyish when he doesn't get what he wants but those are his cute points. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I don't know how but when I realised it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I had already fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1864146914571493590?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1864146914571493590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1864146914571493590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1864146914571493590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1864146914571493590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/02/bed-sheets-xd.html' title='Bed Sheets~ xD'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-7009946731325687409</id><published>2010-02-15T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:22:37.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine,</title><content type='html'>I didn't use to think this way but with you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; That I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And maybe two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; But there's so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; To figure out the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is true but I'm still in the middle of clarifying that for myself. In whatever case it may be, I'm grateful for your presence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough being mushy. Yesterday was Valentines day! So how was it for all the other couples out there? I hope everyone had a great time =) So now to my own Valentines day. It was a good day. I got to spend it with him so yeah. 1st real Valentine. It was like a fairytale. haha. I went over to his house. All we did was lie down, hang out and talk. His parents were really nice to me. I'm glad that they don't dislike me but his mom is giving me too much attention that it's scaring me a little, makes me nervous. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like I have to be this very well-mannered non boyish, girl.&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm. Well at least she likes me? hehe. I had tea with his parents and their friends then we went back to lazing around in his room and after awhile, he fell asleep. I was a bit shocked his parents didn't mind my being there but I'm glad they didn't cause I got to see him sleep! xD I was planning on waking him up at 7 but he woke up before I could do it and then he got a message, his mom asked him to take me out for dinner and send me home. She said she would pay. I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;????? O.O!&lt;/span&gt; It was a nice gesture anyway. As we were leaving for dinner his parents came out to talk to us and ask me about my family. I don't know much about them because the family is too big and I really wasn't brought up with the rest of my family so I couldn't help much in that area. I also found out that Basyi told his parents too many good things about me that were better sounding than I actually am. Now they have the hallucination that I'm a very smart and hard-working girl... which is a lie! x) Well they'll find out otherwise sooner or later lol. After nine we finally went to eat dinner, we ate at Larisata, a restaurant nearby, beside the mexican restaurant I ate at last time where I ended up dying because I found out I can't eat bell peppers. (Thanks mom for telling me about that AFTER it happened ^^'') Anyway! I ate Spaghetti Bolognese. Ah so typical but I haven't eaten it in a long time and I was somewhat craving so I ordered it la! Didn't finish it though. xP After dinner he brought me to meet his friend Ridzwan? I don't know if the spelling is correct so SORRY! He was a nice guy, funny. =) He reminded me of how much I love to watch peoples fingers move as they play the guitar or bass. I'd forgotten how that felt. Sad case. Then it came time for him to send me home. He didn't get lost! hehe Hooray~! He hung out with me at my house for awhile then it came time where he had to leave or more to I had to make him leave for his own sake. It really was a nice day. Getting to spend time with him like that. I'm happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I still miss you ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-7009946731325687409?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/7009946731325687409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=7009946731325687409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7009946731325687409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7009946731325687409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine,'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-126935857887015375</id><published>2010-02-13T12:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:27:41.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now.</title><content type='html'>Long time no see my dear Blog.  It's time you be updated! I shall start with a song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Barney song. #2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hate you. You hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Lets get together and kill Barney.&lt;br /&gt;With a big shot gun and Barney's on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;No more purple dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe hope you enjoyed that. Now time for updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since December too many things have happened for me to be bothered to write everything down, but I'll write as much as I can. So here goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st of Jan, It was a nice day but for it to be a nice day I paid for it on the 31st. I got injured a lot that day haha. First, I kicked my door panel and my toe started bleeding, Then my friend accidentally closed the car door on my fingers. Owh that was damn scary xD. Anyway, Basyi couldn't spend new years countdown with me so he called me 10 minutes before new years and we counted it down together =) It was very sweet of him. He couldn't spend new years night with me but he did spend new years day with me. It was me, him and Jimi! we tried to find a new skirt to replace my torn one but we couldn't find one, met Basyi's brothers friend who lived in Japan, Jimi and I met his parents and elder brother, the 3 of us went to watch a movie and drink coffee bean, then Jimi had to leave us for a movie date with his other friend Steve and Basyi took me to a lake near his house. We walked, I had to find the loo(nyeh) and then somehow or rather, Basyi confessed. Me being in my awe was shy to show my face so I hugged him to cover lol. It was a nice 1st day of the year. Hope the rest goes as well as the first did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day a lot of things have happened. Me &amp;amp; Basyi are what we are. Jimi and I are having some stuff to work out. Me n Lini are still the same. Wei-san had to go to a new class, =( Li Ee and Shih Kwang stopped IBT, Hari turned 19, There was a New Years Festival at JCKL where I was a volunteer and helped out with the stalls, Basyi turned 19, I failed my Japanese test for the 1st time, I cried a few times, I don't see eye to eye with my father, My class teachers changed again, I met a lot of new ppl, I got drunk for the 1st time, I found out I can't eat Mexican food, I fell in love. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;It's been interesting thus far. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well as for a more recent story. Let me tell you about last night. Yesterday was supposed to be our day but it was my grandma's birthday and I had to go to her dinner so our plans had to change. Instead of being with him the whole day, I had to leave him for a few hours and then he came to pick me up from the restaurant at 10. At 9pm he sent me a text message saying "don't worry about me" meaning don't worry about him getting lost on the way to the restaurant. So I called him to make sure he was fine. He told me he was on the way but in reality he was ALREADY out front! He lied. rawr. Then, at 10 he called saying he was out front already so I said bye to everyone and my dad walked me to his car. When we were in the car was when he decided to tell me that he was actually out there waiting for me for an hour. haihhh.. He was so cold waiting in the car. Although it was really very nice of him to be willing to do that, I'd rather him not. He may not care but I do. Anyway, we drove all the way to LCCT in about 1/2 an hour. SPEEDING! lol. We hung out with Meyresh till he finally had to leave for Australia. It was nice to see them together. They're really friendly people although it would've probably been easier for them to bond without my being there. Or so I think. (most likely I'll get scolded for saying this xD) Although he says he's okay, there's no way he's as okay as he makes it seem. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wish separation wasn't a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss you ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-126935857887015375?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/126935857887015375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=126935857887015375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/126935857887015375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/126935857887015375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2010/02/recent.html' title='Then and Now.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4442029775122671641</id><published>2009-12-22T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:16:24.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 DAYS TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4442029775122671641?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4442029775122671641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4442029775122671641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4442029775122671641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4442029775122671641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-days-to-christmas-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6428922577110723576</id><published>2009-12-17T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:28:42.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 18!</title><content type='html'>HEY! So again it's been awhile haha. Well, Yesterday was my brithday! It was hmm.. Not a very good day if it were just a normal day it could have been seen as a bad day but since it was my bday no matter what bullshit i encountered i was just happy =P I'm really thankful to the people who did wish me but those who i expected to wish me early and ended up wishing me late or simply forgetting to wish me......well those who wished late, u're forgiven but to those who haven't wished me yet.... =( I want to cry.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I still received wishes from ppl so it was nice =) but i forgot a very important part of me.. I forgot to wear the ring O.O of all the days. rawr! Sorry Basyi!&lt;br /&gt;I also joined the JCKL hippo club members after class today.. They sang me Happy Birthday and it was so unexpected that i was taken aback and because I was taken aback I was made fun of lol. xD Well i wasn't supposed to hear it i guess but I did so nyeh haha so'k me not minding it.. It was fun playing with the kids and the funny thing is...... my skirt tore..... O.O crazy sheet. haha! I don't even know how that happened .swt. Anyway, I was supposed to go back home at 6pm but no one called me and so i thought my parents weren't there yet but apparently my dad's worker was there since 6pm.. I ended up going home at almost 7 pm.. He waited in the car for almost an hour.. stupid thing is he didn't even bother to call.. he just expected me to come out.. thing is if i haven't come out in a long time.. you should at least call.. lol.. the reason I didn't go out was because I thought no one was there because no one called =.= ahh well.. Basyi walked me down and he gave me my bday present =) he made a mix CD. It has songs with singers who's voices remind him of my voice( squeaky) X_X or the songs that are related to us somehow.. anyway it's really sweet ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;To Basyi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;今までいつも&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149987; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;親切にしてくれてありがとうございました&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;。CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="match"&gt;は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;本当に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;良かった&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="match"&gt;と思いますよ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149985; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;聞く&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="match"&gt;とうれしくなりました&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149987; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;あ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="match"&gt;なた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="match"&gt;は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;いつも&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;私を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="match"&gt;いじめ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149987; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;ま&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="match"&gt;すが&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;、それ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="match"&gt;は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;私達の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;恋愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;関係だからです&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;。これからも4649&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;お願いしますね&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;。=P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;hearts; U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6428922577110723576?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6428922577110723576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6428922577110723576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6428922577110723576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6428922577110723576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/12/to.html' title='I&apos;m 18!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-117869031590446015</id><published>2009-12-04T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:46:01.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for some faith.</title><content type='html'>Hello there. Chotto hisashiburi deshita ne.. This week I missed two important birthdays. well I know I haven't been posting ANY birthdays in a very long time (it seems time has slipped from my hands) but these people are important! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So Happy Birthday to Chinen Yuuri &amp;amp; Yaotome Hikaru! May god bless you and have another awesome year ahead of you. My friends and I shall keep supporting you from within the shadows ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason as to why I didn't blog on the day itself was because my internet wasn't working.. I haven't been able to used the net in DAYS! rawr.. well I should stop using it on weekdays anyway hahaha ahhh well.. Sunday is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JLPT level 3!&lt;/span&gt; wahahaha..Damn thing has to be on a sunday gahhh~ ahh well.. after that I'm going the Concorde hotel near KLIA with Basyi n Jimi to help out with the homestay program to Japan! Apparently the same one I joined 2 years ago ^^ haha ahh if only i could go. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMN IT!&lt;/span&gt; ahh well.. I'm anticipating Sunday anyway =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on my studies will be getting harder.. and saturday and sundays won't be enough anymore.. haihhh.. lets all hope i survive all this and get where i want to be because frankly speaking.. me heart isn't holding much faith in myself right now. i feel like i'm going to fail myself. Well, let's hope that that won't be the problem. For my friends leaving for Japan in the coming year. I wish you all the best. I'm going to miss you and sorry, but I can't come along. =( Anyway, GOODLUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-117869031590446015?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/117869031590446015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=117869031590446015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/117869031590446015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/117869031590446015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/12/searching-for-some-faith.html' title='Searching for some faith.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6517604515555450401</id><published>2009-11-27T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:21:55.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatakanakya.</title><content type='html'>well hello there. I haven't written in a very long time huh. It's almost december. Well I've started my new semester in my new class. I really don't like the teachers and the students aren't getting along well. My class is as quiet as death everyday. It's such a bore. I miss my old classmates and teachers so much. I still have Li Ee and Lini but Sya's missing, so I don't have my rival in class with me but heh I'm slowly getting stupid anyway and li ee's getting a lot better compared to me haha so I gotta get my head into it too. Okay so the students in my class are finally starting to let loose a little but we still have awhile b4 the class will get into a state where it won't be like entering death every other day haha. Patience is a virtue. Well I have to survive in this class another 3 months then we'll be separated again. I have to do my best from now so I can get into the same class as Li ee and Sya. I don't want to be in the bottom half. If I do, I'll be a disgrace to myself and my friends. Other than that I have Maths to fight with again. This time is a lot harder compared all the other years but well can't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;アミラ&lt;span class="match"&gt;ファイト!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6517604515555450401?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6517604515555450401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6517604515555450401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6517604515555450401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6517604515555450401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/11/tatakanakya.html' title='Tatakanakya.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5645940993093142859</id><published>2009-10-24T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:57:46.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening?</title><content type='html'>Haha. SO, I didn't keep to the thing where I said I wouldn't come online. Really didn't wanna come online but from feeling okay i started feeling shitty all over again so I really couldn't stand it. If i sit in a room without anything distracting me I'll start thinking about things that i really don't want to and it just hurts so this was my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I shall tell you about my week starting from Monday. On Monday I sent him 'H' a message. I said I was done waiting for him. All i get is disappointment so i was going to move on. He got the message and that night he immediately came to my house. He came here with tears because there was a death in his family and I didn't know. When I found out, I couldn't believe I sent him that message and when he was here I couldn't do anything. He was so far away. All I could do was watch him hurt as my heart slowly ate itself up. The pain was harsh. After telling me what happened he immediately left. He wasn't thinking straight nor was he walking straight enough to drive a car but he didn't listen to me and sped off. That's when the water works started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday was different. I was in school not feeling all that good but managing to keep myself together. It was during drama period with Muranaka sensei. I was sitting at my place while the others were taking turns and trying to make sure that I remembered my lines by repeating it with them. Then, I decided to check my phone and I received a message from 'H' I read it and my heart fell to the floor. I tried to ignore it as much as i could and continued with my lines. I was doing fine. I remembered fine but then my name was called and it was my turn. When I went in front everything I had memorised flew away in that very moment and I couldn't think anymore. All I could think was "You're not going to cry here now!" but then my teacher said "have you remembered your lines?" and my friend said "you miss 'H' too much already" and that hit me as hard a ton of bricks falling from the sky and before I knew it the tears came and I was out of the class. My friend pushed me out as I started to cry. I left everyone in a shock. Especially the guy who was my drama partner. Sorry KIM! n Masako you didn't mean to do anything. =) Everything's all in the past now anyway. At the end of this day I was also confessed to but sadly I really can't accept anyone in my heart right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Nothing emotional happened today but we found a new Mickey Mouse and it was a hellofalot of fun making fun of him. Had a good day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a very weird day. lol. We had Essay writing class but the last essay we completed was the last essay for us this semester. So instead of writing a new essay for this one last class our teacher made all of us give a 2 minute speech which was nerve wrecking to all of us. Everyone was stuttering and had no idea what in the world to say because it was a spur of the moment speech. Then when Li ee made her speech about kyouikugaku someone was doing their homework and Tateyama sensei saw and she took it away from that person. She got so upset that she took the homework and tore it up in front of everyone while saying "ahhh zannen desu" and she started crying then she gave us this talk about how we're always doing homework during class and how we never pay attention but she thought we would listen when she gave us this speech thing because it's our friends talking and we always listen to our friends. Her crying made half the class (mainly girls) cry. Then she started pulling names out to continue the speech thing. She called Ruben but he was too upset he couldn't do it then she called Lyn and she, for i dunno what reason was crying so bad and she started to apologise to sensei and then she made sensei cry again and then she (lyn) went out of class. Then teacher pulled out another name. I was hoping to god it wouldn't be me since such an emotional thing just happened, I didn't wanna have to handle the burden but HEH! It was me she called. I gave my speech and I almost cried as well. It was supposed to be a 2 minute speech but I kept talking and talking and when i finally stopped Muranaka sensei said "that was about 4 minutes" I was like O.O SENSEI!!!! omg. She never even told me 2 mins was up. GAH well that was thursday. Crying day lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Friday, during recess as we were headed to Midvalley, Me, Jimi &amp;amp; Basyi. My shoe rosak. I couldn't walk in it anymore so I walked barefooted to Midvalley while carrying my shoes. Jimi and Basyi were supposed to help me find shoes so we walked around looking but we couldn't think cause we were hungry so we went to to eat first xD After eating we went to Jusco and finally found a pair of shoes. They're so pretty and Basyi picked them out for me lol he has good taste actually lol and he was nice enough to help me pay for them first since I didn't have money at the time so shall have to pay him back Monday. Well during this whole time in Mid with them I was the subject to be bullied. They made so many names, took pictures of me walking barefooted, made my hair as if it were a fire place, and etc etc etc. Gah this was all so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why this week was a seriously weird week. &amp;amp; to all of you who I made worry Hontouni Gomenasai, Especially Muranaka sensei &amp;amp; Kim. Gomen ne. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Ippo Zutsu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-5645940993093142859?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5645940993093142859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5645940993093142859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5645940993093142859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5645940993093142859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Happening?'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2285935900428901653</id><published>2009-10-18T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:01:58.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return.</title><content type='html'>Just to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watashi wa mukashi no watashi ni modorimasu. I'm going back to the old me.. dakara.. therefore.. I'm not going to be onlining on weekdays. I have a lot of preparations and catching up to do with my work.. seriously a mountain. will come on on weekends i guess. Will miss you fauza! xD haha. text me if anything. You too syaza! I know you'll text me so yeah xD haha! I LOVE YOU GUYS. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope i keep to what I've just written here. Anyway gtg now. bye2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2285935900428901653?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2285935900428901653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2285935900428901653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2285935900428901653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2285935900428901653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/10/return.html' title='Return.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-8174824139217190655</id><published>2009-10-14T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:56:23.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obaasan Jyanai!</title><content type='html'>Well hello there! I finally have something nice to talk about. I'm also working on not being such a sour puss. Trying to get back to the normal me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday was my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(japanese)&lt;/span&gt; okaasan's birthday so as I normally do, these past two years, I called her to wish her. I didn't know what to say to her much so after awhile she passed the phone to...jeng jeng jeng.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YUUKI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whee~ xD Hahaha hence the happiness. =P We talked a lot! lots lots about all kinds of things. I told him about what was currently happening in my life and he finally showed interest in my life =) haha okie to a point where I'm happy. He kept making fun of me though&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(big surprise there =.='')&lt;/span&gt; and aww he does care about me but maybe i have totally screwed myself. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I promised to eat &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VEGETABLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O.O damn. Ah well shouganai ne. Tabenakya! He's so sweet. He's still very sweet even now =) Hence why I love him so much haha! We talked for over an hour then okaasan asked to pass the phone back to her because Yuuki was up passed his bedtime lol. Then when I was talking to my okaasan &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(finally had lots to say)&lt;/span&gt; the phone line cut. X_X! rawr! Ah well. I sent her a message but I have no idea whether she received it or not. Gah! Owh yeah! I asked Yuuki for his number and he said he was thinking the exact same thing =D &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;so very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Now I have Yuuki's number hehe but I have to figure out how to send messages to Japan. I need the area code. Ahhhh mendou mendou.. maa ii ya! At least I have the number deshou? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very high in school today. Didn't know why till i remembered Yuuki and went OWH! Now I Get It! xD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Take a step at a time- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-8174824139217190655?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/8174824139217190655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=8174824139217190655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8174824139217190655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8174824139217190655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/10/obaasan-jyanai.html' title='Obaasan Jyanai!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3308701336763131585</id><published>2009-10-11T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:11:20.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilers.</title><content type='html'>To those of you who like to spoil things for other people (i.e. a book, a movie, a series, etc) could you just keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SPOILERS. I also hate people WHO SPOIL IT FOR YOU. I mean seriously, you watch or read or wtv to find out on YOUR OWN, you don't need anyone else butting in and giving you the details of the thing before you've found out! I mean seriously what's the point if you already know? Then when you're doing whatever you're doing, you already know what's happening and it takes the thrill out of everything! because you'll only be anticipating what you already know that you can't enjoy it! Seriously so can't you people who enjoy spoiling it for other people just keep quiet. If you want us to, we'll spoil it for you but for our cases just keep quiet.  If we don't ask, don't tell. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-3308701336763131585?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3308701336763131585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3308701336763131585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3308701336763131585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3308701336763131585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/10/spoilers.html' title='Spoilers.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6723433936883467689</id><published>2009-10-08T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:20:19.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay It's time to get your head straight and back on the right path! You have no time to simply go around the way you are. You have to get back your resolve, if you don't you'll never be able to reach what you want and you'll never be able to get to where you wanna be! You can't keep feeling down and taking your own sweet time to recover. This is important! This is you future! Take the initiative! Move forward! Make yourself useful! GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6723433936883467689?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6723433936883467689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6723433936883467689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6723433936883467689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6723433936883467689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/10/self.html' title='Self.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-8990023292017524175</id><published>2009-09-30T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:18:15.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You Who Won't Read This.</title><content type='html'>Hye there. Just here to let you know that my heart has been torn, stepped on and set ablaze. I never knew this would happen. Never expected it to. Never expected you to be this way. Even so, I don't hate you. I have no power to hate you. I don't even want to but I do know I need to be free from you because in the end we're the ones getting hurt. If we're meant to be someday we'll return to this point in time but right now we need to live apart. I miss you. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this feeling of mine that I've just written here you'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-8990023292017524175?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/8990023292017524175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=8990023292017524175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8990023292017524175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8990023292017524175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-you-who-wont-read-this.html' title='For You Who Won&apos;t Read This.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1451977834450507568</id><published>2009-09-27T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:49:42.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah.</title><content type='html'>Well I guess this will be my last day to post in awhile since college starts 2moro. I haven't finished my homework. Apparently I still have a lot. I have no idea what I was thinking but even now I still just feel like leaving it in a corner and just taking a break. I think I may have started going crazy or my old habits from high school are coming back. Whichever it is I need to snap out of it. This month is crucial. I have exams in November. Gosh What am I thinking! gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic. Sometimes I don't know... Okay, scratch that. I NEVER know what he's thinking. I don't know whether he's happy enough with me or I'm just not enough for him. I don't know what he wants from me. I doubt he trusts me. What in the world are we doing if we don't have trust in this? He compares me to others. I don't mind but he compares me to others and picks the others over me. It might be a joke I guess, doesn't change the fact that it hurts. More than that, he also brings up things that don't have to be. He'll start making himself feel bad and like I'm going to leave him by comparing himself to others. By making it look like I would rather go to other people than stay with him. He has no faith in me. Then he'd say I'm pushing him away. I think it's the other way around here. Maybe it's because I'm his first so that's the reason why he's being like this but I don't know how long I can take being pounded on, feeling like the bad guy, feeling like I have to change myself for him because the me now just isn't enough, but changing myself isn't the answer here. What I have to do is force some sense into him. Although it will be hard because even when I try to talk to him most of the time he doesn't understand. Lack of life experiences? Maybe. Whatever it is I need to try but I'm scared because in the end somehow everything turns back to me and once again I'm the bad one.  Sometimes I wish I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1451977834450507568?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1451977834450507568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1451977834450507568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1451977834450507568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1451977834450507568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/09/gah.html' title='Gah.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3735385432695938029</id><published>2009-09-24T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:11:00.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know what? Last night I had a dream about vampires. I was human of course but for some reason I was special? Like Cross Yuuki for Vampire Knight. No matter how many times she got bitten by Zero she never turned into a vampire herself. Yeah so I was like that too. The vampires were my friends? I'm not too clear but one wanted to bite me.. She asked for permission I let her. In my dream I was asleep in the exact same position I was sleeping in real life.. Well she came down and bit me by my shoulders and I could feel the pain.. Then I woke up and when I woke up I felt the exact same pain at the exact same spot where I was bitten. It was a very weird start to my day /swt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I'm supposed to be doing my homework today but I really really don't want to! GAH! I'm so worn out from all of this. I wonder how long I can still last. Haha. I'll do it later.. at night. I hope... Time's running out O.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Btw Happy Introduction Anniversarry Hey! Say! JUMP. 2 years now. Kore kara mo ouensuru yo! ganbatte ne ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-3735385432695938029?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3735385432695938029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3735385432695938029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3735385432695938029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3735385432695938029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/09/painful-dream.html' title='Painful Dream?'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5323848342419169131</id><published>2009-09-23T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T03:02:15.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;gokigenyo!&lt;/span&gt; hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atashi no raya wa doudeshita ka? 1st day was taihen yokatta yo! it was a very nice day.. haha okay it always somehow or rather ends up boring but it's still a nice day filled with nice memories. Plus, this year &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;everyone was so fascinated by my hair&lt;/span&gt; it was so funny. So the colour changed.. not all that drastic though.. it didn't end up blonde as i was planning it to be.. ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 5 houses on the 1st day. More than usual. Usually either 2 or 3 only. Went to dad's side grandparents then to his ex girfriends house.. weird yes i know.. then to my mom's side.. then to syaza's then to uncle jojo's haha how can we miss that last house. It's our source of duit raya! lol. evil yes but heh.. I had a lot of fun with my cousins but as usual at graddaddy's Minzy was missing during the day.. she went at night when i wasn't there. Gah.. At Buk's house was funny when we wanted to go to Syaza's, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mack bangang&lt;/span&gt;.. he said i was going to drive the car cause we were gonna use his mom's car n his mom won't let him drive cause he failed his test.. my license pon belum dpt.. dah pass tapi xde license u mau i buat ape laaaaa. xD in the end Aida drove so wheee. Haha taihen ureshikatta I got to see him that day itself demo i think i was too colourful? or too red lmao! but happy.. Sya and i we keep exchanging a paper bag.. i'll give it back to her then vice versa haha it's the bag we use when i lend CDs to her so yeah.. I went gila with Fauza kejap.. and that girl ahhhh.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;she wouldn't stop looking at my hair!&lt;/span&gt; =.= nyeh... ah well.. Malam when we went to Uncle Jojo's house it was as usual a big thing.. and he now has his own hard rock cafe in his home plus his office in the house looks like the white house.. as in literally.. he made his house the exact replica of parts of the white house and he built a hard rock cafe in his house with pictures of him and all the artist he met in his life.. well he is the owner of hard rock KL.. nyehh ahh well.. This is what ppl with lotsa money do when they dunno what else to do with their money.. use it on things u don't exactly need haha. It would be nice to live so carefreely though. nyeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday I went to Seremban to see Uncle Shen. He wasn't in Seri Menanti.. He went back to Seremban so yeah.. It was funny.. Being all intimidated in front of him then when us cousins sat at a different table we all jadi gila haha.. makan byk gila smpi kuih in the jar nak habis xD then when we were eating proper food we even planned on taking souvenirs.. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me the tissue, My brother the fork and spoon, Nana the top plate and Baz the botton plate..&lt;/span&gt; why are these things at all valuable? well because they have the royal enblem on them haha.. funny sheet.. haha esp baz being the blur one he is xD then malam went to Dira's house.. It was okay.. had some laughs.. saw Ely in a very long time! Missed her. Met new ppl.. and ate good food.. went back at 10.30 then went to my dad's friend's house in BU.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OMG they have an extremely cute kitten!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW I WANT A KITTEN! GAHHH!! PAAAAA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koko de owari. jya ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-5323848342419169131?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5323848342419169131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5323848342419169131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5323848342419169131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5323848342419169131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-09.html' title='Raya 09'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3666166048002845837</id><published>2009-09-18T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:48:33.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things.</title><content type='html'>Hello there! ohisashiburi deshou? =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally on holiday again! Okay I could have posted on the weekends but somehow my time always just went missing.. just like that. *snaps fingers* i would constantly go crazy thinking omg where has my time gone.. but seriously i dunno where it goes.. i barely get to do anything then time's up, it's Monday. wahseii.. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway time to talk. I have excellent news! I've passed my driving test! I'll be getting my 'P' license soon! Owh so very soon i'll be able to drive myself =) but i don't wanna drive my father in my car. Hmph. My love life is currently okay. I have no idea why but today I'm just so happy thinking about him lol. I can't help smiling but actually we hvnt spoken the whole day. Gah. That, I'm not so happy about but for some weird reason I'm smiling thinking about him. haha. Maybe it's cause I'm in such a good mood with my holiday being here and everything hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya's the day after 2moro! omgosh it's so fast! Owh and my Baju Kebaya is already ready and it's effing awesome! I love it! It's red. Lol. Reminds me of the movie I watched in form 3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; kebaya&lt;/span&gt;. Lmao. I miss Mayven right now. Ah well.. 2moro I'm gonna colour my hair for raya.. Wheeee~ Can't wait. Hehe.. what colour? u'll find out sooner or later la k? haha. 2moro's gonna be fun =) or so i hope xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On not so happy news....... YamaP has a.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND?????!!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her name is Seira Kagami. 1/2 Canadian 1/2 Japanese. I'm now stalking her.. Noooooooo my YamaP =( gahhh owh well.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I WISH YOU HAPPINESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I STILL LOVE YOU YAMAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well that's all for now. I can't make a special post for my Yu-chan yet cause all my pictures of him are in the old pc. Until those pics are transferred into this pc I'm at a loss. Sorry Yu-chan! Well then, Bye!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-3666166048002845837?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3666166048002845837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3666166048002845837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3666166048002845837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3666166048002845837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/09/things.html' title='Things.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5087072545421049626</id><published>2009-08-31T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:28:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August's End.</title><content type='html'>It's already the end of August. Every week I've been wanting to post and talk about so much but every week time seems to slip away from me. Now I have things to say a lot of them but I can't because I'm in the middle of finishing up the homework I didn't have time to finish this weekend. Sigh. Seriously, where has all my time gone? I would really like to know. I even wanted to make a special post dedicated to Nakajima Yuto meant for his birthday but now even August is over. I'm way way late but somehow sometime I will make an extremely long post dedicated to him. Yakusoku shimasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Well here are the stats of my life.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Fine but it's like a roller coaster ride. We go uuuppp then doowwnn.. nyeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Schoolwork has diminished in amount for now because we're not having everyday kanji classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to see them. I don't know how they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;License:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;On pause. My test is set for the 9th of Sept. Not too long from now. Lets all hope for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I guess that's all for now.. Gotta get back to the homework. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Merdeka and Selamat Berpuasa everybody. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-Where has the time gone?-&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/2604688509941235727-5087072545421049626?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5087072545421049626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5087072545421049626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5087072545421049626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5087072545421049626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/08/augusts-end.html' title='August&apos;s End.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1987451001668849904</id><published>2009-08-10T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:00:01.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You-toe! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I don't have the time or resources right now to make this even half as long as I would like it to be but as for now all I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUU-CHAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AISHITERU WA YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 16th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Nakajima Yuto-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1987451001668849904?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1987451001668849904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1987451001668849904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1987451001668849904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1987451001668849904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-toe-3.html' title='You-toe! &lt;3'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2304432621029363821</id><published>2009-07-27T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:29:27.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsubasa.</title><content type='html'>WHEEE~~ My parents are finally home! I've been so excited the whole day cause they were coming back today. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;For those of you who didn't know&lt;/span&gt;, my parents have been in UK since the 9th of July until they came back today. You do the math laa.. Anyway, they bought a ton a of stuff for my brother and I. Seriously! a whole bunch of stuff and that's not even all of it yet. They had to leave some stuff behind cause they're luggage passed the weight limit so their friends will be mailing the rest of it to us soon I guess. So you can just imagine. Owh well! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm just glad they're back ^^ wheee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I was watching a dorama today. I've only watched the 1st CD so far but it's so funny! I love TEPPEI! He is so damn cuuuuttteeee!! As far as I've watched the dorama, It's really interesting! ^^ Glad I bought it. After watching the dorama I sat by the computer singing my heart out cause it was just SO MUCH FUN! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SINGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I called my driving centre to schedule my driving lessons. All within this week. These 3 days to be exact. 1st class is 2moro, way way early in the morning. 7.30~10.30. On Wednesday it's 10.00~1.00 and on Thursday it's 10.00~12.00. Woohooo~~ After that I can sit for my driving test. I hope it all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanuki also made me very happy today! This roller coaster ride just got a lot more interesting. I may come out of it fine xD Well, so I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;-Soba ni iru yo-&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/2604688509941235727-2304432621029363821?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2304432621029363821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2304432621029363821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2304432621029363821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2304432621029363821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/07/tsubasa.html' title='Tsubasa.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2558655599771824258</id><published>2009-07-26T21:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:37:00.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning.</title><content type='html'>Konbanwa! Ima wa atashi no isshuukan no yasumi desu! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Taihen ii desu! Yasumitakatta.. Ima yasunde imasu! Waii~~  *celebrates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a one week holiday! Woohoo! needed the break so desperately! ahh but then even though we are on a break they gave us a TON of homework to do so nyeh! Might as well not give us the break yes? but wtv I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have had an awesome 3 days =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Friday was awesome bcuz i got to spend A LOT of time with him and it was just fun bcuz everyone was so looking forward to holidays that everyone was a little more crazy than usual. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ii desu ne!&lt;/span&gt; We went to eat sushi at Sushi King on Friday's break but then it was not good.. no no.. bad bad food.. rawr not happy! but it was still fun.. Tanuki went crazy with the waitress then we had some money issues.. it was bad food but heck it was so expensive! sheeshh! Mazukute takakatta! Ahh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;On Saturday, yesterday, Syaza came to my house randomly then we went to see Liyana in Desa which was also very random.. then we went to Sungei Wang and I bought two shirts.. also random and then we went to Jaya Jusco to buy sushi for dinner and chestnuts for Alissa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(sick)&lt;/span&gt;. I was very happy with the sushi! Cheap and nice ^^ Yasukute oishikatta! hehe we ate at home and then waited for Alissa to get home from visiting the hospital and while waiting, Liyana came to Syaza's house and when Alissa got home&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; (at 11.30 when she said around 10.00)&lt;/span&gt; we went to visit her.. Which was also random. I told her about me and tanuki. I needed to.. Of course I was made fun off but heh.. I love them anyways so wtv la.. After we spent an hour with Alissa we went home.. B4 we saw Alissa though I WAS BORED AS HELL... RAWR~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Owh. Did I tell you yesterday was very random?? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Today was also a somewhat good day.. Tanuki sent me home from Syaza's.. He was supposed to come here and do work but apparently that didn't end up happening.. He wanted to sleep but we ended up just hanging out together till he had to go home at 7.. I'm happy but now my head's spinning. A roller coaster ride, half you enjoy the other half u're all wtf? LOL.. We'll see how it goes. I'm just waiting.. Kore kara mo matte imasu. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't want to put anymore pressure into his life than he already has.. He's somewhat fragile and I need to take care of him as carefully as I can. I can't be too selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all you need to know.. Okay maybe a little more than you needed to know but what the heck. I need to do homework but I'M LAZY! damn it. rawr! ato de ato de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWH! I have some pictures of the hiking trip to upload but computer's being a bitch right now so I shall do it later on. =) That's all for now. Jya ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;-Life is a roller coaster just gotta ride it-&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/2604688509941235727-2558655599771824258?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2558655599771824258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2558655599771824258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2558655599771824258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2558655599771824258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/07/spinning.html' title='Spinning.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3625990562477510102</id><published>2009-07-19T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:26:38.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mihun Goreng.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA July has already passed it's half month mark. My last post was more or less a month ago! xD Psycho shit huh. Every week I wanted t0 write but things came up that kept me from doing so. Owh well I guess I shall fill you all in now? Hmm okay. Lets see..... a few weeks ago someone I liked said that he liked me and so it all began.. Hahaha but NO it's not Karai.. Moving on. On the 7th of July we had "ensoku" = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;hiking trip&lt;/span&gt; to FRIM and I spent my day with that guy. Owh but on that day I found out that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; karai found out I had a crush on him&lt;/span&gt; because when I arrived in college for hiking.. his friend came out of class and shouted to me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"*insert name* is in here!"&lt;/span&gt; I ain't typing his name here.. go die lehh.. haha! I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"HUUHHHHH??!!!"&lt;/span&gt; O.O damn. So I was all crazy the whole day. How could I not have been crazy la.. I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; saw him THE WHOLE DAY! He was in the same bus as I was.. whenever we lined up his class was next to mine. I just wished someone could have killed me then.&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. Anyway enough about crazy karai moments. When we were in FRIM as we were going up the hill.. Well I'm not a healthy person. I have so many health complications so I had difficulty going up and then I just couldn't go any longer so I had to stop.. I was so sorry for making him worry. Okay we shall call him Tanuki. Yeah Tanuki was just there feeling helpless while I was struggling to go up hill LOL. When I stopped, Nishio sensei stayed with me and he did too. He was so sweet. Basically he kept an eye on me the whole day. It was a good day. I don't care much to explain everything else. Owh he sent me home that day. Just cause he wanted to ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we had exams. Like major exams not the test we have everyday but a big exam. Tanuki came over to my house everyday from Sunday to Wednesday last week just to study together. He sent me home those days =) It was nice to have him around but I was getting a little restless. No alone time you know.. So when he didn't come on Thursday I was a little relieved. Haha. Exams ended ok. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm pretty sure I have to re-do my maths test considering I only finished about half the paper b4 time ran out.. about only.. It was less than half and passing mark is 50 LOL like wtf. I definitly won't get enough marks to pass.. nyeh! Onomoto Senseiii.. doyoubi ni aimashou! xD hahaha! Owh well screw exams. &lt;/span&gt;After exams ended we went to karaoke at red box in gardens. It was a shit load of fun! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exams I was looking forward to going to the bon odori festival which was yesterday. To relieve the stress of it all you know but haha god hates us. We got lost trying to find our way there and we got there at 9.. when we went in.. everything &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JUST ended&lt;/span&gt; because when we got there, they announced it ending HAHAHA. I want to cry but wtf ah who cares. There's next year. This year my birthday party will be japanese themed again just so that I can wear my Yukata again and utilize it this time xD Ahh but I saw Ben last night. It was nice seeing him. I miss him.. hahah! I also saw Masako, Abby, Wai Yee and Kim-san ^^ I wish I could've spent time with them though and I wish I could've seen my teachers wearing Yukatas! rawr owh well.. NEXT YEAR. We already know where it is so yeah! Need to buy a new Yukata though LOL! Here are some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SmLXdmrMzuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/wX12d2P854Y/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SmLXdmrMzuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/wX12d2P854Y/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360083410122231522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SmLXdc0XaAI/AAAAAAAAAxo/utZ67pq5VRM/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SmLXdc0XaAI/AAAAAAAAAxo/utZ67pq5VRM/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360083407476320258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SmLXduf3K_I/AAAAAAAAAx4/8Lx9Od4cu50/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SmLXduf3K_I/AAAAAAAAAx4/8Lx9Od4cu50/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360083412222159858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically spent my whole weekend with Syaza, Fauza and Dhania. Had a ton of fun although parts of it were annoying. I'm tired as hell but I'm okay. As for the birthdays I've missed so far. Minna gomen ne. I'm not gonna do anything about it because I just couldn't be bothered anymore hahaha sumimasen!!! So until here for now. I'll come back as often as possible (probably not that often xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Owh yeah! before I forget. For my Lesson 6~10 and Lesson 11~14, I got 100% on my test! ^^ not 99% LOL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Other than that F*CK GOOGLE MAP! woohooo~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;-Hanging on by a thread. Wishing you to pull me up before I break-&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/2604688509941235727-3625990562477510102?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3625990562477510102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3625990562477510102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3625990562477510102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3625990562477510102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/07/mihun-goreng.html' title='Mihun Goreng.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SmLXdmrMzuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/wX12d2P854Y/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4219242568985742414</id><published>2009-06-13T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:02:22.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap.</title><content type='html'>Hello again! Omgoshhh.. I haven't been here in ages. I would have a ton to talk about, which i do actually but we'll see what I actually end up writing in here xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well during my holidays I did a bunch of stuff which I don't feel like talking about anymore. Well because it was kinda ages ago but then I did go to PD (=.=) to celebrate my dad's birthday. Syaza bailed last minute LOL. It was OK la. I also baked cookies which everyone loved so I'm happy! but they also want me to bake for them for Raya and Chinese New Year and stuff like that but nyeh I don't have time la! Watashi wa itsumo isogashii desu kara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. This whole week I've been so swamped. I didn't come online at all for a week(?!) I only came online last night. Everyone wondered where I went. Well this is where I went. We had so much homework everyday and then I had to practice my Kanji.. well be cause I'm a malay and the rest of my classmates are mostly chinese and since they already know chinese characters they don't really have much of a problem. They don't have to rewrite the thing over and over again, they only have to remember the pronounciation in japanese but it basically means the same as chinese. I on the other hand have to rewrite it over and over again to memorise it. My hand has been in immense pain this whole week. I go to college, I come back and all I do is homework and kanji practice then I sleep. Other than Kanji and Japanese.. I also tried doing Maths cause I had a maths test yesterday. I'm so gonna fail that by the way. I tried so hard to think but nothiing came out. I'm usually good in maths. I have no idea what's wrong with me now. Sigh. Matta mou ichido no tesuto ka na.. tabun aru deshou.. haha! owh well but yesterday was a very bad day but also a funny day.. this was what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Azim: Roxanne-san wa tottemo oishii desu! (Roxanne is very delicious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Roxanne: *shocked! grabs the jacket she's wearing and covers her chest as if she had just been molested*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*whole class starts laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Azim: *realises his stupidity and starts laughing and apologising*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh by the way, I wore a baju kurung to College yesterday. Minna shock! xD Other than that.. Here are the birthdays I miss this week! Park Yoochun from Tohoshinki, My Mom and also my parents anniversary. Happy Birthday and Happy Anniversarry! As for today I went out with ben alone initially but after our movie (Blood The Last Vampire = Shit). We met up with Kumaresh with Farah and her gang for her farewell outing and we ended up joining them. I felt bad for intruding but it was nice. Watched a second movie with them (Drag Me To Hell = More Shit!). Dee screamed in the movie. She shocked the hell out of me.. LOL interesting choice of words there xD. After the movie I had to go home so yeah followed my brother home. Now It's time for dinner so Jya ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;P.S. Happy "Birthday" Farah! xDxD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;P.P.S. I MISS YUTO! My love is only a dim glow. I need to see you! Nyeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;P.P.P.S. Takahata Misaki Where are you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4219242568985742414?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4219242568985742414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4219242568985742414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4219242568985742414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4219242568985742414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/06/recap.html' title='Recap.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1988944651240377369</id><published>2009-05-29T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:01:49.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envie Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm at Syaza's house right now.. Muahahah! Today was the last day of college for a week.. I'm on we"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I wrote yesterday when I tried to post something yesterday when I was at Sya's house but then her computer died on me.. So it just stopped there.. Now is the 30th of May, 9:34pm. Hahaha. Screw that! As I was trying to say, yesterday was my last day for a week. I'm on a one week holiday &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(not very long but acceptable)&lt;/span&gt;. The few days before our break I went from being so so so so so so so very happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;(seeing karai senpai a lot)&lt;/span&gt; to being so ugh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;(didn't see him at all)&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday, I didn't see him at all! Damn gah! I don't even know whether he was in college. NYEH! Moving on. Yesterday Harris gave me ride from college to Syaza's house. I expected it to be awkward as hell and damn quiet in the car considering he's always so quiet and so shy in class but then we spoke all the way. I don't exactly know about what.. it skipped topic to topic so yeah but it was a nice car ride. I found out a lot about someone who's existance has been known to me for 11 years but have never spoken to lol! He was conflicted about how he didn't know I existed in the 11 years I was around. Mecha LOL! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I shall invite my classmates (those around) out one of these days. If I'm rajin enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto another story, last night was Adrien's birthday party at Envie in Changkat. They were an hour late ok! More than an hour late so our table was given away...swt. It started out really weird. I felt so weird.. anyway.. then so we waited for awhile la for our table and bla bla bla when we got our table.. the first thing we did was open bottle lol. I drank 1 1/2 glasses of something called 42 below and I gila already. Damn sad okay! alcohol tolerance damn sad. After that I started talking to everyone. Haha. Considering I'm so quiet around people I don't normally speak to.. this was very shocking. I was thinking straight.. but the stuff that came out of my mouth wasn't what would normally come out of my mouth because usually nothing would come out.. I'd sit there like a pathetic loser all quiet and out of place so whatever la. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I was high so I was having fun talking to people.&lt;/span&gt; Then I went dancing and stuff.. Then at 3am went home.. When we got outside the club it started pouring rain, damn annoying.. haha what an end. As for today I woke up in pain.. and I just hung out with Sya till she sent me home.. She got lost and started freaking out. She was sure of the way and I wasn't sure where she was going so I asked her and my voice came out in the way where it sounded like I was I was really petrified. Which I was, of where we were headed and she started screaming at me for freaking her out.. Then she said this is the right way la kan! So I trusted her.. then she said this is the NKVE la kan.. and I went O.O! because.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; it wasn't. We were way way off course.. We were headed to Ipoh like Omg.. LOL thank god there was an exit to Shah Alam.. So then we followed the signs and I got home safely.. Yeayyy.. HAhaha. That's all from me. Bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I WANT TO SEE KARAI SENPAI! rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1988944651240377369?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1988944651240377369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1988944651240377369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1988944651240377369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1988944651240377369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/envie-me.html' title='Envie Me.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1541474754458039751</id><published>2009-05-25T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:45:46.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than One.</title><content type='html'>Wheee~~ Today was a very very good day for me.. xD I saw him so many times.. SO many glimpses! Usually I only get to see him once.. One glimpse then nothing but today I kept seeing him.. He was wearing a black and white striped collared shirt with jeans.. So simple but owh so nice xD I love his sense of style. He doesn't wear baggy stuff. He wears what fits him ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw him like 6 times? Maybe more! haha =P I'm so lame. Whatever Amira! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days and couting till holiday starts.. Homework is piling up. I dunno what's gonna happen to my maths swt. I hope there's no surprise maths test. I'd fail in an instant.. and have to do a mou ichido test. %#@&amp;amp; no.. We learnt 10 more kanji's today so now I know approximately 23 kanji's.. Our homework is crazy.. Since we'll be having Kanji test everyday.. the words from the Kanji's Tests (2 tests per day, reading and writing). the words from the two test... we have to re-write all the words.. re-write it 5 times over.. with hiragana meaning on top swt. that's our homework everyday.. Today itself we had 20 sentences to re-write 5 times over.. So 100 times. Damn crazy okay. Tomorrow we'll be learning more kanji and having more tests.. and then there's also maths class 2moro first period. GAH! Whatever it is.. today was a happy day for me I was hyper and dancing because I saw Karai! xD I really wish I would say hi to him. Make it a resolve! I have to say "Ohayou gozaimasu/Konnichiwa" to him one of these days (not immediately xD). As soon as I get the guts to do it lol! Well gonna go to bed now..  owh by the way there's a new student in my class.. his name is Ashikaru (in japanese pronounciation). His real name is Ashkal? I dunno.. something la..  owh well.. Oyasumi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-They try to kill us by burying us in Homework-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1541474754458039751?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1541474754458039751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1541474754458039751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1541474754458039751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1541474754458039751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-than-one.html' title='More Than One.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2885583214044477447</id><published>2009-05-24T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:58:10.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless.</title><content type='html'>01 Who was your last text from ?&lt;br /&gt;* I don't remember.. Syaza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;*at the purikura shop in the curve. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;*what relationship? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;*they move away...swt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;*neutral ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;*1 older brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 Whats your brother(s) or sister(s) name?&lt;br /&gt;*Why should I tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;*In front of Yuto.. In Japan! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;*All sides of me haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;*yes. swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Something you do a lot&lt;br /&gt;*breathe..blink.. stuff like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Angry at anyone&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha no.. should I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;*because I don't know him.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;*I don't remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;*parents kot lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 What you think about when you are feeling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;*think of yuto, yuuki or karai senpai.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Who was the last person you talked to on the phone&lt;br /&gt;*Hari, right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 What is your favourite song?&lt;br /&gt;*Hey! Say! 7 - BONBON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;*doing this and talking to hari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Who do you trust right now?&lt;br /&gt;*My friends.. duhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;*from my cousin when she was cleaning out her closet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;*nopeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Who is your friend that lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;*uhhh no one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Describe your life in a word&lt;br /&gt;*Uncomplicated.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;*Karai Senpai! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;*studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;*Hey! Say! JUMP - Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Who was the last person you gave a hug?&lt;br /&gt;*Nadhirah! the small one. She came to college with Dayang ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;*I don't know.. nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;*Hahaha I get all worked up then I run away.. pathetic..I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 What is your natural hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;*Dark brown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;*Ryc~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 Who was the last person that made you sad?&lt;br /&gt;*Yuto.. haha I want to see their concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 What do you hear&lt;br /&gt;*Hari's voice on the other end of the phone and the music on my computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Is your hair curly or straight&lt;br /&gt;*wavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" face?&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHA!! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;*yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;*nopee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 Do you use smiley face on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;*yes yes YESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha too many times to count..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;*I think so ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 Are you currently jealous?&lt;br /&gt;*of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 What jewellery are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;*my studs and a bracelet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 What are you doing on Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;*either dinner or a birthday party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;*Du-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah... forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 Is there anyone you're really disappointed with right now?&lt;br /&gt;*nope.. should I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 What was the last reason you went for the doctor for?&lt;br /&gt;*throat ulcer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 How late did you stayed up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;*not late.. no reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Have you dated someone longer than a year?&lt;br /&gt;*nope.. I'm hopeless but I hvnt been in a relationship in awhile.. so whatever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2885583214044477447?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2885583214044477447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2885583214044477447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2885583214044477447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2885583214044477447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/jobless.html' title='Jobless.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4757875912105951445</id><published>2009-05-23T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:22:54.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Breather.</title><content type='html'>It's finally Saturday and I've finally done my 6 hours driving lecture and practical thing today.. Woohoo~! &amp;amp; I got through one of the most stressful weeks I've had to go through in awhile and I got 95% for my Maths Retake exam! YEAYYY!! As for my Japanese Test last Wednesday, we haven't gotten our results back yet.. I hope I didn't screw it up.........swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a crazy day! I had an emergency in the morning oh gosh! everytime Karai sees me is when I'm being a total spaz! Aww.. Why can't he see me when I'm cool and composed.. God knows he constantly is xD haha! Anyway I saw him a lot yesterday so&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;ureshii~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^^ Whee~~ and we finally started learning Kanji. We're gonna be learning Kanji everyday from now on so NO it's not gonna get any easier..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;We'll be having Kanji test &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt;.. What we learn today, We'll have a test the next day.....swt. I need help.. HAHA Owh well &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will do my very best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2 years till Japan! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(seems long but whatever at least I'm getting there)&lt;/span&gt;. Owhh my homework 2 days ago I was supposed to write Yuki.. but subconciously, without knowing it I wrote Yuuki instead! GAHH!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I miss Yuuki!&lt;/span&gt; Saa Yume Mimashou! Watashi no yume wo kanarazu kanaeru yo! xD I'm being totally random right now. Syaza I miss you!! Michelle you too!! Next friday holiday starts.. Free for one week... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;. Will miss Karai.. need to see him a lot next week &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(by saying so I have just decreased my chances of seeing him.. dang!)&lt;/span&gt; xD I'm hungry.. will go now.. but b4 I go.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris Allen won American Idol YEAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bonus~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Shfm3HHPEKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/AP2OqxGeYqI/s1600-h/kris-allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Shfm3HHPEKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/AP2OqxGeYqI/s320/kris-allen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338989717747601570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ShfmwWC-1kI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JBwi6G6MNN0/s1600-h/leedonghae01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ShfmwWC-1kI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JBwi6G6MNN0/s320/leedonghae01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338989601497208386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen! and that's Lee Donghae from Super Junior.. Donghae reminds me of Kris la seriously. I know they look nothing alike in those pictures but watch Donghae Live! Everytime I do, I think about Kris and vice versa LOL. I think it's the way they smile.. In the pictures I put they're not even smiling xD I know I'm useless.. If my point were their smiles, I should put pictures of them smiling but then I was too lazy to look for it HAHA! Here's a Video Clip of Donghae~! He's adorable! Just like Kris ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYXmAD8u7N8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYXmAD8u7N8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4757875912105951445?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4757875912105951445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4757875912105951445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4757875912105951445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4757875912105951445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-breather.html' title='Take a Breather.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Shfm3HHPEKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/AP2OqxGeYqI/s72-c/kris-allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6100810063086251677</id><published>2009-05-19T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:32:32.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress.. SU-TO-RE-S-SU!!</title><content type='html'>fgmhkljdhskljhkljhs89w459hu*&amp;amp;*T@#BIGJHQ87612ugjhg987tags9jhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am sick and I'm having a stressful week. Damn nice right? NYEH.&lt;br /&gt;You know the surprise maths test we had last Friday? Well I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;. Knew I would but still! Gah. I had to stay back in class for a few minutes and explain myself. Of course I'm not the only one but I am the only girl but then there are only 3 of us anyway so what does it matter. Anyway, for failing the maths test we are therefore condemned to re-sitting for a make-up test this Friday after class and we have to get 90% and above? You have got to be kidding me Onomoto Sensei! Rawr! Other than that, my class is having the chapter review drama tomorrow so I have a passage from the text book to memorise nyeh! Furthermore, I have a Japanese Language Review test tomorrow! Chapter 1 until Chapter 5 and if we get lower than 90% we have to re-sit for the test. Stress okay! rawr~! Sick somemore.. haiyoo.. what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go back to studying and memorising now.. Jyaa ne~! Wish me LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK AMIRA!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6100810063086251677?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6100810063086251677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6100810063086251677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6100810063086251677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6100810063086251677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/stress-su-to-re-s-su.html' title='Stress.. SU-TO-RE-S-SU!!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-8049563056924371794</id><published>2009-05-17T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:54:37.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dekimashita yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm back again today.. LoL.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;To blog I'm all of a sudden rajin.. but to study.. now that's a totally different story. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Although I need to study maths soon.. nyeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey! Say! JUMP-ing Tour DVD&lt;/span&gt; again today. I noticed a few things and I understood more of what they said this time because I was actually paying attention. Haha. This time around it was a lot more fun to watch! I was laughing like mad! Although there are still some parts I don't understand but on the whole I practically understood the whole thing which I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; happy about ^^ whee~ At the school segment of the show, seriously it was funny as hell! I finally figured out what Hikaru said when asked "who's the person in the picture" He said "the audience member in seat number 46" or something like that so I started laughing like mad.. xD Hikaru seriously makes my day when he's being funny. I enjoyed laughing like mad HAHA. Takaki oso can la.. Haha but I still can't get over the fact that Hikaru did the "hito to yuuji wa......" thing from scrap teacher when he was trying to persuade Takaki to go back into the class.. and omg &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;YAN&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;KUMI&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA! ahh dai-chan &amp;amp; chii-chan.. I love the school segment part ^^ It makes me very happy although Yuto isn't there much... ahh but Yuto is so OMG! He was so high! so very very high! xD he was being all hyper and crazy and omg that was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to watch. Choo Kawaiii!! and and he played the drums!! I was paying attention to the drum beat all the way.. please la! I wouldn't pay attention to Keito playing the guitar or Takaki singing....swt... Yuto's more important! xD Yuto wa motto motto taisetsu dakara! Anyway watching it made me very happy today.. and the concert has made me appreciate dai-chan more.. He is so adorable! seriously.. He's so small compared to the rest of the BEST members so it's just so adorable to watch him dance with them haha! especially when they were performing thrill and switch =P I would love to keep talking about them but I doubt anyone understood anything I said in this post so kono blog post wa koko made desu ^^ jya matta ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yabu: MINNA KOE WO DASHITE JUNBI WA DEKITEMASUKA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*scream!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yabu: ORETACHI TO SAWAGIMASU KA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*scream!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yabu: ORETACHI NO NAMAE WO YOBOU KA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*scream!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;HSJ: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Oret&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;achi ga&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.... HEY!..&lt;/span&gt; SAY!..&lt;/span&gt; JUMP&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sorry couldn't resist. Anyway, HSJ hurry up and release something! I'm dying here. rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-8049563056924371794?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/8049563056924371794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=8049563056924371794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8049563056924371794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8049563056924371794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/dekimashita-yo.html' title='Dekimashita yo!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3109415294801612841</id><published>2009-05-16T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:16:37.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ST 5th Epi</title><content type='html'>Third post in one day O.O! This is amazing. My internet is being all loopy but for some reason my Blogger is working fine nyeh! It's so annoying. I can't check my LJ. Anyway, just now I was re-watching Scrap Teacher, but only until the end of disk 2 so there's still disk 3, and I still feel like episode 5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(when they were making a manga for the manga festa)&lt;/span&gt; is really wierd and makes no sense whatsoever. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school Chinen passed the bag that had the manga in it to Sugi Sensei so that he could send it to the festa cause they were running out of time.. then when he was outside, Sugi Sensei passed the bag to Yamada to send to the festa while riding a bicycle.. Half way to the festa, Yamada passed it to Daiki to send on a skateboard this time. Then, on the way there Daiki passed the bag to Chinen and Chinen took it all the way to the festa.. you see.. my point is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HOW IN THE WORLD DID CHINEN GET IN FRONT OF ALL OF THEM ALL OF A SUDDEN??&lt;/span&gt; He was at school! He passed the bag to the teacher so that he could send it.. all of a sudden Chinen was the one furthest away from the school and faster than the other 3 whereas two of them were on some sort of transport, Chinen was just running! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;He might as well have just taken the bag and sent it himself. It would've reached faster!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously that part makes no sense to me whatsoever.. and then somehow Yuto reached the Festa before Sugi Sensei did but Sugi Sensei clearly left earlier (ie, when he went outside to pass the bag) I'm sure he didn't go back inside because he was expected at the manga festa X_X I seriously don't get it. They just made it harder than it had to be. Haha. but Yuto &amp;amp; Nakaken are ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-3109415294801612841?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3109415294801612841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3109415294801612841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3109415294801612841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3109415294801612841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/st-5th-epi.html' title='ST 5th Epi'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-7096102497983315299</id><published>2009-05-16T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:10:33.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tacchon no Yokoo. xD</title><content type='html'>Second post today. I haven't posted twice a day in a LONG time. Wow. Haha well just here to wish a Happy Birthday to a couple of people. First is Ohkura Tadayoshi of Kanjani8!&lt;br /&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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sg44V0PMovI/AAAAAAAAAwg/KUOS_AUAjZc/s1600-h/Tadayoshi03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sg44V0PMovI/AAAAAAAAAwg/KUOS_AUAjZc/s400/Tadayoshi03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336264555931411186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Ohkura. I have not seen much of Kanjani8 considering I was against Ryo at one point so decided to avoid Kanjani all together because of one person xD but then I started downloading Kanjani songs and started to like you guys eventhough Ryo's there owh and I also have learnt to accept Ryo. I don't hate him anymore haha. I know you guys are close. Your drumming skills are so awesome! It really impressed me when I first saw you play. I was flailing like a crazy fangirl &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(not at all unusual for a fangirl =P)&lt;/span&gt; while watching you play the drums. Not to mention you were Mecha Hot when you were playing it. Haha. You look so funny in your green Eito Rangers costume. Heck! ALL of you look so funny.. but but funny in a cute way =D I hope you have an awesome birthday celebreation and have loads more good memories to create ahead of you. I hope I can meet you someday. Happy 24th Birthday Tacchon! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[yeap, he is going to be reading this is the near future and thank me xD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(I wish)&lt;/span&gt; haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Smouldering hot and oh! so! Adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sg46z1hLEKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/baSGQeCSsfQ/s1600-h/Tadayoshi_Ohkura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sg46z1hLEKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/baSGQeCSsfQ/s200/Tadayoshi_Ohkura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336267270694572194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sg46ziLeS0I/AAAAAAAAAww/Nb_jd5osIWM/s1600-h/Tadayoshi+ohkura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sg46ziLeS0I/AAAAAAAAAww/Nb_jd5osIWM/s200/Tadayoshi+ohkura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336267265503284034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And now for a shout out to Yokoo Wataru from Kis-My-Ft2!! Happy 23rd Birthday Yokoo! May you debut as KMF2 soon and may all good things come to you for being so patient in Johnny's Entertainment. Kore kara mo ganbatte ne! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sg47jveXEPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Gg5YZDFpW2g/s1600-h/Yokoo+Wataru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sg47jveXEPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Gg5YZDFpW2g/s320/Yokoo+Wataru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336268093705883890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-Happy Happy Birthday to you!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-7096102497983315299?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/7096102497983315299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=7096102497983315299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7096102497983315299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7096102497983315299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/tacchon-no-yokoo-xd.html' title='Tacchon no Yokoo. xD'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sg44V0PMovI/AAAAAAAAAwg/KUOS_AUAjZc/s72-c/Tadayoshi03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-150468370574995163</id><published>2009-05-16T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:45:19.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$%#@*!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so annoyed. Annoyed to the point of exploding!&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Fine. Maybe not THAT annoyed but still annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have my 6 hour lecture today. I called that stupid lady up like days ago and she said okay, be here at 8.45. I was up at six thirty so that I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; be late because I had to wash my hair and whatsoever. We arrived at exactly 8.45 I went up to my driving school and guess what? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The F-ing thing wasn't even open.&lt;/span&gt; It was locked, from the outside! Obviously no one would lock themselves inside right?! but I still rang the doorbell.. There were two bells, I rang each twice and no answer. So I went back into the car annoyed. I told my mom and she tried calling the dude who runs the thing.. William.. on his private number and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;NO ANSWER&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't even pick up his hand phone. GAH! So we went for absolutely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING &lt;/span&gt;and I wasted my Saturday sleep on this god forsaken shit driving thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE THEM&lt;/span&gt;. I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if there is NO lecture on saturdays, TELL ME! Don't say okay and when I show up, the god forsaken place isn't even open. KONO BAKAYARO! X_X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less annoyed note, yesterday was a funny and crazy day. I saw him ^^ but owh it was such a bad moment. I was in front of the girls toilet with chibiko and she was telling me about how Linisha has a boyf but I said "no, I thought she only had a karai sen...." at that moment he came down the stairs by the girls toilet and passed by us. Chibiko and I started laughing like mad and he noticed it was about him....swt....then when Linisha came out of the toilet we were telling her about what just happened and while we were talking about him he passed by us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; =.='' and since he's Linisha's friend, he asked her what but she said owh nothing. Hahahah! damn. Other than that, While I was waiting for Li Ee so that we could walk together to Midvalley after class, Chibiko and Linisha went downstairs first and Karai Senpai spoke to Linisha. It seems that everytime I'm not there he will be. Make me regret only haha. We had a surprise maths test which &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; study for &amp;amp; I was crazy in class..because of Karai Senpai, chibiko &amp;amp; Linisha and stuff that remind me of things that make me laugh, which is apparently often in class and everytime I made a mistake in class I laughed eventhough I was in the middle of answering a question &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gila day. Now I have to wait till Monday before I can see Karai Senpa again. Owh well. Bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-$%#@*!! Driving-&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/2604688509941235727-150468370574995163?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/150468370574995163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=150468370574995163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/150468370574995163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/150468370574995163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='$%#@*!!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-379115457747599279</id><published>2009-05-14T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:19:36.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damasarechatta.</title><content type='html'>Omgosh! All this while Konishi sensei has been lying to us students. When we asked her how old she was, she said 20 but when Nishio sensei asked us how old she was, when we said 20 she started laughing. She is NOT 20! Crazy Sheeet! I seriously wanna know how old she really is. We've all been fooled this whole time. x_x Nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I didn't get to see him today! Linisha &amp;amp; Chibiko saw him. He spoke to Linisha. I wasn't there because I was with Li Ee. I missed it rawr! *sigh* Karai Senpai. Well anyway I have class drama again tomorrow. Need to go back to memorising everything. Owh and I'm going out with Liyana tomorrow after college! Whee~ Jya ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-379115457747599279?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/379115457747599279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=379115457747599279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/379115457747599279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/379115457747599279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/damasarechatta.html' title='Damasarechatta.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1395197889558655649</id><published>2009-05-13T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:32:30.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicy Penguin!</title><content type='html'>Today was slightly boring? but also a lot of fun if that makes any sense to you haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today we had a drama for chapter 4. Children's day drama. So yeah. There was a whole awards thing Nishio sensei made up and it was so funny! Because since there were awards everyone tried their to best to act.. I was paired in a group with Azim-san &amp;amp; Wei-san haha OMG the most unbeatable couple I tell you but damn swt for me to be in the same group cause I'm not at all outstanding like they are. We were in group 5. In the end the winner for best actor was Azim-san! as expected! best actress was Roxanne-san, she was awesome, seriously! I voted for her so whee~ and the winner for best group is.... *drum roll*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;MY GROUP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Whee~~ haha. The winners were called in front of class and Nishio sensei gave us a certificate. She read it aloud to the class but we didn't know wth she was saying cause we haven't learnt whatever she said yet LOL! sooner or later la kan xD She told us to work hard from now on too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Nishio sensei's class was Konishi sensei's class. I like her, she's the cute type of Japanese and she's only 20! like at least 1/4 of the class is older than her haha! Her class today was a boring topic so I was fighting the sleep that I was lacking from the night before haha. Usually her classes are a lot of fun though. It's just today. xD After Konishi sensei we had Tateyama sensei. It was kinda boring at first but then at one point it was so funny! Here's what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tateyama sensei: *points to the -20 degrees written on the chalkboard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Eliz: *supposed to construct sentence* ototoi wa atsukatta desu (the day before was hot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Others: *whispers to Eliz* samukatta (was cold!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Eliz: *shakes hand* eyhh!! Ototoi wa samukatta desu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tateyama sensei: Anata wa PENGIN desu ka? (are you a penguin?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;OMG. That was SO funny! Like seriously, I was laughing like mad.. It was so random! Suddenly only Tateyama sensei said that. Damn funny okay! HAHAHA. I still laugh when I think about xD am laughing now. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I saw him today whee~ and I have brought Linisha into my gang. Other than Chibiko, she's the only other person who knows about senpai. We have a new nickname for him. He will still be senpai but it's Karai Senpai xD Karai means spicy but in this case HOT! haha! He looked at me! but of course at that moment anyone would've looked at me because I was being weird. He came out of his classroom while I was bending my body looking at a rubbish bin like I was studying it. When I turned around I saw him look my way but duhh! I was being an idiot reading a sign on the freaking rubbish bin who wouldn't wonder wth is this girl doing =.='' Other than that when I saw him after break on my way back to class just by seeing him from behind I started laughing and then Chibiko and Linisha started laughing too! Then for some stupid reason after I passed him I ran into my class. Linisha &amp;amp; Chibiko were laughing at me. Gah! I'm such a dork. I'm having such a grade school reaction to this boy. What in the world is wrong with me. I've seriously lost touch with my emotions lmao. Owh well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Karai Senpai ga suki desu!&lt;/span&gt; xD Bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1395197889558655649?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1395197889558655649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1395197889558655649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1395197889558655649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1395197889558655649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/spicy-penguin.html' title='Spicy Penguin!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4491252806335678333</id><published>2009-05-12T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:17:06.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senpai wo Mitai.</title><content type='html'>Senpai.. Senpai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about Senpai. I really don't have much to tell you considering I don't know him personally.. Just watching from afar or in glimpses when he passes by xD &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(I'm no stalker!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I've seen him since the 1st day classes started. Not orientation but classes haha and since then he's the only guy I actually look forward to seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(literally SEEING, cause I don't talk to him haha)&lt;/span&gt; and I have developed a crush. Omg my first real crush on a person in a freaking long time. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"bastard"&lt;/span&gt; doesn't count as one because it never went through that phase.. It went right past it. Well whatever to that, back to senpai. Ahh, he's so adorable. He reminds me of Gar Jun, damn chun right? He's the only guy worth looking at, well that's what I think anyway. The college is small right? So there isn't exactly much to look at and he's the only one I want to look at anyway so yeah xD Although I expect nothing from it but I would like to know his name.. Real name not Japanese nick name. As for what I call him now.. Well obviously I call him Senpai! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first real person crush in ages. This is a huge step after being on hiatus. I wonder if I'm making the right decision.. Well I can't get hurt if I don't make a move. So I shall stay where I am, far far away&lt;/span&gt; xD I repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I AM NOT A STALKER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-I've Got A Crush On You-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4491252806335678333?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4491252806335678333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4491252806335678333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4491252806335678333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4491252806335678333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/senpai-wo-mitai.html' title='Senpai wo Mitai.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4172168135109869241</id><published>2009-05-10T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:30:51.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SgaJ1BRiJlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oQDOO9_GC9I/s1600-h/DSC_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SgaJ1BRiJlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oQDOO9_GC9I/s400/DSC_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334102352634979922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. It IS late and I'm a freak. Haha. I haven't even showered but hey this is something important. I HAVE NOT done ANYTHING for my mother on mother's day. I feel like such a schmuck but I finally figured I should write a blog post dedicated to my mother. It's nothing fancy, not exactly hard to do but at least I'm doing something. I won't be happy unless I try doing something for her so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dear Mama, Happy Mothers day! I know it's already 4PM and the day is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MORE THAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; half over but I really didn't know what else to do. I went out yesterday but I didn't bring money to buy you something. I only remembered after I left that I was supposed to get you something, maybe chocolates haha but it was too late. I'm sorry. I guess you were thinking your children forgot about you on mothers day considering we're still locked up in our respective rooms eg; abang in his room and me in the study and we're not spending any time with you. I'm sorry about that too. Trust that I didn't forget about you though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;(abang on the other hand I've no idea HAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. Last year I made you a cake, the year before I made a poem for you and this year I'm all quiet. I would've liked to make you something but I haven't had the time. Should have made some time for you, since you're always sacrificing your time for me. I really do appreciate everything you've done for me up until this point in my life. Although you do sometimes jump to conclusions and scold me (like when you think I don't take my medication when I'm sick haha), it's okay. You've done more for me than anyone else has. Without you I wouldn't be the person I am today. Heck! Without you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I WOULDN'T BE HERE AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. I literally owe my life to you. You're the best mom anyone could ever ask for. Even my friends say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; I love you with all my heart even though I don't say it very often just keep it in mind that I do and even when I've grown up and moved away with a life of my own, I will always need you, I will always love you and I will always be your little girl. Happy mothers day Ma. I hope this made your day. *tears in eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4172168135109869241?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4172168135109869241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4172168135109869241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4172168135109869241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4172168135109869241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy.html' title='Mommy &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SgaJ1BRiJlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oQDOO9_GC9I/s72-c/DSC_0704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4057083925111198936</id><published>2009-05-09T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:59:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What lecture?</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 7.30 today. It's a Saturday and I woke up damn early. Why? because I was supposed to have my 6 hour practical lecture for driving... but you know what that lady forgot to tell me? That today's a public holiday and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;THERE IS NO LECTURE!&lt;/span&gt; The driving school is closed! My mom and I only remembered when we got there so we had to drive all the way back. That lady is one stupid woman I tell you! GAH! now I have to do it next week. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;#*&amp;amp;$@!!&lt;/span&gt; Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On a more happier note&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday Yama-chan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday Yokoyama Yuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; Happy Birthday Faez!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update later. I still have to do Yama-chan's and Yuu's birthday posts. So taaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Sleeping is a Gift-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4057083925111198936?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4057083925111198936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4057083925111198936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4057083925111198936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4057083925111198936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-lecture.html' title='What lecture?'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1264212989512622139</id><published>2009-05-07T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:51:27.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reon. Raion.</title><content type='html'>I don't exactly have your picture so~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YAMASHITA REON! NOW 17!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1264212989512622139?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1264212989512622139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1264212989512622139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1264212989512622139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1264212989512622139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/reon-raion.html' title='Reon. Raion.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2633341354212377147</id><published>2009-05-01T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:49:00.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koyama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sf0f_G-ipEI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4mqYFJ3eP60/s1600-h/Kei-chan01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 378px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sf0f_G-ipEI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4mqYFJ3eP60/s400/Kei-chan01.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331452702941684802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Keiiiiiii~!! Omgosh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; You're.. you're... 25!! the oldest member of NEWS!! Whee~~ I'm so glad your hair is back to being brown ^^ I prefer you so much better with brown hair compared to black. No offence but black hair makes you loookkkk... uhmmm ugly. Haha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I still love you though!&lt;/span&gt; You're so so cute~! And omgosh when you guys were on the Never Ending Wonderful Story tour and you got sick and they made fun of you.. That was so funny! but poor you. xD Well I hope you had an awesome day considering this post is late. It may say May 1st, 1 something A.M. but actually now is May 3rd at 12.44 P.M. Haha please don't hate me.. Well have an awesome year. Will be looking forward to more from NewS! Koko kara mo ganbatte kudasai ne! NewStachi wo zutto oensuru kara. Jya Bye2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY KEI-CHAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Koyama Keiichiro-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2633341354212377147?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2633341354212377147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2633341354212377147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2633341354212377147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2633341354212377147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/05/koyama.html' title='Koyama.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sf0f_G-ipEI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4mqYFJ3eP60/s72-c/Kei-chan01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-7851490201172619280</id><published>2009-04-30T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:50:38.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daigaku.</title><content type='html'>Well hello there. Long time no...uhhh... type? yeah. Type. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Well I'm finally gonna talk about college. I should have talked about the first day but there really wasn't much to talk about.. well because I'm not exactly a friendly person.. well at least not friendly until you get to know me because I have this uneasy aura about me when I meet new people so I won't act like myself but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt; I didn't have any friends the whole first week of college so nothing to say about it. Then this week I finally made an effort to get to know everyone. Well not so much. I got every ones hand phone numbers and e-mail addresses. When I say every one. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;MEAN&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; class. Not one person was left out. Nyeahahah! Other than that the 15 year old that was at our opening ceremony (she went missing the whole first week) came back this week! Her name's Shirlene? Not sure how to spell it but yeah. She's back and in class. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;15, damn young right?!&lt;/span&gt; I know. Haha well on the day after I got everyone's contact details I was sitting doing my work and decided to listen to some music on my phone. I thought I didn't bring my earphones so I decided to just listen to it through my phone speakers.. I accidentally made it too loud and rin-san(shirlene) heard and she recognised it being School Kakumei - Hey! Say! JUMP. So she shouted &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"I hear Hey! Say! JUMP who's listening to HSJ"&lt;/span&gt; and I turned to her and I was like.... uhh.. I started waving to her? HAHA &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;that uncomfortable wave like.. uhh it was me xD hahah!&lt;/span&gt; Then she came to me and we started talking, she likes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too! Hahaha! So we became friends. Other than Rin-san there's Li Ee-san formerly known as Agnes haha! She became my friend on the first day, during the entrance ceremony but in class she was closer to this other girl and so I felt like space should be given? I don't know. I'm like that. I can drift away so easily just because I read the atmosphere wrongly. Nyeh. Anyway, yeah I'm closer to Li Ee-san again well because I really do wanna make friends&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; (eventhough they mostly speak mandarin =.='')&lt;/span&gt; so I shall bear with the language barrier. Owh she's formerly known as Agnes because we have to give our names to the teachers and that'll be our nick name and how everyone knows us as.. Agnes gave her name as Li Ee so there we go! She's now Li Ee-san. Owh! That girl that Li Ee-san hung out with quit for personal reasons. I've no idea what so yeah.. Too bad really. Would've liked to get to know her better although she was a bit weird haha! She looked like a nice person. Very soft spoken. Next there's Sukuan-san &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(Shih Kwang actually xD)&lt;/span&gt; he calls me Amira-sensei. Nyeh. Haha! He's funny. Nice to talk to. I started to talk to him when I added him online hehe. So my getting everyone's contacts was definitly a good thing ^^ Okay next! Wai Yee-san! Haha I haven't spoken to him in class yet but we've  spoken online.. He's nice to talk to too! but I dunno why we don't talk in class.. sooner or later kot. Well I'm finally not feeling SOOO lonely.. Just a little. haha! There are a lot more people I should talk about but I'll talk about them sooner or later. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of writing today was to write about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;. So I shall.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had Katakana writing test. Full marks! Yeay! Then we had our normal practices like having to speak to each other in Japanese. This time we had to say numbers. After my turn I was supposed to question Kim-san. He's EVIILL. He wouldn't say it properly! He's such a lazy bum haha! He kept telling me to skip la. Then he said the number as individuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg; 100 is one zero zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he just took the paper with the numbers on them and started questioning the next person. Then, sensei gave us a whole new bunch of numbers and when it was his turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;he gave me a look and then nicely escaped to the toilet&lt;/span&gt; x_x &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RAWR! NYEHH!!!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, next period we praticed what we learnt yesterday. Then it was lunch time. Went to Midvalley with Li Ee-san &amp;amp; Rin-san for the first time. Li Ee-san wanted to buy movie tickets &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(for her big DATE with her boyfriend candidate xD)&lt;/span&gt; and today was the first day that my lunch wasn't brought to me &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(omgosh I sound spoilt LOL! I'm not okay! I swear! xD)&lt;/span&gt;  so I bought "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;makudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;narudo&lt;/span&gt;" from Midvalley. It's fun to laugh with them. Rin-san has a tendency of translating what she says to me in english into chinese to Li Ee-san xD although we tell her she doesn't have to cause the english is already understood Haha. When we got back to class weird things happened. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Electric shock?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. Out of the blue Wei Guang-san said hello and so did Xiu Zheng-san. So HELLO! xD I already waved hello at the time la but haha have to do it now since I'm writing about it. After lunch Tateyama-sensei brought in a radio and made us repeat the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; of the first lesson again. We listened to the conversation on the radio and either repeated a whole conversation or read from the text book or answer questions based on the conversation. It was kinda weird. After that...... we had a...... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURPRISE MATHS TEST! WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okie.. It's only to test our level on maths but omg after 5 months of not doing any maths whatsoever I was dying. Seriously, I bullshitted the whole thing. I remember nothing! Especially Algebra like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; mate. Rawr! Anyway I guess I had a good day today. College is starting to be a nice place for me...... and now I have just found out that our seating positions have been changed RAWR~ We'll see what happens. Jya ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;-Nihongo wa Taihen Muzukashii desu!-&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/2604688509941235727-7851490201172619280?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/7851490201172619280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=7851490201172619280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7851490201172619280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7851490201172619280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/04/daigaku.html' title='Daigaku.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-7662034311986456060</id><published>2009-04-24T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:31:16.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First week of College is now &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's finally time to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SLEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;IY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Bye now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-7662034311986456060?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/7662034311986456060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=7662034311986456060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7662034311986456060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7662034311986456060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/04/nyeh.html' title='Nyeh.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-728833979379227853</id><published>2009-04-20T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:37:15.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayukawa Taiyou~</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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sex54qFvNWI/AAAAAAAAAvw/7-No4ig9GCg/s1600-h/Taiyo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sex54qFvNWI/AAAAAAAAAvw/7-No4ig9GCg/s400/Taiyo02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326766473550443874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAIYOU-KUN! I MISS YOU!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME BACK TO JE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-728833979379227853?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/728833979379227853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=728833979379227853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/728833979379227853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Yuto e, This song practically describes how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;How do I get closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;When you keep it all on mute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;How will I know the right way to love you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Usually the queen of figuring out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Breaking down a man is no work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;But I have no clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;How to get through to you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh, I wanna hit you just to see if you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I keep knocking on wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hopin there's a real boy inside&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cause you're not a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You're just a mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I wish you could feel that my love is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But you're not a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wish I could just turn you on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Put a battery in and make you talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Even pull a string for you to say anything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But with you there is no guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Only expired warranty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A bunch of broken parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And &lt;u&gt;I can't seem to find your heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh, I'm such a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm such a fool, I'm such a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This one's outta my hands&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I can't put you back together again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cause you're not a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You're just a Mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I wish you could feel that my love is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But you're not a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You're just a toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Could you ever be a real, real boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But you're not a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If the past is a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Our future could solve them baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I could bring you to life if you'd let me inside baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It'll hurt but in the end you'll be a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You're not a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You're just a Mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I wish you could feel that my love is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Could you ever be a real, real boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But you're not a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're not a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You're just a Mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I wish you could feel that my love is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But you're not a man&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Katty Perry - Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was listening to this song last night. Couldn't help but think of him. In my heart he is as real as anything else but could he simply be a figment of my imagination? Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atashiha tada no fangirl desu (I'm just an ordinary fangirl)&lt;br /&gt;tada no Yuto no fangirl (an ordinary Yuto fangirl)&lt;br /&gt;atashi no koe ga Yuto ni todokenai (My voice  can't reach Yuto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My voice so loud, sings for you.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice so loud, sings not for me,&lt;br /&gt;I reach for you and touch nothing,&lt;br /&gt;You reach not for me but take my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tada no fangirl,&lt;br /&gt;Amira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6986056292039169437?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6986056292039169437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6986056292039169437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6986056292039169437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6986056292039169437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/04/momentarily.html' title='Momentarily.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-711933803531231606</id><published>2009-04-15T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:38:30.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99%99%99%99% rawr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm annoyed. So so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so ANNOYED! I sat for my Japanese Class exam today. Just a few hours ago actually and I'm so ANNOYEDD!! My results were...........OMGOSH!!.......I got 99% okay??!!! 99!! like 1 effing point left and I would've gotten a perfect score.. Just ONE~!!! Annoyed annoyed.. RAWR~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Other than annoyance.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAI-CHAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I haven't made a picture yet.. will edit this post later on.. Tomorrow after my driving exam maybe.. So yeah, Bye now! Nyeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Annoyed&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Arioka Daiki&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-711933803531231606?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/711933803531231606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=711933803531231606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/711933803531231606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/711933803531231606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/04/99999999-rawr.html' title='99%99%99%99% rawr!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-8386449340607026744</id><published>2009-04-10T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:19:47.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm listening to EAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4jQAY-Z6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/t1XIWgaD-7s/s1600-h/P1030078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4jQAY-Z6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/t1XIWgaD-7s/s400/P1030078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322730567488137122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Happy Birthday Sya~!! It's your birthday once more! It's our 14th year celebrating your birthday together!! These times together are hastily reaching their end...... Our future's will be in separate directions soon but.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that won't stop us now will it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha. No matter where we go we will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have each other. No matter how far you are from me you will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be in my heart. That's as close as you can get xD &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're already a part of me so there's no way you'll lose me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't be the person I am without you. Yeah we've had some bad times but all friendships have their ups and downs. We get mad at each other but we never fight. &lt;s&gt;I think the only reason we get mad is because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt; haha! That's why it never leads to a fight. &lt;/s&gt; I don't know? haha. Well we do tell each other everything straightforwardly so there isn't any need for fights &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; Although you can be frustrating sometimes, especially when it comes to boys (you not being able to make up your mind usually xD) and you not paying any attention to what I tell you&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; You see?? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I STILL LOVE YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xD HAHA. Of course I love you! You're like too much fun to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAKE FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of 0=) so how could I ever let you go. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'd be less one punching bag =D &amp;amp; that's too much of a sacrifice for me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha! Other than that, I also keep you around because you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; win any of our conversational joking fights where we insult each other and try to be smart. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I ALWAYS WIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and that makes me all full of myself.&lt;/s&gt; It feels awesome! xD HAHAHA~&lt;/span&gt; We've done so many things in the 14 years I've known you that I couldn't possibly fit everything in here.. but your recent interest in Nishikido Ryo is making me happy enough xD I have a new friend lol! Not as psycho but acceptable hehe. I'm sorry the pic I edited looks a little retarded.. It looked better when it was bigger. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Try clicking on it??&lt;/span&gt; haha &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;but I like that pic! &lt;/span&gt;^^ Owh, I'm not doing a pic spam.. &lt;u&gt;TOOO MANYYY PICTURESSS&lt;/u&gt; for me to go through.. nyeh! but but I love you though.. LOADS so don't get me mistaken xD If I were to keep writing I could continue for years I think so I shall end it here. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Happy 18th Birthday my Bestest Friend of 14 years! May god bless you and that you'll be happy for most of your life &lt;s&gt;(ignoring your current Ming situation)&lt;/s&gt;. See you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;P.S. Wanted to cry but it didn't happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;P.P.S. I HATE MEN. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;P.P.P.S. Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Wan Nursyazalina Wan Pauzi-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-8386449340607026744?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/8386449340607026744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=8386449340607026744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8386449340607026744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8386449340607026744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-listening-to-eat.html' title='I&apos;m listening to EAT.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4jQAY-Z6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/t1XIWgaD-7s/s72-c/P1030078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6696049427993335754</id><published>2009-04-09T22:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:40:24.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maji de.. Toge ni ha Kiwotsukete.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4CXC0WGdI/AAAAAAAAAso/vbdAN5XKZf4/s1600-h/YamaP12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4CXC0WGdI/AAAAAAAAAso/vbdAN5XKZf4/s400/YamaP12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322694404515174866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;OMGOSHHHH!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YAMAPI!!&lt;/span&gt; Anata ga daisuki da yo!! Mecha mecha daisuki da yo!! Ahhhh how time flies. Last year on this same day was my last day for Japanese class Beginner 1. It was exam day! xD You turned 23? Now you're 24! Whee~~ I hope you had a majorly awesome birthday today! I'm sorry this post is mecha late but at least I'm making one deshou? Plus plusss.. I would NEVER miss your birthday post! &lt;s&gt;Dudee I wrote one for Keito and uhmm sorry but I'm not all that interested in him xD so for my all time favourite guy of course you'd have a special post too!&lt;/s&gt; Granted it has to be shared but yours is the longest one yet because of the major pic spam I did of you. Couldn't resist! ^^ You're the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MOST AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; member of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and right now you have 2nd place in my heart. You were first before but uhh.. Yuto no sei de, you're not anymore.. hontoni gome ne. &lt;s&gt;Like you care though xD&lt;/s&gt; I know you're a very nice person and you have a wonderful smile! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I love you best when you're smiling &lt;s&gt;although your bottom row of teeth need fixing&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I prefer&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; goofy you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to kakkoi you. Maji desu yo! ^^ You at the end of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; 'Taiyou no Namida'&lt;/span&gt; was chooo kawaii!! but hey don't get me wrong I'm not at all complaining about your sexyness.. It's actually a good thing!! *drOoOoOoOoOools* Haha Waiii~ Someday I will definitly meet you!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Itsu no hi ka anata ni kanarazu aeru yo!&lt;/span&gt; As for this time as I am living without you in my life &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(wishing for too much don't you think xD)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope you keep doing the best you can like you always do and sing your heart out! xD Kore kara mo anata ni zutto oensuru kara ne dakara ganbatte ne Pi-chan! Pi-chan ga suki da yo!&lt;/span&gt; Matta Otanjyoubi Omedeto!! Jya bye bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YamaPic Spam~ &lt;u&gt;Watashi no YamaP&lt;/u&gt; ~From Kawaii to Kakkoi and everything in between!&lt;br /&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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4EsNzrXFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/EwIZkUECGFE/s1600-h/YamaP24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4EsNzrXFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/EwIZkUECGFE/s200/YamaP24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322696967265672274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4EsaWdOxI/AAAAAAAAAvg/DRFgoGL08ZQ/s1600-h/YamaP25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4EsaWdOxI/AAAAAAAAAvg/DRFgoGL08ZQ/s200/YamaP25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322696970632772370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4Ed7jAraI/AAAAAAAAAu4/EEP5Mi-3GcQ/s1600-h/YamaP20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DqCT--XI/AAAAAAAAAtg/RoH4UzhFNmc/s200/YamaP09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322695830308583794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4Dqm0YOiI/AAAAAAAAAto/Szb7ETU9UsU/s1600-h/YamaP10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4Dqm0YOiI/AAAAAAAAAto/Szb7ETU9UsU/s200/YamaP10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322695840108132898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4Dq1VgqiI/AAAAAAAAAtw/XTAzEfs-eP0/s1600-h/YamaP11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4Dq1VgqiI/AAAAAAAAAtw/XTAzEfs-eP0/s200/YamaP11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322695844005194274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DIRlqUCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ilmlxCtfsT4/s1600-h/YamaP07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DIRlqUCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ilmlxCtfsT4/s200/YamaP07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322695250293706786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DIu19TbI/AAAAAAAAAtY/4XZnLa0eTHI/s1600-h/Yamap08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DIu19TbI/AAAAAAAAAtY/4XZnLa0eTHI/s200/Yamap08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322695258146688434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DIFikmVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/rkFKgqKwP1M/s1600-h/YamaP05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DIFikmVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/rkFKgqKwP1M/s200/YamaP05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322695247059523922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DISzeVgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8QbN3I9obT8/s1600-h/YamaP06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DISzeVgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8QbN3I9obT8/s200/YamaP06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322695250620077570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DIOb1vtI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vgNhARIP3P0/s1600-h/YamaP03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DIOb1vtI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vgNhARIP3P0/s200/YamaP03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322695249447206610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DrNoyeBI/AAAAAAAAAuA/5SfJSP-1h-o/s1600-h/YamaP13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4DrNoyeBI/AAAAAAAAAuA/5SfJSP-1h-o/s200/YamaP13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322695850528503826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4EeQ6jsfI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Rh94DpAIbdA/s1600-h/YamaP23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4EeQ6jsfI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Rh94DpAIbdA/s200/YamaP23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322696727581667826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is for you. Morimo-chan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4CXaEEtLI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-_zOeoTgHHw/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4CXaEEtLI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-_zOeoTgHHw/s400/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322694410755159218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ryuu-chan gome ne! Osoi sugiru dakara.. Hontoni gomennnn ='( Okottenaide kudasai~&lt;/span&gt; but at least I'm writing a post deshou? I'm sorry you have to share a post and I'm sorry YamaP has to share a post but hey at least I'm writing deshou deshou? &lt;s&gt;*imagines you agreeing with me*&lt;/s&gt; waaii~ okay x] Happy Belated Birthday Ryuutaro! Lately you've become more adult like. You grew 12 cm? Crazy growth spurt but that was months ago! I'm sure you've grown some more since then =] ahh well you're finally turning into a big star. People are finally taking notice of you! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'm so proud of you!!&lt;/span&gt; ^^ You're so cute! I wish you were my little brother, same goes for Chii-chan ne xD haha I'm sorry you appear about as many times as keito does &lt;s&gt;(which isn't much =.='')&lt;/s&gt; in our story.. From now on I'll try and involve you as much as I can. ^^ I hope you had an awesome awesome birthday. Sorry again for the last wish! Happy Belated 14th Birthday! Matta ne~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Credits to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*lovedayo@livejournal.com for Ryuu-chan's pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*Anyone and everyone who deserves to be credited for the YamaP pics. I got them off of everywhere on the net mainly photobucket &amp;amp; google so I don't know specifically who owns it. For whoever who does, I credit you! and without you my life would be a lot harder to live so thank you! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Morimoto Ryutaro&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6696049427993335754?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6696049427993335754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6696049427993335754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6696049427993335754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6696049427993335754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/04/maji-de-toge-ni-ha-kiwotsukete.html' title='Maji de.. Toge ni ha Kiwotsukete.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sd4CXC0WGdI/AAAAAAAAAso/vbdAN5XKZf4/s72-c/YamaP12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-34726952068689729</id><published>2009-04-01T14:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:49:54.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Keito, You Fool~! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SdMQP0buJQI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1FmIIk6cL6M/s1600-h/HSJ+springcon+sticker+box+set+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SdMQP0buJQI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1FmIIk6cL6M/s400/HSJ+springcon+sticker+box+set+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319613448813683970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Again It's a Jap dude's Birthday xD It's Keito Birthday! Wheee~~ *cheers* Well boy you're 16! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet 16?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha Forgive me for not favoring you all that much but hey I appreciate you being in HSJ. Really. &lt;s&gt;I wish you weren't so close to Yuto though but heh xD&lt;/s&gt; I'm also very sorry that you're not always in Ryc's and my story. It's just that we kinda lose track, 10 people to involve is kinda hard so we usually involve mainly our favourites. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;We're Yabu &amp;amp; Yuto biased&lt;/span&gt;, that's why. Haha. Well I hope all the members are there to celebrate your birthday with you! I'd be ecstatic if I were you, having so many friends with you on your birthday so &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I know your dad is a big star in Japan deshou? kedo.. I'm not very familiar with him.. so to me you're just you. Keito, not the son of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*insert father's name*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;(sorry I forgot his name)&lt;/s&gt;, just Keito, the peculiar one in HSJ x], the one who's lived in UK for most of his life but still has a Japanese slang in his english lol! You're your own person to me. You define yourself. Albeit not too well yet but sooner or later people will notice you.. dakara shinpai shinai de ne. ^^ Kyou wa tanoshishite ne! Happy April Fools Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Keito's birthday~&lt;br /&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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SdMgyIduynI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Pj7KBeldFuk/s1600-h/totospring200804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SdMgyIduynI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Pj7KBeldFuk/s200/totospring200804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631630492420722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SdMgmHvTWUI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fpg2C8zuO9I/s1600-h/totospring2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SdMgmHvTWUI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fpg2C8zuO9I/s200/totospring2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631424139254082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just couldn't help myself from putting these pictures here. Haha! He's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; adorable! Although these are from awhile back, not this year but heck it's making me wish I was in Japan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt; watching their 2009 HaruCon, which started yesterday. I've already missed the HS7 MONKY concert &amp;amp; now it's the whole of HSJ. Rawr! *curses* Owh well point is Yuto is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO&lt;/span&gt; adorable!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yuto ga dai suki!~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Credits to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*stellarsky08@livejournal.com for the awesome pics ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy Birthday to Okamoto Keito-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-34726952068689729?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/34726952068689729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=34726952068689729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/34726952068689729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/34726952068689729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-bday-keito-you-fool-xd.html' title='Happy B&apos;day Keito, You Fool~! xD'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SdMQP0buJQI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1FmIIk6cL6M/s72-c/HSJ+springcon+sticker+box+set+%287%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2436543328062818662</id><published>2009-03-30T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:31:17.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss the Baby Sky.</title><content type='html'>I shall talk about last Saturday. I had a good day. Well in the day anyway. haha. I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like wtf right? xD There was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hari Anugerah Cemerlang&lt;/span&gt; and for the first time in my life I was actually invited! Woohoo! Right, yeah, whatever. haha. Well I went to school, woke up at like 6 am and got to school at like 8.30am. Talked to Nurul. Hung out with Dee! -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gosh I missed you&lt;/span&gt;- I also got to see Shafique. Yeay! and I recieved a certificate! Why? Because I was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Best English Student!&lt;/span&gt; Woohoo~~ I beat out everyone. Even the smartest classes which was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SHOCK OF MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeap. I seriously thought I was amongst others who got the same thing I was getting but apparently I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but gosh It made me so happy! I've never gotten anything like this before. I've never been the best at anything before. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^^ So this was a boost to my confidence. Anyway, after school, my parents and I went to visit my grandparents and before I left my grandma gave me RM100. Yeay free money! haha. Then, I came home. At 8.30 wassssss?? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EARTH HOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whee~ That one hour went by pretty fast actually but sadly the people in Shah Alam weren't all that supportive of it. In my field of vision, my house was the only one with it's light off.. x_x Well anyway during Earth Hour I was on the phone with Ben so that helped. =) Of course he was being a pain because he didn't get best for English. Rawr!. Nyeh After Earth Hour I switched my PC back on and then it started fucking up... SO my good day.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERMINATED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Sunday. Well I went out. Went to Midvalley to watch&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Cofessions of a Shoppaholic'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's a funny movie! Of course you'd feel bad if you were a shoppaholic and you watched that. It'd put your life into perspective I guess xD &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I still love shopping but I'm no shoppaholic so that's ok?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Well I had a nice day out yesterday, we ate at Carls Jr. which is expensive as hell for a fast food outlet but owhh the food there is GOOD. Haha. I went to Rock Corner and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO they do not have NewS's album. They used to but it's out of stock! Rawr! Where am I supposed to look for it NOWWWW.. NYEH!.&lt;/span&gt; Nadira &amp;amp; Elyza bought underwear at Top Shop which was a really funny experience. Hahaha! &amp;amp; sorry Dira about the whole boobs thing HAHAHAHA. After underwear shopping was the movie so we rushed! After the movie we went to Zara cause Hari wanted to check out the shirts to compare them to the ones he tried on at Top Shop and he's found the shirts he wants to get. He also found a pair of shoes that he wants so badly that now not having them is eating at his soul. He's waiting for his paycheck to come in then with his parent's permission.. He'll use his salary to buy em. Good luck with that. Well after Zara we were walking to the entrance to go home and guess who I saw? Two of the most wonderful people in my life? Haha! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ekey &amp;amp; Azlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Whee~~ Yeayy! It was really great to see them. It was so random, while I was walking I heard my name being called but I wasn't sure. Then, my name was called again and I was passing this big column so I couldn't see who it was then I heard it again and I looked to see THEM! ^^ They made my day. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today. I've been pissed cause my PC is shit! I'll have to ask my dad for a new one &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(let's hope he won't be too stingy about it. Being stingy is why the PC sucks in the first place. He definitely bought some cheapo CPU. Other than that let's hope I don't get scolded for no reason again)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because this one is seriously on it's way to dying. It's very close. I barely have space for anything anymore. Other than the PC, I was trying to watch Yukan Club today but I couldn't because my CD's spoilt and I don't even know why. Gosh I was so pissed. Now I'm thinking about buying a new one because seriously I love that show but we'll see. I need the money. Gah! Owh but my ares which has been fucking up since Saturday is working again! It had a corrupted file so it became all wonky. I deleted the file. Now it's ok! Whee~ but I still freak out. I keep thinking it's gonna bail on me at any moment. Gah! Need a new PC and need to save all my files. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Dou suru ka na..&lt;/span&gt; Owh well. I'll just be hoping for the best. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh yeah I've decided to call the driving centre and making the appointment for my PC test this Monday. I hope it'll all be ok. =) &lt;/span&gt;That's all for my update. Jya ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;-Baby Sky, All the Dreams &amp;amp; Hopes Made of Your Eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2436543328062818662?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2436543328062818662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2436543328062818662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2436543328062818662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2436543328062818662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss-baby-sky.html' title='Kiss the Baby Sky.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2011327762087432420</id><published>2009-03-26T03:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:00:14.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takagi~</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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ScqAZ1xBBVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/vi-E1uz98qo/s1600-h/Untitled-34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ScqAZ1xBBVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/vi-E1uz98qo/s400/Untitled-34.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317203491482043730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Birthday Takaki!! You're 19!! Yeayy!! Next year is the big 20! ^^ I hope you have a really really awesome birthday with the rest of the members of HSJ. I've had a lot of fun writing about you with ryc hehe. From now on we'll keep having fun writing about you guys in more of our story ^^ seriously it's a lot of drama and random things and gosh I look forward to it everyday. I love the stories written about you guys &lt;s&gt;because it's as close to you as I'll ever get&lt;/s&gt; xD Well you'll be starting the HSJ Haru Con soon with all members present and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I wish I could've been there to watch you.&lt;/span&gt; I really wish I could but well&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; have the time of your life&lt;/span&gt; performing and also today celebrating your birthday. I hope Dai-chan'll wish you even after being pissed last year because you forgot his. Haha. Have a blast today! Even though I didn't like you at first, you've grown on me and HSJ just wouldn't be same without you so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Otanjyobi Omedetou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;credits to : neotenii@livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Takaki Yuya-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2011327762087432420?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2011327762087432420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2011327762087432420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2011327762087432420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2011327762087432420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/takagi.html' title='Takagi~'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ScqAZ1xBBVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/vi-E1uz98qo/s72-c/Untitled-34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3577255739636034615</id><published>2009-03-25T00:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:55:43.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Butterfly Shot Down.</title><content type='html'>I'm guessing it's finally time I blog about something other than birthdays although I have done so a couple of weeks back but whatever. There should be more posts about my life than birthday posts about other people in my blog but heh like it matters. Anyway, I do have things to say. I guess I've had things to say for awhile now really because it happened a few days back. Wow. It has been almost one week, so anyway, last Thursday I asked my dad about my trip to Japan. You know the trip I've waited 2 years to go on. Yeah. That. I already told my parents since 2 years ago that I wanted to go this year and they were okay with it. Anyway, I had to ask again cause if I didn't ask it wouldn't happen so I did, this is how the conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Pa, what about my trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What for?! you didn't even get 8 A's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't have to go there to look for colleges, you can do it on the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What? You want to spend another 12000?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*pretends to be ok until is left alone then cries silently*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well yeah that's basically it. See the reason why I didn't wanna ask him earlier was because he'd get mad at me for no reason. Which he did. As I knew he would. I hate that. All I did was ask one question then all of a sudden I was accused of spending 12000 bucks? like what the hell am I supposed to spend that much money on. I have an allowance of 300 a month and that's all I get. So where does this imaginary 12000 of his fit in? Whatever, I don't even care. I've spent 2 years just going through my horrible daily life looking forward to this trip. I know I'll be going there to study but this trip was for my teenage memories. To experience life, to go on a trip with my friends instead of my parents for once to a totally unknown country. I wanted to have a teenage adventure. This would have been the whole symbol of my teenhood &amp;amp; it's not even happening. I don't see how it's fair how he can abruptly decide to go to Bali and spend thousands per day, whereas it was only a 4 day trip, and I can't go on a trip I've been waiting for for 2 years. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Life's unfair and so is he.&lt;/span&gt; Well whatever. In a year &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(god willing)&lt;/span&gt; I'll be out of here. Finally able to do what I want with my life. Other than this, I also told my foster parents about the possibility of my going there &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(before I was shot down by my father of course)&lt;/span&gt; and they said that they were looking forward to seeing me again and told me to call them as soon as I knew when I was heading over there. I got their email exactly one day after I was shot down so it made me feel even more horrible. I cried a ton from when I was shot down and the next day. I had to tell them I wouldn't be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I called them. As in 23rd March, Yuki's Birthday. I called them. Since it's already 1 AM so technically it isn't yesterday anymore. Anyway, I called my foster family in Japan. It was really nice talking to them. First I spoke to my mom for awhile. To my despair the first words she uttered after &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"hello amira"&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"you know when you're coming??"&lt;/span&gt;. I could hear the smile she was having whilst she spoke and I had to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"no, I'm not coming this year. My dad said no"&lt;/span&gt;.. she said that's too bad and that she and everyone wanted to see me. I told her I wanted to see them too. After that I asked to speak to Yuki. It was really nice talking to him. I wished him happy birthday and finally we spoke like we were having a normal conversation because I understand a lot more now compared to a year ago. It was really nice. I could ask him questions and answer his questions in a way I actually wanted to instead of being so formal all the time like I used to be because I only knew formal words. Haha. I asked him hard questions =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Do you have a girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Do you have someone you like?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Is she in the same class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;How old is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Same year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing as I was asking and he was answering. I don't even mind that he has someone he likes. Haha. I'm glad he's happy. He's having a fun year in school. Those aren't the only questions I asked of course. There were a ton more but &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those were the most fun to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; haha! I also asked him what he wanted as a birthday present. He said &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"anything is fine"&lt;/span&gt; and I told him &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"I don't want to hear that answer"&lt;/span&gt; =.='' He asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"why"&lt;/span&gt; and I said because it doesn't help me! grr. Nyeh. He still said the same thing anyway after that. rawr. I want to have lots of conversations like that with him. It's like we were friends. ^^ We are but we've always had a language barrier and I'm doing my best to erase that so being able to talk so casually like that was a lot of fun. Of course I dug out compliments by asking how my japanese is now compared to last time. He said it's gotten better ^^ whee~ LOL. Lame! Anyway, halfway while I was talking all of a sudden the line cut. Guess what happened? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Kish happened.&lt;/span&gt; My cat, he wanted to be all cute and was seeking my attention but whilst doing so he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEPPED ON THE ENGAGE BUTTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the conversation ended. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I pushed him away, shouted at him and immediately called back.&lt;/span&gt; My mom picked up and I explained to her what happened, She laughed and passed the phone back to yuki and then I apologised and told him what happened. I said &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"my cat was walking on the telephone"&lt;/span&gt; he laughed. Nyeh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid cat&lt;/span&gt;. Made me stress out for nothing. I asked Yuki what time he had to sleep he said he was actually about to go to sleep so I apologised again and he said &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"it's ok because it's been awhile since we spoke"&lt;/span&gt;. ^^ That made me very happy to hear. This conversation was definitly the best we've had so far because last time I called I could barely understand and barely speak. I mean I could but lots of errors and after everything he said I called him stupid because I had nothing else to say. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This time we laughed together because we understood when to laugh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha! and we had things we could say to each other to make each other laugh. It was really a ton of fun. After a few minutes since I had nothing else to say I told him it was okay if he wanted to sleep. He said thanks and goodnight then passed the phone back to my mom then I spoke to my mom! We spoke about how I want to go to HSJ's concert xD and how I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; be there next year. I invited them here. She said If they have the money they'd come here if they could. I also invited Yuki when I was talking to him. I asked him to come he said this year he has a lot to do but if he has the chance then he'll come, specific words &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"chansu ga areba yatteru"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and then I made him promise and he was just about to fall for it and promise then he was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"wait a minute that's too difficult a promise"&lt;/span&gt; xD haha! Anyway talking to my mom about HSJ. I said I'll go next year and that we should go to the concert together. She agreed with me so we'll go to a concert together! ^^ I also told her that I memorised her favourite song and she said we should sing it at karaoke next time. I said sure thing. hehe. Owh! When I asked her whether she knew what Yuki liked so that I could send him a present. She said she didn't know and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"anything is fine"&lt;/span&gt; I went =.='' and told her that Yuki said the same thing. Nyeh! haha After talking to her for awhile, I got to know her a lot better and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't have to fish for compliments from her.&lt;/span&gt; She said it herself! haha she said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"your japanese has gotten a lot better compared to last time.. I was so surprised!"&lt;/span&gt; hehe that made me extra happy and of course I said thank you. ^^ So after that I told her I'll call again on her birthday and she said thank you and we said goodbye and goodnight. I'm glad I called them. Although I want to see them a lot more now. It did me good to hear their voices. Now all that's left is for me to find a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;would anyone care to help me fine one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;*note: this is a great example of how whenever I talk about anything related to Japan, no matter how suckish I'm feeling I'll immediately become happy again. Hahaha! I was on the verge of tears when talking about the whole trip thing but after writing about my mom and Yuki I feel so happy. I miss them haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-Kokoro no Naka ni Yuki ga Furimasu-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-3577255739636034615?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3577255739636034615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3577255739636034615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3577255739636034615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3577255739636034615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/butterfly-shot-down.html' title='A Butterfly Shot Down.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6921071944954453663</id><published>2009-03-23T03:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:42:27.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowing In My Heart. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SceeA2ON5tI/AAAAAAAAArQ/avAG0QJ_Bo0/s1600-h/P1000353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SceeA2ON5tI/AAAAAAAAArQ/avAG0QJ_Bo0/s400/P1000353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316391622526494418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling darling foster brother, Happy 17th Birthday! You've already caught up to me! Shoot! Whatever it is I'm still older than you! haha. I took that picture of you when I stole your phone and you were sulking about it so you gave me that&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; look&lt;/span&gt;. haha. Hey, I'm so sorry but I can't come to Japan. I've been forbid from doing so. My dad's being frustrating. Anyway, I hope you have a really great birthday today. I would have been there to celebrate it with you if I could. I was really looking forward to seeing you. Everyone knows how much &lt;s&gt;I'm crazy about you&lt;/s&gt; I miss you guys there in Japan. Haha. I'll send you a birthday present as soon as I get one. Owh yeah. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to know, not want but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to know your height now. I'd be so &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; devastated if you were to be taller than me. Nyeh! Well have an awesome birthday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I love you&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yuki-kun no baka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Yuki-kun otanjyobi omedeto! Ima watashitachi wa onaji sai da. Demo atashi wa mada Yuki no senpai desu yo! haha. Kono syashin oboete imasu ka. Ano toki atashi ga yuki no keitai wo motteta sore de kono syashin wo totta. Ano toki yuki wa atashi no koto ga okotta yo xD haha. Gome ne kotoshi nihon e ikimasen, demo ne yuki to minna to isshou ni mareshia ni kuru yo! Onegaii.. minna ni aitai dakara, koko ni kuru yo! Atashi wa zutto matteru kara ne? kuru yo ne? =P &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YUUUKIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ima Yuki no se no takasa wa nan desu ka. Oshiete kudasai, hontoni shiritai kara. =) Yuki no purezento wo sugu ni kaimasu sore de sugu ni okurimasu, matte ne? ^^ kyou de tanoshishite yo! tokubetsu na hi desu kara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yuki ni aitai!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; Yuki-kun no baka! Jya ne. Otanjyobi omedeto! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ScaLE4nMudI/AAAAAAAAArI/OcaNYpVLDnM/s1600-h/Priya+n+mira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ScaLE4nMudI/AAAAAAAAArI/OcaNYpVLDnM/s400/Priya+n+mira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316089326189984210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Priya Kumari Verma or shall we say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primay Verms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xD hahah! Happy Happy 18th Birthday! I miss you! We been through so much. Sorry I didn't have a more recent picture of you. Okay maybe I did but i was definitly too lazy to look for it. xD Anyway, the pic I'm using now holds such sweet memories so i had to use it haha. Well we all looked good that day =P We've been friends for a few years now and we always have fun together. I'm happy I met you! Although it's very random how we started hanging out with each other. I'll look forward to more more happy moments that we can cherish together! Don't forget to invite me to your party if you have one. Love love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;By the way, I purposely put you AFTER Yuki. Muahaha. and the only reason his is longer is cause it's in two different languages haha Love you happy birthday! &lt;/span&gt;xD &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*runs and hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SceeBR2xTnI/AAAAAAAAArY/DfiAXStjFE4/s1600-h/senga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SceeBR2xTnI/AAAAAAAAArY/DfiAXStjFE4/s400/senga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316391629944344178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My net's still being sucky so this is the best i could find. Nyeh. Anyway, Happy Birthday Sen-chan! You are the only one i really look forward to seeing in Kis-My-Ft2. ^^ To me you always stand out. I love your smile! it's so cute. One day when I can, I shall meet you and the rest of your bandmates and everyone else in johnny's! I'll work hard for it. I hope you have a great birthday. You're 18! We're born in the same year! but heh you're not yet an adult =P pity you. Well I really hope to meet you some day. Best wishes! Please have more solos and performances &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(since that's the only place i can see you)&lt;/span&gt;. Bye now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Horiuchi Yuki, Priya Kumari Verma &amp;amp; Senga Kento-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6921071944954453663?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6921071944954453663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6921071944954453663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6921071944954453663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6921071944954453663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/snowing-in-my-heart-xd.html' title='Snowing In My Heart. xD'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SceeA2ON5tI/AAAAAAAAArQ/avAG0QJ_Bo0/s72-c/P1000353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-4993650628750900666</id><published>2009-03-21T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:10:18.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Rainbows.</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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ScPMMDVbPQI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MBiBPH327Q4/s1600-h/takeru_sato_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ScPMMDVbPQI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MBiBPH327Q4/s400/takeru_sato_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315316492652985602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! An idol's birthday, someone who isn't a member of Johnny's! haha. This is a first. Well.. dear Takeru Sato. Happy 20th birthday. Hatachi no tanjyobi omedeto! You're LEGAL! Finally eyh? haha you can smoke, drink and whatever else. As a Japanese you are finally an adult deshou? Well I have some advice. I've only really ever seen you act in Princess Princess D, so my advice to you is NEVER do that again. =.='' haha! Granted you're hot and very pretty but never put on a dress again OR even act gay. It was damn funny to watch but STILL!! owh yeah I shall watch more of you from now on just as soon as i can find dramas of you and buy em xD (for that i need money). Anyway please continue doing your best from now on. I'll look forward to seeing more of you. Ganbatte ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Happy Birthday Takeru Sato-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-4993650628750900666?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/4993650628750900666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=4993650628750900666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4993650628750900666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/4993650628750900666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-idols-birthday-someone-who-isnt.html' title='Sugar Rainbows.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/ScPMMDVbPQI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MBiBPH327Q4/s72-c/takeru_sato_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3404723403403667979</id><published>2009-03-17T01:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:14:44.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tama tama. Ball?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sb6RmzSmmWI/AAAAAAAAAqo/UCpWAJd0XQI/s1600-h/Tamamori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sb6RmzSmmWI/AAAAAAAAAqo/UCpWAJd0XQI/s400/Tamamori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844706133055842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well.. here's another JE boy celebrating his birthday! Tamamori Yuta! He's from the junior group Kis-My-Ft2! Still hasn't debuted. Maji de.. Johnny-san.. nani wo matteiru no? *sigh* Well Tama-chan!! you're mecha mecha kawaii.. Of course I think Senga is the best in KMF2 but you come in a close second! haha! I really like watching your performances. It's so full of energy. I love 'Smile' most of all! My favourite KMF2 song! I seriously hope you guys debut soon. You've been a junior group for wayyy too long. Okay with the change to KMF2 from KMF i guess you're not that old a group yet? but hey! ya'll should have debuted a long time ago! How long must you waittt.. I seriously have no idea what drama's you've acted in.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; you've acted in any. *sigh* wish i had all the knowledge. I'll look for your dramas. Anyway I hope you have your best birthday thus far today. Wish I could wish you face to face amongst other members as well.. (maybe someday).. Tama-chan, 19 no tanjoubi omedeto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another picture of Tama-chan! Mecha kakkoi~~ Kyaa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sb6RnS0bJMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/U1dstZ0Lon8/s1600-h/Tamamori02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sb6RnS0bJMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/U1dstZ0Lon8/s400/Tamamori02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844714596410562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Tamamori Yuta-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-3404723403403667979?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3404723403403667979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3404723403403667979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3404723403403667979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3404723403403667979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-well.html' title='Tama tama. Ball?'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sb6RmzSmmWI/AAAAAAAAAqo/UCpWAJd0XQI/s72-c/Tamamori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-7163800864282930927</id><published>2009-03-16T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:53:37.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take step forward. Keep moving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It's so exciting to see your future laid out in front of you. After my results being good enough to keep me moving forward I've been basking in my happiness of how close I am to achieving what I want most. It may be extremely farfetched or maybe impossible to achieve but it doesn't make me want it any less knowing how improbable the fact of achieving it actually is. I'm not going to just sit on my ass and hope for the best. I'm finally here. Over with High School and with my whole life ahead of me. I'm gonna work for it. For that future I've always hoped and wished for. If i were to just sit and do nothing, seriously what would i be achieving? Absolutely nothing. My future would be even further away from me than it is at this moment. For the rest of my time i will have a lot to do. So much more to do. So little time to do it. All in all i'm just really thankful for having been able to keep moving forward instead of being forced to repeat the life that I hated so much just a year ago. I'm really excited now. New experiences. New people. No more same old drama and hate from the same people. It's time for me to move forward now. Although this new life will only start in a few more months I'm still looking forward to it with all my heart because this will take me even closer to where I want to be and to what I want to do. It may seem so far now but it's finally come a step closer. Even though it's far at least it's closer than before. Not close enough for me to feel quite yet but I can finally see it. The road that I've been planning on taking for years now is finally in front of me. My life is now finally in front me. I can finally take back everything and have my own life back. It's finally come my time. I won't let anyone destroy this. I won't let anyone take this away from me. No matter what.. This is what I want. This is my life. I'll do everything I can to achieve the best. I'm taking charge and moving forward.  I'm finally moving toward my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-My Time Has Come-&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/2604688509941235727-7163800864282930927?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/7163800864282930927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=7163800864282930927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7163800864282930927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7163800864282930927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-step-forward-keep-moving.html' title='Take step forward. Keep moving.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-8811881036970300260</id><published>2009-03-13T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:15:50.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naka NakaKen Da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sbk5kLZW8lI/AAAAAAAAAqg/q9Zmnyraz1U/s1600-h/Nakajimakento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sbk5kLZW8lI/AAAAAAAAAqg/q9Zmnyraz1U/s400/Nakajimakento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312340529157435986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy 15th Birthday Nakaken!! The CUTEST (hands down) member of B.I.Shadow!! Look at that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;smile!&lt;/span&gt; It's soooo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*melts*&lt;/span&gt; x] I really enjoyed watching you on Scrap Teacher as Minobe Kento. Seriously the whole bullying to act all mean and "cool" was so awesome. It made it so worth it to watch. Although you did hurt my Yuto! But because you're just so adorable! you're forgiven. xD In reality in the show you guys were sweethearts. Too bad you didn't get as many lines as Misaski though. Oh well. I'm still waiting for more appearances from B.I.Shadow! Waiting so patiently. There's barely any press around you guys. There needs to be more! A whole lot more! A whole truck full! haha! I hope you come out with your own original songs and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, Nakaken! need solos! Lots of solos like your darling senpai Yabu xD. Hope to see lots more from you guys and will definitely search for nicer pictures of you and then i'll have a whole picture spam especially for you guys! Have an awesome birthday! May all your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Nakajima Kento-&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/2604688509941235727-8811881036970300260?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/8811881036970300260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=8811881036970300260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8811881036970300260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8811881036970300260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/naka-nakaken-da.html' title='Naka NakaKen Da!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/Sbk5kLZW8lI/AAAAAAAAAqg/q9Zmnyraz1U/s72-c/Nakajimakento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5091309606620648834</id><published>2009-03-07T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:34:29.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SbFak_33waI/AAAAAAAAAqY/iI96gU1hBTE/s1600-h/Kikuchi+Fuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SbFak_33waI/AAAAAAAAAqY/iI96gU1hBTE/s400/Kikuchi+Fuma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310125027314090402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Happy (14th) Birthday to Kikuchi Fuma from Johnny's Entertainment &amp;amp; Jr group B.I.Shadow! Fcuk! You're soo young but owhh so cute. Omgosh! you remind me so much of Yuto!! SERIOUSLYYYY!! You're like Yuto #2 xD haha! I really enjoyed &lt;s&gt;looking at you &lt;/s&gt; your acting in Scrap Teacher! I was always asking myself omgosh who are those three bullies??!! &lt;s&gt;they're so cute!&lt;/s&gt; they're so mean to Yuto! and when I finally found out......shock of my life.. You're younger than Yuto! Way out of my league =P Anyway your part as Kusumoto Fuma was awesome! Ahh the drama would have been so different without you.. Not enough &lt;s&gt;eye candy&lt;/s&gt; good talent. I'm seriously waiting for more performances from B.I.Shadow!! Johnny-san better make B.I.Shadow last xD I'll be waiting for a lot more from you so ganbatte ne?! Hope You have an awesome day today. Otanjoubi Omedeto Kikuchi-kun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Kikuchi Fuma-&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/2604688509941235727-5091309606620648834?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5091309606620648834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5091309606620648834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5091309606620648834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5091309606620648834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscent.html' title='Reminiscent.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SbFak_33waI/AAAAAAAAAqY/iI96gU1hBTE/s72-c/Kikuchi+Fuma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-8576424554998829916</id><published>2009-03-05T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:18:03.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe.</title><content type='html'>Hmm a bit of a catch up I guess.. I should start blogging again I guess. I'm just not in the mood since nothing much is happening really. Nyeh. Anyway went out last sat with Dira, Hilmy, Alethea and Priya. Well Priya was basically only there for lunch then she ciaoed so yeah haha. We watched 'Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-li' It was a good movie but some parts were kinda left hanging. It's okay though. Now I'm waiting for Dragon Ball to come out. Whee~ Aly we are so going! Anyway other than that I went out last Tuesday as well. This time it was with Choo &amp;amp; Michelle. We met Hollie at Taylors hartamas though and then he joined us. Then we went to Help College where they played foosball and we picked up Gar Jun. He's so adorable seriously haha. After that we went to the curve where we were SUPPOSED to watch a movie but we all had to ciao early so Choo, Gar Jun &amp;amp; Hollie went to shisha and me and Michelle went to the anime shop. Tak sah if i go to the curve and don't go there okay! xD After that Gar Jun &amp;amp; Hollie went back and Choo met up with Michelle and I. We played foosball upstairs. First time I played (not really but can be considered la) and I SUCKED. Very much so. haha! After the owh so very funny and pointless foosball game we went to get ice cream and ate it in the car at the parking lot. =.='' After that we went home. Hmm yeah. I also went out today. Went to Aji Don in Plaza Damas. Had to wait almost an hour for Li and the rest to come. We talked and laughed etc etc. There really was no point in meeting up but I missed them so it was nice to see them. Plus Adrien's off to NS soon. Damn. He's gonna be darkk.. Not gonna be as good looking as he is now LOL. After a few hours in Plaza Damas where they said I was being effing quiet (I didn't know what to say! next time ah I'll talk non-stop xD) , Adrien dropped us at Liyana's house and of course I had my normal talking session with Li filling her in with all the details of uhh syaza's life? hahahah! Since I don't have ANYTHING happening in my own. Haha anyway I always tell Li so yeahh.. Anyway me loves you SYA!! Chill la dowh! Take your time man. It's like you're bulldosing your way into a relationship xD you need to take a breather. Come follow me, breathe in *breathes in* breathe out *breathes out*. Good. Now stop doing stupid things and seriously think about it! =.= Tsk tsk. Haha but seriously. Think about it. It's not fair you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-8576424554998829916?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/8576424554998829916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=8576424554998829916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8576424554998829916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8576424554998829916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2299701023215735512</id><published>2009-02-26T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:18:29.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feb.</title><content type='html'>Lets catch up on the things that have been happening in my life shall we? Well since I stopped writing in January. Hmm I shall tell you how my February has been then! I can remember every single time I've gone out this month. Which has been 4 times! haha! Okie first was with Syaza to buy tickets for Sunburst. Woooo~~ We met at BSC cause there was the Gaza charity Bazaar there and I was meeting my cousins because they were voluteers and my auntie aswell. My mom bought me the prettiest pair of jeans I've ever seen. anyway after Syaza arrived we went upstairs to actors studio where they were selling tickets but it was closed so we had to go elsewhere.. I said bye to my cousins then I followed Sya &amp;amp; Lissa to The curve where we went to rock corner to buy the tickets then went to Big Apple Doughnuts cause I was craving xD then we met Azwan.. Whee go Lissa! Apparently I look like a boy in KYUEM. NYEH! Anyway after that Azwan went somewhere and we went to 1901 to get hot dogs! Yum! After buying hot dogs we went home to Syaza's place cause her mom needed the car. We ate our hot dogs nicely at home and then we sent Lissa home and I watched her movie with Azwan and damn it was a a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;CORN&lt;/span&gt;.. Owh so much corn xD but funny. It was nice laaaa.. hahah! After that we went back to Syaza's place.. Talked, then Sya went to sleep and I waited for my brother. When he arrived it was close to 1 am. My mom had been calling both of us cause she was freaking out cause i was supposed to be home early because throughout all this I was actually sick! haha! Had a flu. Whatever. I left Sya without waking her cause i didn't wanna disturb her =) My day ended with my brother feeling guilty for being late hahaha! When I got home however I refused to sleep so i tried my luck in calling Talib. we finally worked things out. =) The pointless quarrel over nothing finally came to an end. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Iman's bday party which was on the 13th.. Mhhmm.. yeah whatever.  Anyway on the day of Iman's birthday I went to Midvalley at like 12.30. Met up with Liyana and hung out with her, we watched Pink panther 2. Effing funny weyh! seriously! I miss Li now. Anyway after the movie I had to wait for Hari to finish work cause I had to follow him home. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Can you believe he had the nerve of wanting to leave me alone in the shopping mall and get me to get a cab alone to go to the LRT because he didn't want me to go to his grandma's place.. Effing stupid. X_X! &lt;/span&gt;Anyway while waiting li and I went walking around seriously pointlessly until we sat down somewhere and just talked. I love talking to her. It's a ton of fun. ^^ After hanging with Li, at 6 I went to meet Hari. We took the bus (first and last time for me i hope) to the bangsar LRT. Where we walked to his house. Men are scum. Stop looking at me! I was wearing long jeans and a freaking jacket! What? you guys have x-ray vision is it?! perverts! Anyway got to Hari's house where he bathed and changed and bla bla bla. There really was no need for me to go to Midvalley that day because I only went because Hari wanted someone to go with him immediately after his work and change there and whatever but HEH! that didn't happen and he didn't even tell me until that day. X_X Which is why he wanted me to go on my own with a cab. He didn't want me to follow him home. Grr. Not my fault right! Nyeh! Anyway! After getting ready we went to the LRT, met up with Mark then took the LRT to KLCC, where i changed from jacket to vest and then walked to Sky bar @ Traders Hotel where the party was being held. In the elevator on our way i changed from flip flops to heels. xD When we got there Mark wasn't allowed in because he was wearing shorts and there was a dresscode, Smart casual. Which Iman didn't tell us about. So then they had to figure that problem out.. So Mark had to sit upstairs and those who hadn't eaten yet followed him. Owh and being in a bar, we weren't allowed to drink. Awesome ain't it? =.=  So anyway we were seperated from the rest. Me, Mark, Priya, Gan &amp;amp; Hari. We were eating upstairs and hey really i didn't mind it. I was happy. Those who know me whould know why *wink* haha! Anyway most of the night was spent doing nothing but taking pictures. Nyeh. Then at 11 something, not even 12 yet, we all went home. I had to follow Talib home.. so we hitched a ride with Iman. Heh. My parents picked me up at like 1 something. GRR! &amp;amp; I forgot to take the eng driving text book from talib. Rawr! Other things happened too &amp;amp; no they weren't good. Friday the 13th. I curse you and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I went out was Dira's bday on the 20th of Feb. I didn't do anything the whole day till her party. Now that was a ton of fun! Whee~~ Her party I mean. I came late la of course. That's usually how it goes for bday parties.. For outings on the other hand. I'm usually early. Haha. Anyway got there at 9 when it started at 8. Gosh I was hungry! kept eating and eating! I ate a lot! Wooo.. Food! Anyway we ate dinner.. They ordered liquor. I ordered no drinks alcoholic cause I was being stingy. Pay for own alcoholic drinks was the rule so no drinks for me haha! After dinner and their drinking (which dira got high after taking a few sips =.='') We cut the cake. It was so sparkly xD then Dira got her flaming lambhorgini then we started dancing! Whee~~ It was a ton ton ton of fun! Of course they were playing oldies at first so we were kinda lost then when they brought out more current songs we went all out! WOOOO~~!! Seriously tons of fun.. I drank what was left of dira's drink which was basically the whole glass and what was left of hari's drink which was basically ice water by the time i drank it xD and some of the flaming lambhorgini which tastes like antibiotic eughh.. So without having to buy my own drink I still got to drink nyeahahah! I still didn't feel high though so couldn't go all out but still had an awesome time after so long ^^ After Dira's party I followed Michelle home. Choo called her so we were talking to choo on the phone, Basically talking crap then my parents came and I went home. I miss MICHELLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last outing was day b4 yesterday. I went to Midvalley. Again. *sigh* Hari had his day off so he invited us out. It was me, Dira, Ely, Hari &amp;amp; Julian. First it was me, Hari &amp;amp; Dira. We went to get food at McD to sneak into the cinema because the movie was supposed to start at 1.15 and by that time it was already 12.30 so no time to have lunch somewhere.. So after buying food and putting it in our respective handbags xD We went to collect the tickets. When we went to pick up the tickets the midget dude behind the counter said that the movie was starting at 1.45 so we were like Hari!! you said 1.15!! Tralalala. Then we went back to McD to eat our food ah. Me and Hari shared a 20 piece nugget box LOL. After lunch Ely &amp;amp; Julian arrived. We told them the movie was actually at 1.45 and they started scolding Hari oso la! hahaha because they rushed. Since we still had time we went to Vincci to see a pair of heels Dira wanted to buy.. then we went back up la.. And when we got to the cinema.. the dude said owhh this one not yet. So we waited outside for awhile.. I was looking at the tickets and on the tickets it said 1.15 so i was quite shocked ah.. I showed it to hari and he was proving to everyone that he wasn't wrong. hahah! So we just waited and talked.. Then like 15 minutes passed and Dira was asking the dude about the cinema.. He wouldn't let us in.. So then she just told him to let us is la.. So he tore the tickets and we went in.. when we got there the movie was already half way through like WTF! So we went back out and Ely asked the ticket tearer dude who his manager was and he gave us a fuck face and gave us attitude.. and gave us fucked answers. Then we went back to the ticket counter la.. We met this lady who said she couldn't give us refunds but could change our movie.. So we opted to watch Benjamin Button but Julian couldn't so he was the only one who was refunded his money.. We had to leave him outside.. We felt so bad.. The movie was so long.. Dira left half way cause she already watched it b4. Then when the movie was over we were frozen! Damn cold. We went outside and met up with Dira who came with hilmy.. hmm. By this time Julian already went. Kesian him la. After that we went to Italiannies for Ely's lunch. She damn nice weyhh.. Thanks for the food! ^^ While we were eating we were playing truth or dare using Hilmy's phone. it was effing pointless but funny hahaha! After lunch we went walking around looking for a bday present for my maid since yesterday was her bday. I bought her a necklace, bracelet and earrings ^^ After that was done.. We went to BV cause Dira wanted to go. We didn't do anything really, went upstairs.. Went to Thomas Sabo then went back downstairs to Coffee Bean and just sat down and talked while waiting for our rides.. Since the rest of us were going back with Dira we had to wait for Ely to go back. Khairi was picking her up. When he arrived there was someone in the car with him. He was HOT!! hahaha! xD After that we went back with Dira. Dropped Hari at home and then dropped Hilmy then they dropped me at Auntie Rodi's house. After that I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for going out but but YESTERDAY! 25th Feb was Kak Maimun's birthday! WHEE~~ My mom made a butter cake in the shape of a heart but she thought it was for fun.. After Japanese class on the way home we went to Giant to get candles.. Then when I got home I asked for dinner.. Then while she was preparing dinner I took the cake in the microwave and brought it to my parent's room. We put the candles on hoping that by the time we were done she'd be outside with my food so we could surprise her but by the time we were done she was already back downstairs xD So i had to go down.. I said "Papa panggil kat atas" So then i ran up as she walked up and i was like "she coming she's coming" My mom was awkwardly trying to hide o.O haha! Then when she came we said happy birthday! And her reaction was "sape?" We were like Kakak la! x_x hahaha! Then she started laughing.. and we started singing her happy bday! she was standing away from the cake i pushed her towards it ahaha! Then she blew out the candles and said she wanted to cry.. then i said kejap3.. I went to my room and got the preset which i nicely put into a cute little box. All three items.. Then I gave it to her.. She opened it and started crying x] I was so happy! WHeee! I love her!! She's the most awesome maid in the world! &amp;amp; that's all from me. Stories are OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-I did nothing on Valentines-&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/2604688509941235727-2299701023215735512?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2299701023215735512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2299701023215735512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2299701023215735512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2299701023215735512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-feb.html' title='My Feb.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-8649880173063941185</id><published>2009-02-26T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:01:18.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste My Time For Awhile</title><content type='html'>100 truths, tag 10 people to do the same. Don't forget to tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage → Water&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call → Mariche -LTSC-&lt;br /&gt;Last text message → Dee&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to →Hey! Say! 7 - I wo Kure&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried→ Yesterday while watching a dorama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated someone twice → mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on  →&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha! Now that's a funny story but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it → Golly gee I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Lost someone special→ Sirikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen out of love → I haven't had anything close to love in almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Met someone who changed your life → I haven't met anybody new.&lt;br /&gt;Found out someone was talking about you → Most likely syaza, she does that when talking to other people. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people on your top friends do you know in real life? → All?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets → Yeah 4 cats, 2 dogs and uncountable fish.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to change your name → I do. I wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today →&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 12 pm&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night → Eating cake.&lt;br /&gt;Name something you cannot wait for → Cake.&lt;br /&gt;The last time you saw your father→ A few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you wish you could change→ The problems I have with my body.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;What's getting on your nerves right now → My father.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What's your name → Tunku Amira Zahra.&lt;br /&gt;Elementary/Primary School → SKBD&lt;br /&gt;Middle/Secondary School → SMKSH&lt;br /&gt;High School →&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SMKSH&lt;br /&gt;Hair color → Brown Blonde Green?&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long or short → Not long enough, Not short enough.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak → Seriously no.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty → Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FIRSTS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First surgery → Never had one.&lt;br /&gt;First piercing → 3 Years old!&lt;br /&gt;First best friend → Syaza.&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined → What's sports? xD&lt;br /&gt;First pet → Scruffy.&lt;br /&gt;First vacation → I swear i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CURRENTLY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Drinking → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Waiting → for prince charming. Nakajima Yuto! (i'll hv to wait forever =.=)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want kids? → Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married?→ It's a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind? → Psychologist/Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger → Hahahaha! Nyeh. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Drank Wine/Beer/alcohol → Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Lost glasses/contacts → mmhhmm.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home →&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nevah. I'm a good girl. xD&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart → for that i sincerely am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested → no no no no.&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died → yeah.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself  → It depends.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles → Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight → You kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven → It's there.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first date→ No.&lt;br /&gt;Angels → Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yuto dake soba ni ite hoshi.&lt;br /&gt;Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → NOO.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? → He's the most awesome. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I TAG WHOEVER WHO READS THIS USELESS THING.&lt;br /&gt;*PLEASE AND THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-8649880173063941185?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/8649880173063941185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=8649880173063941185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8649880173063941185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8649880173063941185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/02/waste-my-time-for-awhile.html' title='Waste My Time For Awhile'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-8232129465086807389</id><published>2009-02-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:28:01.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bash!</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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SaRH7_dHw1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/HCT8RyZR3zQ/s1600-h/Bash.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SaRH7_dHw1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/HCT8RyZR3zQ/s400/Bash.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306445356920718162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING! xD We have been friends since? Form 2. Not long enough but acceptable. Okay admitted we started out a bit freaky weird but hey we're awesome now kan?! hehe. I wouldn't change anything about our past but I do wish you'd have a little more faith in me. =) Whatever it is I still love you anyway. You're really staright forward which can be both a good and bad thing but it's just who you are. Wouldn't have you any other way. I hate the way you mimic me when I say something though. That's annoying you know! hahhaa. Well I get my revenge with sarcasm so we're fair. Hehe. You were the most awesome cause you actually bought me something I wanted and spent quite a lot for my birthday present. I can only do the same for you. =) So tell me what you want ASAP! Then we can go out and get it. =D I miss you a bunch you know! Haven't see you in ages! I seriously need my license. Gah. Soon soon. Happy Happy 18th Birthday Baby Bash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Ahmad Bashar-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-8232129465086807389?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/8232129465086807389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=8232129465086807389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8232129465086807389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/8232129465086807389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-bash.html' title='Baby Bash!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SaRH7_dHw1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/HCT8RyZR3zQ/s72-c/Bash.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1187554461408143057</id><published>2009-02-20T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:18:15.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood &amp; Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SZ2rZlB5ObI/AAAAAAAAAqA/VyU7yNEZ5EQ/s1600-h/dira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SZ2rZlB5ObI/AAAAAAAAAqA/VyU7yNEZ5EQ/s400/dira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304584392037448114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira!! Happy Birthday my dear dear DEAR niece. We've had a lot of fun these past few years since we've started hanging out. We share a TON of memories together. Remember all those times i used to make fun of you? Oh wait. I still do! hahah! I'll never forget all those times when you're lame and well I'm usually either lame WITH you or laugh AT you. In any case I love you very very much and I hold our times together very precious to me. We may not be AS close as we were before but you're still one of my most dearest friends and I only hope that you'll be happy. If you need anything just tell me kay and i'll be there in a blink of an eye. LOVE YOU DIRA!! SO VERY VERY VERY MUCH! Take care always and have a great day! xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SZ2rZQhWS0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Ta0gnADCSEw/s1600-h/syahir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SZ2rZQhWS0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Ta0gnADCSEw/s400/syahir.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304584386532232002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you! I've known you practically my whole life! Since what? we were 4? 5? SHEET! I don't even remember anymore. Well Happy Birthday sayang. I'm sure you'll have an awesome day with your Honey LOL. Thanks for thanking me twice! I really really miss you! I want to see you SOON! Call me whenever you're in my neighbourhood. Owh! &amp;amp; I'd like to thank you for being there to listen to me when I needed someone and it was always fun to tell you about Syaza then tell Syaza about you xD it was funny to see you guys react. Anyway I LOVE YOU! BEST FRIENDS FOREVER TAU. You can't run away from me. I'm serious. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Nadira Aaraa Aziz Montaz &amp;amp; Syahir Afiq-&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/2604688509941235727-1187554461408143057?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1187554461408143057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1187554461408143057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1187554461408143057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1187554461408143057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-time.html' title='Blood &amp; Time.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SZ2rZlB5ObI/AAAAAAAAAqA/VyU7yNEZ5EQ/s72-c/dira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-9079294414719821531</id><published>2009-02-19T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:01:23.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HENG Yourself.</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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SZxJa772A_I/AAAAAAAAApw/EdHymT2uxKs/s1600-h/05112008%28027%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SZxJa772A_I/AAAAAAAAApw/EdHymT2uxKs/s400/05112008%28027%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304195188249723890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To Miss Rachel Heng. (I'm still not over this) GO HANG YOURSELF! xD Well my dear you are now 18!! Eyhh can go clubbing!! (at certain places only xD) Can smoke! but you don't and DON'T YOU DARE or the last words you'll ever say is "AMIRA?? WEIYAHHHH!!" xD OMG HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We may not have known each other for long. Since? form 4. Dang! so short! Eyh you better contact me until you turn 60 okie! No no until the day you die oso don't stop contacting me! You die oso haunt me la! If not I'll come after you when I die. haha! Anyway, we may not have known each other long but we've definitly had A TON of fun together! All those times making fun of Hari, hurting Hari &amp;amp; laughing at Hari. I'll never forget them haha! and of course you trademark "weiyah!!". Be my friend forever and ever and ever okay? =D Love you loads. Happy Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Rachel Heng See Min-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-9079294414719821531?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/9079294414719821531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=9079294414719821531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/9079294414719821531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/9079294414719821531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/02/heng-yourself.html' title='HENG Yourself.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SZxJa772A_I/AAAAAAAAApw/EdHymT2uxKs/s72-c/05112008%28027%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5717967295495371885</id><published>2009-01-31T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:29:27.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four in One.</title><content type='html'>Since I'm not going anywhere today I thought that I should start talking about my experiences this week. Those that I've been ignoring lately. So last Tuesday I slept over at Syaza's place. I was going to stay there till Thursday. We went out Tuesday night and also planned to go out the next day. On Tuesday night we went to Lepaq. We met up with Li &amp;amp; Fatin &amp;amp; Fatin's cousin. The funny thing about it is that we saw everyone from Bangi and a ton of other people we knew! Haha! Syahir and his whole gang was there! Except for Aan la. He just came back from Bali apparently. DTTR was performing at Lepaq so the rest of them were supporting. Other than them Kuchik was there at Lepaq as well. The rest were Roy, Khairi, KA and others ah. It was so funny! The whole place was basically packed with people WE knew! and both Syaza and my "Unreachable Princes" (two different people but have the same birthdate O.O)  were there! It was so funny! After that we went to pavilion to watch Bride Wars (midnight movie) and we got hit on at the pop corn counter like WTF. I ate one whole large salty popcorn all on my own! xD It was one hell of a night. Had fun. The next day we became sooo lazy. We didn't wanna go out and wtv so I just came home. Haha like a day early. xD I was just too lazy la! My gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekly experience was last Thursday. Went to OU with the old gang from school. It was fun la. It was for Hari's Birthday! yeay! Happy Birthday! Anyway we hung out, watched bride wars hung out somemore. Basically we ate a lot. I know I did xD I'm currently having a craving for sweets nyeh. We didn't do much. We didn't know what to do. Basically our time was spent roaming around trying to figure out what to do haha! Hari wouldn't let me go home early so I had to stay for dinner. In the end &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; didn't even stay for dinner. Elyza paid for my dinner. Thanks Ely! Love ya. =) Well that was basically that day. We took some picturesss.. wheeee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Yesterday was fun! Okie I had to wake up really early cause I was going to my grandparents house for lunch. My brother had to send me. I was meeting my cousin there so yeah. I was there at 2 and she came at almost 4! rawr. So after she got there we went to BSC to have lunch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for her la cause I already ate lunch at my grandparents) &lt;/span&gt;but she forced me to eat something! So I ordered a Tiramisu cake. It was really nice but HUGE and I ate majority of it plus half of Minzy's sandwhich. Gosh I was stuffed weyh! Then she brought me to Cold Storage to buy Junk food to eat while watching our movie at home. She damn bengong ok! She didn't know where the basket was and she didn't know how to shop either. She said an Apple was a Pear! Tsk tsk haha! She simply took junkfood and put it in the basket and scolded me because I didn't take anything. I also found out that she didn't know how to make MICROWAVE POPCORN! haiyoooooo. So when we got home I had to teach her how to do it. =.='' We watched "What happens in Vegas" It's nice. Seriously. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sorry ah i damn ketinggalan zaman. blame spm) &lt;/span&gt;After that we watched gossip girls episode 15&amp;amp;16 of season 2 and ate mcD. She was stuffing me i tell you! We simply had a lazy day in her house. I'm going to sleepover next week. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Today? I was supposed to go to Hari's place in Cheras for his Birthday Dinner but last minute I ended up having no transport. My parents brought me to some Chinese New year lunch just now and for the rest of the day I shall be at home.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry Hari for not being there tonight. Have a ton of fun without me yeah?! I'll seriously make it up to you somehow. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-From Day to Day-&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/2604688509941235727-5717967295495371885?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5717967295495371885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5717967295495371885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5717967295495371885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5717967295495371885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-im-not-going-anywhere-today-i.html' title='Four in One.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-3652993562727940501</id><published>2009-01-31T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:43:01.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Nothing About You. You Just Are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating in awhile (who I'm saying this to I've no idea xD) I've been so lazy. I'm just in such a lazy mood to do anything. Anyway I'll talk about what's been happening another time as for right now it's time to say Happy Birthday to someone.. That some one is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Yabu Kota!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SYNVqvk3r6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/-DWHU9zdhV0/s1600-h/Yabu01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SYNVqvk3r6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/-DWHU9zdhV0/s400/Yabu01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297171779531812770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well a very Happy 19th birthday to Yabu-kun and hope there are lots and lots more to come. DAIKON!! xD I'm sure you're asleep right now after having a really great party with all your friends (I'm just guessing). Tomorrow you're going to work. Maybe give a concert somewhere or have a lazy day just like I'm having nowadays! LOL. I've had some awesome awesome times writing about you with ryc. We make the nicest stories about you and the rest of HSJ. Wish it were all real. I'd die happy. There wouldn't be a need for my 18th birthday haha! You're so awesome. I haven't yet seen a drama with you in it but I look forward to doing so. Just wait till I get some money and get out of this lazy state. Will definitly put all my effort into it (I should do that for driving instead =.=). Anyway Hope you have an awesome awesome 19th birthday! Ganbatte ne Yabu-kun. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Yabu Kota-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-3652993562727940501?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/3652993562727940501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=3652993562727940501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3652993562727940501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/3652993562727940501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-nothing-about-you-you-just-are.html' title='There&apos;s Nothing About You. You Just Are.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SYNVqvk3r6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/-DWHU9zdhV0/s72-c/Yabu01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-7332442835408560942</id><published>2009-01-29T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:48:55.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late But On Time.</title><content type='html'>Time for some Birthday Wishes!! Okay so today is the Birthday of one of my closest friends. Happy Birthday Hari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SYRAsvkMV5I/AAAAAAAAApY/Id8dJdnpYz4/s1600-h/Haribday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SYRAsvkMV5I/AAAAAAAAApY/Id8dJdnpYz4/s400/Haribday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297430199121237906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've known each other since form 2 when I randomly went to the front of your desk and squatted down like a little girl and said "Hi" LOL. If I hadn't done that in form 2 I doubt that we would be friends now. Well we've known each other for a mere 4 years now and we've gotten along really well except for those little slip ups now and then. Haha. We always get through them though. =) We're such opposites in so many ways. We don't like a lot of the same things but hey they say opposites attract eyh? We've had a lot of fun together these last few years. You were my fashion consultant for most of those occasions haha. You're always pissing me off and I you. Well we annoy each other, it's kinda our job. Haha. It's just not right if we don't. I'll always be here for you though whenever you need me. You see! I'm so nice to you xD Lol! Anyway hope you had a great GREAT Birthday! Happy Happy 18th birthday Herane aka Blair aka Rosalie xD May all your wishes be fulfilled this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list. Also born today is Hideto Takarai or more known as HYDE the lead singer of L'Arc~en~Ciel!! (don't ask me, I dunno what it means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SYRD8ipktMI/AAAAAAAAApg/e2rS66R01go/s1600-h/Hyde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SYRD8ipktMI/AAAAAAAAApg/e2rS66R01go/s320/Hyde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297433769066935490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The psychotic thing about it is that he's turning 40!! Holy shiznit. Hyde, You were the FIRST ever Japanese singer that I fell in love with. All because of your movie Moon Child. Shit that was a good movie haha! You and Gackt together. So sweet! Since then I've been a fan but not major crazy obsessed la. Just like you only la xD I listen to L'Arc~en~Ciel every now and then but not all the time. Your songs are really nice though! I like daybreak's bell. Gundam 00 weyh! Awesome awesome hope you had an awesome birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;-Happy Birhday to Hariharan A/L Arasu &amp;amp; Hideto Takarai-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-7332442835408560942?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/7332442835408560942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=7332442835408560942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7332442835408560942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7332442835408560942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-but-on-time.html' title='Late But On Time.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SYRAsvkMV5I/AAAAAAAAApY/Id8dJdnpYz4/s72-c/Haribday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2751049118563672187</id><published>2009-01-25T17:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:48:09.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr "Kakkoi" &amp; SakuRAP.</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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXw2ZuC8AAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b1cNxL-fb_o/s1600-h/Taufiq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXw2ZuC8AAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b1cNxL-fb_o/s400/Taufiq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295167077365841922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since you're always trying to speak to me in Japanese.. Let's see if I can return the favour. So I shall say things in Japanese starting.....NOW. Hajime! Otanjyoubi Omedeto Taufiq! Ima anata wa 21-sai desu dakara ima anata no koto nanimo dekiru yo ne. Club ni hairimasu sorede osake to biiru wo nomimasu. Mondai wa zen zen nai. Ima otona ni narimashita dakara otona ni nareru yo! Anata wa mou kodomo janai. Sekinin wo uketomete! haha jodan yo jodan. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I shall torture you no more. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Translation: Happy Birthday Taufiq! You're now 21! You can do anything you want! Go into clubs and drink without any problems. You've become an adult so be an adult! You're not a kid anymore. Take responsibilty! haha just kidding!. xD&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I've known you for years and years and years.. okay maybe just years but I'll never forget the 1st day I met you. We stopped our whole hide and seek game because you stopped to EAT! haha! Tsk tsk tsk. xD You were one chubby kid but just like syahir.. you grew out of that and became effing tall! So it's all good. Haha. &lt;s&gt;I stole that picture from facebook.&lt;/s&gt; Look at your pic! You keep saying kakkoi to me so I made sure to put that in. It's my way of remembering you now! haha. Kakkoi = Taufiq. NOT! Jgn perasan ye? Anyway I'm sorry I didn't wish you at midnight. I didn't have your number and then just now apparently my brother told me you don't have a phone so there would have been  no point. Useless. Well whatever it is! HAPPY HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TAUFIQ!!!!!!! Have a blast! Anata wa tottemo kakkoi desu.. In your own weird and eccentric way xD Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It seems Taufiq isn't the only one celebrating his birthday today. We have a Jpop Idol becoming a year older!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXw8zUPG5zI/AAAAAAAAApA/zAN6PYeuN5M/s1600-h/sho01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXw8zUPG5zI/AAAAAAAAApA/zAN6PYeuN5M/s400/sho01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295174114183931698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sore wa Sakurai Sho-san desu! Otanjyoubi Omedeto! Sho-chan Sho-chan. Sho-chan Sugoi!. haha You're now turning.. 27 O.O wow so old! well It's ok. You still have a ton of fangirls in love with you. SakuRAP haha how cute is that?! Without your rapping in Arashi it would be so so SO incomplete. Hey Arashi's debut song "Arashi" was mostly your rapping. It would've been SO weird without you. Most definitly. I don't have much to say about you because well I'm not your biggest fan but I'm looking forward to another year filled with Arashi and all the Johnny's concerts! Hope you will be giving a lot more this year. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Taufiq Ismail &amp;amp; Sakurai Sho-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2751049118563672187?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2751049118563672187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2751049118563672187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2751049118563672187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2751049118563672187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-kakkoi-sakurap.html' title='Mr &quot;Kakkoi&quot; &amp; SakuRAP.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXw2ZuC8AAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b1cNxL-fb_o/s72-c/Taufiq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5219620552579101262</id><published>2009-01-22T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:56:14.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Love.</title><content type='html'>There are various reasons as to why I don't like relationships and couples. The reasons I don't like relationships are.. because of my tendency to only think about the other person and totally ignore my own feelings.. I tend to let that boyfriend who supposedly "loves" me so much to walk all over me and my heart like I'm just carpet. Wtf. Other than that I hate it how you get so jealous over the slightest things like "why is he talking to that girl?" "what is that girl to him?" "why does he always hang out with his friends.. what about me?" Well you can see how annoying that can be.. Whereas when they're just friends, you don't even give a damn. Next reason, how controlling a relationship can be. I mean you have to tell him where you're going, when you're going, who you're going with, how you're goin etc etc etc which is just so troublesome! Omgosh! &amp;amp; if you don't do it he'll get mad. Gah. Next, how jealous THEY can get. Then they'll get annoyed with your guy friends. In the end you might have to choose between the two like wtf. They're my friends. They were there first and they will still be there after you. So if you want me to choose then you can just forget it. It's easier just to pack your bags and leave cause that ain't gonna happen. Nyeh. Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I don't like couples is simple. I'm jealous. Yes I don't like relationships but hey you feel really nice knowing that you have someone to turn to whenever. Of course you have your best friends but it's not the same as sharing it with someone who makes you feel special and like your heart will burst out of your chest. You know. That person who makes you all nervous and makes you feel so warm inside knowing that he loves you. That type of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sigh. Yes, I want a relationship but I also don't want one. It's wonderful but also troublesome. It's soooo bittersweet. Therefore, I don't look for love. If it finds me then I'm fine with it. If it doesn't want me, I won't want it. Just go with the flow people. It's the only way cause that wonderful person who will sweep you off your feet? He's too hard to search for. So let him come to you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-5219620552579101262?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5219620552579101262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5219620552579101262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5219620552579101262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5219620552579101262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/bittersweet-love.html' title='Bittersweet Love.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6135853980450349415</id><published>2009-01-21T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:13:19.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E+Key. Sounds Like A Drug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXYBi7Eq4RI/AAAAAAAAAnU/RBiLaTnW7dQ/s1600-h/ekey+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXYBi7Eq4RI/AAAAAAAAAnU/RBiLaTnW7dQ/s400/ekey+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293420111505056018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish a very very very!!! HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY to Ekey!!! I hope you have a really great day today! Wish I could see you today xD but I don't think that's possible. Hmm lets see.. The first time I met you was when I was in form 2. We went to Midvalley! You were talking about how you were Hazim's bodyguard or something and followed him around everywhere! If you didn't know. I've had a crush on you since the first day I met you. You were always so funny and so charming with you being such a gentleman xD haha. It was a lot of fun going to Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast with you, Syaza &amp;amp; Rahimi. I'm glad that you were able to come. Owh I remember the time they threw you into the pool at Izzy's house. You had your phone in your pocket? haha and it was new! kesian. I've had a lot of great times with you guys. Hope it doesn't end so soon. Missing you loads. So much you've no idea. haha. Ekey! You owe me several birthday presents (same goes for me to you xD) and you owe me a date!! Don't forget! =P Again Have a HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY EKEY! Sorry I didn't have a picture of you alone. I did but I preferred this one lol. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;-Happy Birthday to Muhammad Zikri-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6135853980450349415?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6135853980450349415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6135853980450349415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6135853980450349415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6135853980450349415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/ekey-sounds-like-drug.html' title='E+Key. Sounds Like A Drug.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXYBi7Eq4RI/AAAAAAAAAnU/RBiLaTnW7dQ/s72-c/ekey+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-62992376605884014</id><published>2009-01-20T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:34:00.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Breaking Point.</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; it was only days ago that I introduced Yuffie right here in this blog. Now I'm going to have to say goodbye to her. Goodbye dear little Yuffie. It was nice while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;She's gone now to a better place. She doesn't have to feel anything bad anymore. She's free now. She can be with her brother. That's ok. She's better off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I don't know why I'm losing things one by one but losing her that's definitely hardest right now and then not having him to talk about it to definitely comes right in second place. Other things are just not worth mentioning but they have a big effect on me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I don't know why you had to leave me. I was waiting, just waiting, for you to grow. I had so many things I wanted to do with you, to you and for you. I wanted to make you the most spoilt cat in this house. Make you my own. If only you had grown. If only you could have grown. I wanted to see your eyes. So big so blue when you grew up. Just like Sirikit. I was gonna make you mine like how Sirikit was and this time I wasn't gonna make anymore mistakes but it's too late now. You've left me. Just like she did. You're both gone. I don't know what to do anymore. I miss you both. I need you both. Why did you have to leave me so fast? Why did you leave me here alone. I don't want to be alone. I want to be with you. I want you to be with me. I don't want this anymore. I've lost enough. Now I have to keep going on with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Dear Yuffie, If you happen to see my Sirikit. Please tell her that I love her so much and I'm missing her everyday she's not here. Be happy little one. Don't worry, I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-Keeping The Shattered Pieces Intact-&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/2604688509941235727-62992376605884014?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/62992376605884014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=62992376605884014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/62992376605884014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/62992376605884014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-breaking-point.html' title='At Breaking Point.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-6839652790994060838</id><published>2009-01-19T01:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:44:19.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honto Yuto?</title><content type='html'>Omgosh!!! I had the shock of my life. I've found the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;CREEPIEST&lt;/span&gt; picture of Yuto in the history of the world! &amp;amp; I'm going to share it with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVERY ONE&lt;/span&gt;..hehe. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXNn_vFHL1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/PzwfPftom6Y/s1600-h/Yuto29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXNn_vFHL1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/PzwfPftom6Y/s400/Yuto29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292688331757793106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you see how creepy that is?! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; is he doing in hot pants! He has girl legs weyhh!! They're nicer than mine! &amp;amp; They're so long and slim but WTF is he doing wearing hot pants! xD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OMGOSH THE SHOCK OF MY LIFE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Why Yutoooooo WHYYYY?? O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after that picture there's more. Yuto's actually damn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Physically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXNonXjajEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/10jhs0dBGxE/s1600-h/Yuto40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXNonXjajEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/10jhs0dBGxE/s320/Yuto40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292689012637207618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at those arms I tell you! Drool worthy! Heck he's always drool worthy. From so gayyyy to NO WAY! haha well wtv it is I still love him anyway although I'm still not over the whole hot pants shock.. Will get over it soon.. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-DRoooOOOOoooOOOoOoooOOooOooOOoOOOoL-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-6839652790994060838?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/6839652790994060838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=6839652790994060838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6839652790994060838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/6839652790994060838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/honto-yuto.html' title='Honto Yuto?'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXNn_vFHL1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/PzwfPftom6Y/s72-c/Yuto29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5127526738506302979</id><published>2009-01-18T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:48:17.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight Breaker.</title><content type='html'>Today's anime was!!!! ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXIF_IswSRI/AAAAAAAAAmk/oFHToF1vC4E/s1600-h/nanoha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXIF_IswSRI/AAAAAAAAAmk/oFHToF1vC4E/s400/nanoha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292299094338849042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahou Shoujo Ririkaru Nanoha A's / Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha A's. Hey, It's actually a nice anime. It has a lot of fight scenes. Not with as much blood as Devil may Cry but I prefer that better &amp;amp; the fight scenes weren't half bad. Their weapons are damn chun weyh! xD but also the weapons could speak and they said REALLY LAME things but all in all it was a good anime. The sad thing about it is that I've just found out that there's supposed to be another Magical Girl Nanoha Dvd that's supposed to be watched BEFORE this one. Nyeh! As long as I understand it I'm fine but now I have to buy that DVD!!! ahhhh.. how broke I shall be. Who cares! Anime is my life. Anything for anime! hahaha! It really is a nice anime anyway so money not wasted! &amp;amp; so the anime marathon continues!! ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;-Kono Yume wa Hoshi-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-5127526738506302979?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5127526738506302979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5127526738506302979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5127526738506302979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5127526738506302979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/starlight-breaker.html' title='Starlight Breaker.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXIF_IswSRI/AAAAAAAAAmk/oFHToF1vC4E/s72-c/nanoha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-5818481163741729838</id><published>2009-01-17T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:53:58.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Facts.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I've told anyone this but I think I did but you know me, memory-wise I'm utterly useless. Well anyway this is something I guess everyone should know about me. Ever since I came back from Japan on the 5th of June 2007, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/span&gt; since then.. without fail.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL&lt;/span&gt; think of Yuki &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; once. Without fail. Everyday since I came back. I don't know why. I may have had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; crush on him when I came back but why think about him everyday. I'm still trying to figure it out. I don't even think about him because of a trigger of events.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; His name will just come up randomly at any time.&lt;/span&gt; I could be thinking about unicorns and cotton candy for all it matters all of a sudden the name &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will come in and I won't know why. It's like he's always there in my mind. No matter what. It pisses me off now and then because I don't want to think about him everyday. Thinking about him sometimes is fine but this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt;. It's like waking up every morning. You don't necessarily want to but you do it anyway. I'm still waiting to go back to Japan. See if it still persists when I come back here. Yuki Yuki Yuki. Everyday for approximately 1year 7months. I need to figure this out. Well now you know a disturbing fact about me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've recently figured out that I get moody when I'm watching an anime or anything I'm interested in watching. So the slightest disturbance from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ANYONE&lt;/span&gt; and I'll get annoyed. The whole aura around me will be filled with hatred and annoyance. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It could be Yuto trying to talk to me but if he kills my concentration I might actually kill him.&lt;/span&gt; xD I'm dangerous when I have my anime &amp;amp; Jdrama's so better watch it! Grr. Haha but don't worry I recover within minutes! Although it's better not to bug me. =D Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-PMSing without PMS-&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/2604688509941235727-5818481163741729838?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/5818481163741729838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=5818481163741729838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5818481163741729838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/5818481163741729838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-facts.html' title='Some Facts.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-2503315473933383679</id><published>2009-01-16T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:34:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DMC &amp; TMOSH xD</title><content type='html'>Today was spent watching ANIME. Muahaha Tv's back therefore I CAN! plus no one's home. Gives me all the more pleasure. No Disturbances! Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXC4aemGDZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lRbV_-FsckE/s1600-h/DMC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXC4aemGDZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lRbV_-FsckE/s320/DMC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291932327189286290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st anime I watched was Devil May Cry. Shit this anime has a lot of blood but it's nice and no matter how cool Dante tries to be he is actually really sweet and caring. I like him! Haha. Dante wa tottemo kakkoi desu yo! haha plus he's damn HOT! Owh the devils in the anime were so ugly. Ugh. It was hurtful to my eyes to watch them LOL. All in all it's a nice anime. It's somewhat funny too for something that's supposed to be extremely serious. Dante is really cute haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXC7JfVRcVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MwhkAbLyIcs/s1600-h/suzumiya+haruhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXC7JfVRcVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MwhkAbLyIcs/s320/suzumiya+haruhi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291935333864272210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next anime is Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu or The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi. It was kinda confusing in the beginning cause the english subtitles didn't make sense one bit! and they were talking so fast I couldn't even finish through the sentences.. I had to change it to Malay. It was so much shorter in Malay. I was like wtf the person must be some idiot. I still firmly believe so. Well now since I understand it better I'm kinda liking it but it's really stupid. Kind of a waste of time but I'm not done watching it yet. I still have a few more episodes. I wanna know what happens between Haruhi &amp;amp; Kyon. I've still a few episode to watch so we shall see. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXF6c1IjYOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Che_Lnrz0o0/s1600-h/Itsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXF6c1IjYOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Che_Lnrz0o0/s200/Itsuki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292145672854921442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXF6cxB7RhI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WPrMqfWMfG8/s1600-h/koizumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXF6cxB7RhI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WPrMqfWMfG8/s200/koizumi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292145671753385490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Koizumi Itsuki is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so happy the TV's back. whee~~ *DANCES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Anime wa Atashi no Inochii Desu-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-2503315473933383679?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/2503315473933383679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=2503315473933383679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2503315473933383679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/2503315473933383679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/dmc-tmosh-xd.html' title='DMC &amp; TMOSH xD'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SXC4aemGDZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lRbV_-FsckE/s72-c/DMC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1093228471391732175</id><published>2009-01-15T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:02:00.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to Yuffie!</title><content type='html'>I'm very happy today! Haha. The TV is fixed! Yeay! Finally after so long of waiting and waiting and waiting it's finally fixed! I can watch my anime's alone without having to worry whether my parents would come in when I watch it in their room because seriously when my parents watch it with me they'll have so many questions that I won't be able to focus but now I have the TV all to myself again. Other than that, my parents are in terengganu! which makes it a lot easier anyway if I were to watch it in their room! haha no worrying if someone were to come in and totally kill my focus. Lmao. I'm gonna be home with the TV, my anime, the pc and all those things! Therefore I shall be okay haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing on my mind at the moment is that I think it's time for me to introduce you to my little kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SW-FYV9T6fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/HsPc7OB7cgw/s1600-h/Yuffie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SW-FYV9T6fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/HsPc7OB7cgw/s400/Yuffie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291594740441278962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet Yuffie! (Yes she's the Final Fantasy 7 character xD) Isn't she so cute! her eyes are BLUE! Sorry for the bad pictures. I didn't hv the lighting on my side haha anyway I always take bad pictures rawr. So here she is. The kitten we found in a plastic bag with her brother (RIP). I can't wait to watch her grow. She's gonna be so cute! haha I can't wait to spoil her! I need her to grow first though. So that we can bring her upstairs. Yuffie. Yuffie. Yuffie. Put that name into ur mind! nyeahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now onto a sour note. I'm gonna stop now. It's time to forget you. I'm gonna get over it. It's time I move on. You had your chance. You screwed it up. We'll see what happens from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-No Fairytale Ending-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1093228471391732175?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1093228471391732175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1093228471391732175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1093228471391732175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1093228471391732175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/intro-to-yuffie.html' title='Intro to Yuffie!'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SW-FYV9T6fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/HsPc7OB7cgw/s72-c/Yuffie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-1209339599060052781</id><published>2009-01-15T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:23:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About You, Him &amp; Them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Situation 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I miss my friend. I want my friend back. I miss having him to talk to about everything and about nothing. I miss him asking me to watch something or read something simply because he cared about my opinion. I miss him asking me out and telling me he missed me just because we hadn't seen each other in a few days. I miss his laugh and his smile and his 'don't care' attitude. The moral here is that I miss him and I want him back. Too bad he's under the witches spell. It's okay. I'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Where are you? I'm here waiting for you! Every time I call, you don't pick up. When you asked me to call I was busy with something else. It's been 3 days since I last spoke to you. I'm missing your voice and your evil evil ways. I miss how sometimes you're a total asshole. Which I'm guessing is what you're being right now by not picking up my calls. Hurry up and contact me you.....grrr..ugh! I'm still waiting for you here! Make an effort damn it. I wanna see what'll happen and where this'll go. I need you. I'm missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Situation 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This is so not real life but it's still real life drama xD. Yuto!!!!!! nooooo. &amp;amp; so now I've found out about a girl named Suzuki Airi whom Yuto is friends with. People are pairing them together! Wtf. I'm so happy JJrs members aren't allowed to have a girlfriend until they're 18 since it's a rule! but whatever! NO!!!! She's so cute! She's a singer just like Yuto. She's exactly his girl type! Has long hair, is kind, more mature than cute, not boring, smaller than him and somewhat naughty. Plus! she's a year YOUNGER! like wtf! I'm losing. Lol! Other than the fact that I have never met him and he doesn't even know of my existance and that they're already good friends. I'm losing. LMAO. How pathetic am I being? Very. Nyeh. Wtv. I'm gonna meet him someday. I will. It'll be one of my "things to do before I die". Ganbatte Mira-chan! Kanarazu aeru yo Yuto-kun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Trying so hard to stay afloat-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604688509941235727-1209339599060052781?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/1209339599060052781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=1209339599060052781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1209339599060052781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/1209339599060052781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-you-him-them.html' title='About You, Him &amp; Them.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604688509941235727.post-7761334406875498976</id><published>2009-01-12T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:36:51.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You-toe.</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/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SWt_nT2uY7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/CTmui5Qrt4U/s1600-h/Yuto07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SWt_nT2uY7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/CTmui5Qrt4U/s400/Yuto07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290462500598211506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;From now on I will forever love Yuto for Yuto is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-But I don't think you like me-&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/2604688509941235727-7761334406875498976?l=mirainostory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/feeds/7761334406875498976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604688509941235727&amp;postID=7761334406875498976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7761334406875498976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604688509941235727/posts/default/7761334406875498976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirainostory.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-toe.html' title='You-toe.'/><author><name>[*ButterfLy*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581780846441033845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SNNCrQIw0rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GHCJ1qw8SSE/S220/Pic000016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eg3vyaAZeB0/SWt_nT2uY7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/CTmui5Qrt4U/s72-c/Yuto07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
