<?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-20839784</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:33:47.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Cardiff Wales UK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-8442418116710389116</id><published>2007-09-25T02:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:03:03.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New School</title><content type='html'>Since I am now in Malaysia, I've to start new school which I was hoping not to do. After a month staying here, my mum searched for schools for all of us. It was a long journey but at long cast, we each had a school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine : Sekolah Kebangsaan Jalan Empat Bandar Baru Bangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqwa: Sekolah Menengah Jalan Dua Bandar Baru Bangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir : Tadika Islam Antarabangsa UPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama has also started her new job in the city centre of Kuala Lumpur while Abah remains in Serdang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-8442418116710389116?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8442418116710389116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=8442418116710389116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/8442418116710389116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/8442418116710389116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-school.html' title='New School'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-1228520511068054753</id><published>2007-09-25T02:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:52:33.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First of all I would like to give my MOST SINCERE apologies to all viewers that I haven't updated many events in this tiny blog. The reasons are that I haven't had a computer for a loooooonnngggggg time since my mum has finished work. The other reason is that I have been sooooooooooooooo busy I haven't managed to fit in any time. My third reason is a surprise! Scroll down and read what's underneath..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; day has finally arrived! On the 29th of April 2007, a lot of people came to my house to say Goodbye. One in which was my friend, Farah. She had to leave early and wasn't allowed to say last Goodbyes at the bus station. She was upset but we promised to keep in touch. Even though Farah didn't come at least my other friend, Afifah came. She didn't want me to go. I didn't either. She wanted to go to Malaysia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were all dropped off by 7 cars. Each of us seperated. Amir went with aunty Yus because he wanted to be with Nina I guess. Mama went with aunty Aqidah. Aqwa went with uncle Halikul. Abah went with uncle Shafie and I went with Afifah. Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, we departured from Heathrow London international airport at 10:00am (London time), 30th July 2007, Monday, Gulf Air. From London, we transitted to Bahrain for about 7 hours! Then we continued our journey to MALAYSIA my beautiful beloved country!! We arrived at about 4:00pm (Malaysia time), 31st July 2007, Tuesday. I felt sooooooooooooo HAPPY and GRATEFUL! Nevertheless, i missed everything in Cardiff and the UK :( But I know I will come back to the UK one fine day be it for school or for leisure ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-1228520511068054753?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1228520511068054753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=1228520511068054753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/1228520511068054753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/1228520511068054753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/09/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-4544183459260464465</id><published>2007-05-28T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:37:31.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out in Cardiff City Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday, me and Amir and my mum went to town. It was really hard to find a parking but we found one in the end. We took lots of photos as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069664008283901794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RlsQjihYT2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/WomXAyQRKJ8/s400/P5280091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me in front of Queens Arcade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went in Queens Arcade and had a look at NEXT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069663845075144530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RlsQaChYT1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ANbuEdun8S8/s400/P5280095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me in front of NEXT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that me and Amir saw the Disney Cardiff store. We went in for a bit only we spent an hour in there. I was just wondering around while mama and Amir had a look at the power rangers toys. Mama saw some flip-flops. She said she liked it and suggested I should buy it. It was £8.00 and a bit big for me. So I said, "No, thanks".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069663600262008626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RlsQLyhYTzI/AAAAAAAAADw/0ycXFZ-eiBI/s400/P5280096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Amir started begging for this power rangers toy but mama still wouldn't let him buy it. I had another look around before we went to McDonalds and I saw a red fabric notebook. I remember Haiza's sister. She had a notebook signed by all her friends before she went to Malaysia. I told mama about it and she thought it was a good idea. She bought me the notebook and I'm happy! Thank you mama!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069663333974036258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RlsP8ShYTyI/AAAAAAAAADo/TkH47JXuxCY/s400/P5280102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly, mama realised that Amir was gone! We looked around the store and finally we saw Amir coming to us from the power rangers shelves. Amir returned the power rangers toy. Pity Amir but I'm proud of him for listening to mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069663707636191042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RlsQSChYT0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/aunIoKaqp1Q/s400/P5280097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just before entering McDonalds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069664175787626354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RlsQtShYT3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nQ4ApCwJjeg/s400/P5280098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Amir chillin' after a day out in Cardiff City Centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-4544183459260464465?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4544183459260464465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=4544183459260464465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/4544183459260464465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/4544183459260464465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-out-in-cardiff-city-centre.html' title='A day out in Cardiff City Centre'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RlsQjihYT2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/WomXAyQRKJ8/s72-c/P5280091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-7573759343137491966</id><published>2007-04-15T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T07:59:10.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe 2007</title><content type='html'>Me and my family were in Europe for two weeks on holiday, which was from 3/4/07 to 15/4/07.&lt;br /&gt;We started our journey on the Norfolkline ferry from Dover, England to Dunkerque, France. The journey was about 2 hours which means 2 hours of sea- sickness, luckily I didn't puke. When we arrived in Dunkerque, Abah drove us to Brussels, Belgium where we then had a rest. We went to the Army museum and the monument of the independence of France. Then we went to Luxembourg and spent a night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day which was Wednesday the 4th of April, we went to Switzerland. First we went to Zurich city centre where Mama and Makngah bought some fridge magnets and post cards while the rest of us bought doughnuts and other things from the confectionary shop. On the way to Geneva, we stopped at Altdorf and had our lunch. We had sardine (my favourite) and nasi impit with kuah kacang. We watched the lake called Wierwaldstattr See. At Geneva city centre we took lots of pictures by the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbc..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124791551058508834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/Rx7qw2zD_CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/H5JWLS6oYKw/s400/me+swiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124790112244464658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/Rx7pdGzD_BI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-l5j-FGZVVo/s400/mira+fotress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124792641980202034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/Rx7rwWzD_DI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8tGXSjbsoS4/s400/swiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124793084361833538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/Rx7sKGzD_EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/SRy5eyW02rk/s400/amir.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124793445139086418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/Rx7sfGzD_FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kcevAT4BuSw/s400/swiss+les+restaurants.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-7573759343137491966?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7573759343137491966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=7573759343137491966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/7573759343137491966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/7573759343137491966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/europe-2007.html' title='Europe 2007'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/Rx7qw2zD_CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/H5JWLS6oYKw/s72-c/me+swiss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-67653348272112263</id><published>2007-03-18T21:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:19:07.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqwa in Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What a coincidence! Aqwa went to hospital just after kak sawiyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday Aqwa played a football match with his team.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the second half Aqwa dribbled the ball and fell. He heard a crack from his knee and felt pain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aqwa got sent home and mama massaged his knee with warm malaysian massage oil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aqwa couldn't move his leg and said he thought it was broken. Mama didn't think it was broken just a sprain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Early this morning Aqwa went to hospital with Abah to make sure it wasn't serious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They spent about 6 hours in the hospital and the news was bad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aqwa broke his leg and has to stay in hospital overnight. Tomorrow they will opperate Aqwa to move and screw his knee bone into place, then he will spend 2 more days in hospital.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mama is very worried because the doctor said it will take 6 weeks for his bone to grow and this early April we are going to Europe so there's a possibility that Aqwa might not be able to go. This night Abah will stay in hospital with Aqwa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tommorow after school me, Amir and Mama will visit Aqwa. I will upload the pictures then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350758850779090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RgvKxe4ZV9I/AAAAAAAAADc/JMfmR2aRiSo/s400/20-03-07_1736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047349650749216658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RgvJw-4ZV5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vUm-tBa4b2o/s400/20-03-07_1739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047349899857319842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RgvJ_e4ZV6I/AAAAAAAAADE/1KJ7f9rGQkg/s400/20-03-07_1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350033001306034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RgvKHO4ZV7I/AAAAAAAAADM/YbIQu9dIu_Q/s400/20-03-07_1742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350243454703554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RgvKTe4ZV8I/AAAAAAAAADU/wlsjEUW2aFg/s400/20-03-07_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-67653348272112263?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/67653348272112263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=67653348272112263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/67653348272112263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/67653348272112263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/aqwa-in-hospital.html' title='Aqwa in Hospital'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RgvKxe4ZV9I/AAAAAAAAADc/JMfmR2aRiSo/s72-c/20-03-07_1736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-5048884258886974822</id><published>2007-03-14T15:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:50:48.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I met her again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RfgGGsMA8jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O3fZTpPpM0o/s1600-h/13-03-07_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041786494851805746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RfgGGsMA8jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O3fZTpPpM0o/s400/13-03-07_1630.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do you remember Dr. Tengku? For those of you who do this is her mum. She came to Cardiff specially to see me! She came back to the U.K to support her daughter in Bristol who was taking a specialist exam. She stopped by in Cardiff so she could see me because it's been 2 years since I've seen her and her other daughter Dr. Tengku ( I stayed with them at the Park Inn Hotel before they left ). It was very nice of her to stop by. She gave me £5.00 before she went on her bus to Bristol! Thank you nenek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-5048884258886974822?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5048884258886974822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=5048884258886974822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/5048884258886974822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/5048884258886974822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-met-her-again.html' title='I met her again!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RfgGGsMA8jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O3fZTpPpM0o/s72-c/13-03-07_1630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-8947532189465029772</id><published>2007-03-11T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:54:17.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon to kakak Dr Sawiyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I just came back from the hospital where i visited kak Sawiyah who unfortunately had stomach ache and now she is staying in the hospital. She said she is doing well and hopefully she can come home soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was a very confusing day today because first of all we took the wrong road and missed the hospital. So mama had to turn back and then we could not find the parking. Then we could not find a way to block A where kak Sawiyah was. Finally we found block A but we could not find her room. So we asked the nurse and she said kak Sawiyah was probably not on block A. Mama insisted that kak Sawiyah was in block A and the nurse asked for her last name. Mama gave her last name and she told us the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When we entered kak Sawiyah's room, she looked very tired but beautiful and welcome us. Then mama and kak Sawiyah had a chat. She gave me and Amir some chocolate. We gave her a card and a bunch of flowers. She had this really cool bed that moves up and down by touch of a button and, i told mama that i wanted a bed like that. We went home at about half past five.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Before we left home, we went to the shop and bought two bouncing putties and two fairy keyrings with mama's nick name and 'mummy's little girl' written on it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040733038158344482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RfRH_cMA8SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lFSdkt2isQc/s400/11-03-07_1812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040733154122461490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RfRIGMMA8TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FJierR0Jd3Y/s400/11-03-07_1814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I hope that kak Sawiyah gets better soon! &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/20839784-8947532189465029772?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8947532189465029772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=8947532189465029772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/8947532189465029772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/8947532189465029772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/get-well-soon-to-aunty-dr-sawiyah.html' title='Get well soon to kakak Dr Sawiyah'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__I0X4exteBk/RfRH_cMA8SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lFSdkt2isQc/s72-c/11-03-07_1812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-7116564751323265650</id><published>2007-03-04T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:39:00.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe</title><content type='html'>Next month we're going to Europe . I'm kind of not looking forward to it because next month is the opening of the project that me and a group of other children worked on. The project is making a short video with our drawings. The video is about superstitions and beliefs. They told us that they have to work with another school as well and we've done a lot of work so they told us that on April 2007 they're coming back and finishing off the video ready for the opening ceremony in St. Fagans. We're going to go in a limo and dropped off at St Fagans at the front of the red carpet and meet the Queen of England herself! There's a 0.01% chance of me going which dissapointed me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to Europe. My family is really looking forward to it especially going to Switzerland. We're not just going to Switzerland or France, we're going around Europe. We were going to go to Europe this month but since my autie is coming ( Note: it's not mak et ) this month and she wants to go as well, we have to go to Europe on April. Coming back from Europe will make my birthday probably the worst birthday ever ( we're going to Europe on the 1st of April and coming back on the 31st of April my birthday ) because then there's never going to be a ceremony like that for me.&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/takedonation_new.phtml?donation_id=140579&amp;xcn=2385303867&amp;amp;location_id=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/takedonation_new.phtml?donation_id=140579&amp;xcn=2385303867&amp;amp;location_id=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/takedonation_new.phtml?donation_id=140579&amp;xcn=2385303867&amp;amp;location_id=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-7116564751323265650?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7116564751323265650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=7116564751323265650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/7116564751323265650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/7116564751323265650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/europe.html' title='Europe'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-117122838523293910</id><published>2007-02-11T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T13:31:51.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It was snowing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As you all may have noticed it was snowing in Cardiff on Thursday the 8th and Friday the 9th ( I'll upload the pictures for you later) . I got really excited on Thursday when i woke up cos when I looked out of my window it was snowing! I looked at the time then I went to mama's room nobody was dressed for school. I asked if there was school and mama said if you want to go to school then go. I asked her where are we going today and she said Brecon Beacon. So I stopped worrying about school and got ready for Brecon Beacon. On the trip, we just went around Brecon taking pictures and having fun. Abah bought us 2 different sledges for £4.oo each so that was £8.00 altogether. After that we ( me , Aqwa and Amir including Abah taking pictures ) went sledging down a hill, Abah was taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Friday it snowed again but we didn't go to Brecon Beacon instead we had to go to school but luckily for me my school canceled just after wet play ( cos it was snowing ) because in assembly the headteacher said it was wet play because the snow is slippery and could be dangerous. She also said that if the snow gets heavier and thicker then they would have to phone parents of every child in school ( thats approximately 400 phone calls! ) . I got called first from my class to phone home and I phoned Abah. Abah picked me up from school with a video cam. I had a snowball fight with my friends outside whilst Abah went to pick Amir up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesterday, we went to Brecon Beacon again and it wasn't just us this time. There were lots of other Malaysians coming too to sledge. We all started by going to the hill. Me, Aqwa and Amir went to. We all went sledging and this time we went on the high one. Me and Afifah went on a sledge together and it was pretty scary but cool at the same time. Everybody wanted to have a go too so we all had to share. We didn't go all the way to the top cos that would of been scary and dangerous! We had a lot of fun. We had races and dares and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All my clothes got wet and dirty. I was wearing 2 layers of trousers with 1 spare in my bag. I was wearing 3 layers of T-shirts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-117122838523293910?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/117122838523293910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=117122838523293910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/117122838523293910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/117122838523293910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-was-snowing.html' title='It was snowing!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-117036022573546819</id><published>2007-02-01T20:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:55:36.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally mama has fulfilled her dreams</title><content type='html'>It was just yesterday that mama took an exam and it wasn't just an ordinary exam. It was her VIVA. We all wished her luck (and good luck that is) and hoped for the best. She has been studying and studying and studying all this month and now she can relax because she &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PASSED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Finally mama has fulfilled her dreams and my late grandfather's wish. It is like a dream come true just like Leona's (the 2006 winner of the X-Factor) song "A Moment Like This". Here are the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Moment Like This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I told you it was all meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would you believe me, would you agree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its almost that feeling that we've met before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So tell me that you dont think Im crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I tell you love has come here and now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A moment like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people wait a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For a moment like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people search forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For that one special kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh, I cant believe its happening to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people wait a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For a moment like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything changes, but beauty remains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something so tender I cant explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I may be dreaming but til I awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can we make this dream last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'll cherish all the love we share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A moment like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people wait a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For a moment like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people search forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For that one special kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ohh!!I cant believe its happening to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people wait a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For a moment like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could this be the greatest love of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna know that you will catch me when I fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So let me tell you this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people wait a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for a moment like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people wait a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for a moment like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people search forever for that one special kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh, I cant believe its happening to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A moment like this Ohh like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oooohhhh i cant believe its happening to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people wait a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for a moment like this Oohhh a moment like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by having a day out together. We went to McDONALDS and ASDA together.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a friend's house to buy a dvd of the Da Vinci Code for £1.50! We watched the Da Vinci Code last night together which was why I came to school late this morning!! I loved the story though. We are going back to Malaysia after mama's ceremony in July. Oh before that i think we are going on holiday to France, Austria, Switzerland and Italy. I can't wait to go back toMalaysia because I can't wait to see my family who I haven't seen for ages especially nenek, atok, mak iti, maklang, mak emi, maklong, intan and luqman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO MAMA! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-117036022573546819?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/117036022573546819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=117036022573546819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/117036022573546819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/117036022573546819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/brilliant-news.html' title='Finally mama has fulfilled her dreams'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116769385790047719</id><published>2007-01-02T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:59:04.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wish this year will be better than last year and mama will get her PhD soon and we can go back to Malaysia for good. When I get home, I'm wishing for a cat and a big room. I bought a cat bed though. Abah bought it for me. In my room, I want a computer and a tv but I know that mama won't let us have a tv in our bedroom. I also want to keep my rabbit (Lucky) but unfortunately we can't because we haven't got pet insurance to bring it to Malaysia through flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My new year's resolutions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Be responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Wake up early in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Bring homework every week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Help mama with the housework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Keep my room tidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. Be responsible for Lucky's mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Improve my behaviour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Take care of Amir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. Be good to people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. Take care of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hope to stick to those resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116769385790047719?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116769385790047719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116769385790047719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116769385790047719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116769385790047719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-2007.html' title='Happy New Year 2007!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116759323707533615</id><published>2006-12-31T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:41:20.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Same like every year (2003, 2004, 2005 and 2006) all we had for a new year 2007 was well, they had fareground rides but what's the point when every year mama says 'NO'. So we knew that she would never change her mind as every year but you know that old saying 'never give up until you get what you want' (well, it's not really a saying but I think it is). Anyway we tried to persuade her to just have a little ride on the bumper cars but she gets her ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we watched the live concert (I don't know the band name). In London, they had Beyonce and in this other place, Berlin I think, had Robbie Williams. After the countdown, we had the fireworks and after that it started to rain. It was heavy! But we still stay for abit longer to enjoy the live band and the brand new 2007. I got soaked because I didn't wear a hood but I'm not ill though. Aqwa was already ill since he ate that burger that we bought in Conventry. Poor Aqwa. Hope he will get better soon before the school begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy new year to Mak ET, Kak Dyanna, Abang Minn and family, Afiffah and to all readers of my blog. I wish you all the best and good will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116759323707533615?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116759323707533615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116759323707533615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116759323707533615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116759323707533615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years-eve-2006.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve 2006'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116759288868576785</id><published>2006-12-31T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:26:20.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>30 December 2006 - EID</title><content type='html'>Today is eid but we're not going anywhere because mama wants to study and Aqwa is ill. Since Aqwa is ill he didn't want to come with us when we (me, Abah and Amir) went shopping in ASDA to buy Lucky's (my pet rabbit) food. We only bought 6 things: 2 packs of ice-creams, a bag of rabbit food, 2 packs of crisps and a packet of potatoes. After mama went to her office, aunty Sam invited us to dinner at her house. So we went to aunty Sam's house and had a meal in celebration of Eid. I just got back now and everybody's changed into their pjamas. Mama is studying, Amir is playing with his toy cars, Aqwa is downstairs watching tv, I'm in my room just minding my own business and Abah is still working. Oops! I just heard the front door is closing. Abah is back from work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116759288868576785?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116759288868576785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116759288868576785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116759288868576785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116759288868576785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/30-december-2006-eid.html' title='30 December 2006 - EID'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116613557852147407</id><published>2006-12-14T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:43:03.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My new friend FARAH</title><content type='html'>This is Farah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/114042/Picture_2439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Farah wearing the make up our aunties put on us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/330547/Picture_2440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is me posing for the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/657576/Picture_2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/71608/Picture_2438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this is Amir wearing the make up I smudge on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/631428/Picture_2437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/862164/Picture_2437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me and Farah again but this time we're chillin'...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/792286/Picture_2429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/558816/Picture_2429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a really nice day and I really enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116613557852147407?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116613557852147407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116613557852147407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116613557852147407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116613557852147407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-new-friend-farah.html' title='My new friend FARAH'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116613533516189929</id><published>2006-12-14T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:13:21.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Picking at Berry Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/958432/Picture_3191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;                              Look at how smart I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/409997/Picture_3190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                            This is Amir pointing to the apple tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/764062/Picture_3190.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/629398/Picture_3188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/188353/Picture_3188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                               This is an apple tree.  A lot of them have fallen down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/819211/Picture_3181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/876565/Picture_3181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                   This is a pear tree. my brother (aqwa) liked them                                              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                     but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/803539/Picture_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/234370/Picture_3175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                    This is a rasberry bush. Abah found it first and ate one &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                  then Amir started copying him and ate one aswell then everybody ate one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                   except me I didn't like it at all.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/589548/Picture_3167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/501770/Picture_3167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        This is a plum tree. I think out of all the fruits in the farm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                        the plum was the best, I ate loads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/553320/Picture_3182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/573177/Picture_3182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    This is me , Amir and Aqwa being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/882459/Picture_3179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/508632/Picture_3179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         and this is the three of us together with nina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                       (whoose family  came with us)     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/460190/Picture_3173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/779112/Picture_3173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      This is us three again with Aqwa eating an apple , me holding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                      a branch and Amir looking in a different direction (as mama told us to do)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116613533516189929?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116613533516189929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116613533516189929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116613533516189929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116613533516189929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/fruit-picking-at-berry-hill.html' title='Fruit Picking at Berry Hill'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116445704933435708</id><published>2006-11-25T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:04:56.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of Si Tanggang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had to tell this story for my play in school about celebrating the linguistic diversity of our class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me and this new Malaysian boy had to tell the story in Malay and English. I said it in English and he said it in Malay. The story actually was shorter than this because everybody in my class had to tell a traditional story from from their country too. So, our story only had 11 sentences and 5 paragraphs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I chose the Malaysian folktale "Si Tanggang". My mum helped me to find the story in Malay version from google search and i translated it into English version. The story goes like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://filemkita.com/poster/si_tanggang_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There once lived two parents, Si Talang and Si Deruma who had a son named Si Tanggang. Si Tanggang and his family were poor. Every night Si Tanggang dreams of beieng rich and known throughout the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Si Tanggang leaves his family for life at sea, promising he will be back. After Si Tanggang left, he worked for a rich man who owned a ship. Si Tanggang worked hard until one day the rich man said, "Oh Si Tanggang! You have worked so hard for me, so in return I allow you to marry my daughter and be captain of the ship in the future".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the year, Si Tanggang married the rich man's beautiful daughter. Si Tanggang wanted to keep up the work and so he sailed the ship with his wife to an unknown country. Once they arrived they just so happen to be in Si Tanggang's home village. Everybody was shocked and surprised at how Si Tanggang had changed. Si Tanggang's parents suddenly came up and offered him some of his favourites, banana cakes that his mum had specially made for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Tanggang's wife asked him, "Are they your parents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Tanggang looked at his parents who were dirty and dressed in rags. He replied, "What! Of course they're not! I haven't got parents! They died ages ago!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Tanggang's heartbroken mother said, "Oh my son Si Tanggang. I am your mother! I just thought you'd like your very favourite banana cakes". Si Tanggang's mum was clinging on Si Tanggang's ship, one hand with the banana cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO!!", shouted Si Tanggang. He hits his mother's fingers until his mother and the banana cakes fell into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Tanggang's parents went back to shore heart broken. Si Tanggang's mum fell to the ground and looked up to the sky she said, "Oh my dear God, please show my son Si Tanggang that I am his mother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.filemkita.com/foto/filem/si_tanggang_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly a group of black clouds covered the village, storm and lightening came. Then Si Tanggang realised that he had done a bad sin towards his mother who had raised him up his whole life and now God is going to curse him. Si Tanggang shouted, "Oh mother! Please forgive me! I admit that I am your son!". It was no use. Si Tanggang was too late, he his wife and the ship all turned to stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~ The End ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116445704933435708?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116445704933435708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116445704933435708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116445704933435708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116445704933435708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/tale-of-si-tanggang.html' title='The Tale of Si Tanggang'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116371031618649334</id><published>2006-11-16T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:56:37.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>England and Scotland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mama had to go to her conference in Edinburgh on the 15th of November. Edinburgh is the capital city of Scotland. It is about 6 hours drive from Cardiff (I guess so). Since Abah wanted to take a break, he decided to take us all there. I felt sooo excited and started to plan the trip! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/532422/Picture_3140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;- Nottingham Castle -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/113755/Picture_3130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;- we at the robin hood sculpture -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama said that she wants to visit Nottingham. Nottingham is the place where Robin Hood was a legend. Mama wanted to go there ever since me and Mak ET got back from Nottingham last year. So she said that she wants to go there now. We went to Nottingham Castle where we can also see the sculpture of Robin Hood. We roamed Nottingham city centre before we went to New Castle. We stayed at Travelodge for a night. The next day, we went to Sunderland and hung around New Castle city centre. It was strange and exciting. The buildings were victorian style. We also went to Waterstone to have a look at the Scottish books. In there, I found my best book called "Starring Tracy Becker" by my all time favourite author Jacquline Wilson. I desperately wanted to buy the book because it had her autograph in it but it was too expensive. So mama didn't buy it. Anyway, mama had promised me that she will buy one when we get back to Cardiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed another night at Travelodge in Edinburgh. After mama finished her conference, she met us at Scottish Museum and we returned to Cardiff. On the way back, we bought fish and chips. There was an Italian man in that fish and chips shop who adored F1 Malaysia and KLCC. He said that he wanted to go to Malaysia one day to watch F1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116371031618649334?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116371031618649334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116371031618649334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116371031618649334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116371031618649334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/england-and-scotland.html' title='England and Scotland'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116229043363874663</id><published>2006-10-31T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:35:31.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;little &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;mama &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;ASDA, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; section. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dressed&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;witch &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;monster. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mum &lt;/span&gt;took &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;don't &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'treat or treating'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;egging &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;people's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;houses&lt;/span&gt; tonight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; halloween &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/27-10-06_2156.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/27-10-06_2156.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116229043363874663?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116229043363874663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116229043363874663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116229043363874663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116229043363874663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-is-today-and-last-week-when.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116222405714969433</id><published>2006-10-30T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:00:41.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved pets budgie and lucky</title><content type='html'>I'm going to tell you about my pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Budgie named, well, budgie. I'm saying I HAD because he flew away on the 3rd of September last month. It was devastating and hard but this was what happened. I had just finished cleaning my 2 pets's cage but they both didn't have their food. Before, my neighbour friend had a parrot . One of the parrots died and the other was really sad so one day my friend let the parrot fly away. when it was the parrot's cage, the cage had a little hole for the food. They'd used the same cage when they had the rabbit so the rabbit always escaped using that hole. so my friend put a bit of cloth on it and selotaped it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had the rabbit he nibbled the cloth until it was gone. So he escaped again but we always caught him lukily. later on the budgie was put in the same cage as the rabbit so we on't have to clean 2 cages. That day after I'd finished cleaning they're cage, both of them were hungry so we went out to buy they're food and go to city hall. when we got back the budgie was gone he flew out of the little hole beacause the metal bit was up. Aqwa was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/m/ma/maciekish/535483_green_budgie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1988/1600/29-10-06_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1988/400/29-10-06_1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1988/1600/27-10-06_2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/browse.phtml?f=download&amp;id=535483" target="_blank" rel="external"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/browse.phtml?f=download&amp;amp;id=535483" target="_blank" rel="external"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/107999/Picture_3124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/browse.phtml?f=download&amp;amp;id=535483" target="_blank" rel="external"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116222405714969433?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116222405714969433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116222405714969433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116222405714969433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116222405714969433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-beloved-pets-budgie-and-lucky.html' title='My beloved pets budgie and lucky'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116213937201460025</id><published>2006-10-29T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:01:44.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy eid mubarak to all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/84289/Picture_3157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/495594/Picture_3157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the 23rd of October all the muslims in the UK celebrated eid. On eid, we have special food, clothes and money. All the men go to mosque. So on eid we got up in the morning, had a shower, put on our new traditional clothes and got ready to celebrate. Me and my mum made eid cakes (well they were cookies) and these are the eid cookies we made...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/21-10-06_0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/21-10-06_0711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/23-10-06_0928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116213937201460025?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116213937201460025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116213937201460025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116213937201460025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116213937201460025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-eid-mubarak-to-all.html' title='Happy eid mubarak to all!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-116078218707119705</id><published>2006-10-13T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:06:23.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Starting from last week I was ill, in fact I'm still ill. Well I wouldn't have been if it wasn't forf my tonsilitous and ulcer pains in and on my mouth. Now I can't talk or swallow because there is ulcers in my mouth by the tonsils and on the sides which make it difficult to speak and I can't swallow also because of the ulcers in my mouth but mainly the tonsils because they have yellow dents in it and I have tonsilitous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I discovered my illness on Friday last week when I woke up for sehri and had a sore throat which made it hard for me to swallow but I thought I'd had them before and they went away without even noticing you had them. So I left them and tried to ignore the pain. I'd suddenly realised that I couldn't do it anymore and told my mum about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-116078218707119705?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116078218707119705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=116078218707119705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116078218707119705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/116078218707119705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/poor-me.html' title='Poor me'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-115891863298388431</id><published>2006-09-22T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:19:31.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Land's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/800801/Picture_3238.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/693948/Picture_3240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/221853/Picture_3240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/516163/Picture_3214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/645486/Picture_3214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/169681/Picture_3223.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/25444/Picture_3196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/495971/Picture_3196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - at Marina Penzane -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/boggigiggi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is Land's End, Cornwall, South West England. I went here on the 30th of August. We were suppose to go to Cadbury World in Birmingham but we didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/30-08-06_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/30-08-06_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is a cottage in Land's End. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/917460/Picture_3208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Does it look real? Because it's fake and it's a small cottage. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/330039/Picture_3209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Land's End was a kind of a long journey and it was very windy. We went to a souveneir shop and mama bought her fridge magnets again. Me, Aqwa and Amir just had ice cream. We were just playing there to see the Celtic sea. I did all the videoing so if you watch the video I'm mostly not in it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/70767/Picture_3220.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/138972/Picture_3248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gotcha Aqwa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/30-08-06_1635.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-115891863298388431?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/115891863298388431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=115891863298388431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115891863298388431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115891863298388431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/09/lands-end.html' title='Land&apos;s End'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-115886670458464195</id><published>2006-09-21T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T11:05:17.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New class and Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; I didn't write any new entries for a long time. It's because I was so busy getting ready for school and mosque and mama went to Belfast and Malaysia ( I'll tell you about that later). So I couldn't go to mama's office to type up my blog (this is the first time since mama left to Malaysia) and I didn't have time to do anything anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My new class is....well the same teacher as last year but a different class...a bit. My class is called 5/6G you guesed it. That's right I've got year 5s in my class. This year they're mixing every single class. So year4s have year 3s in their class and year 5s have year 6s in them. Did you know that there are three year 5 and 6 classes in the schoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now moving on to Ramadhan. I'm going to be fasting the whole month. I can't wait. Although I could because of the food. In school we had to bring a slip saying that parents allow their children to fast during Ramadhan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Moving on to clubs now. I've joined breakfast club on the 18th of September because I don't normally have breakfast and I come too early to school. So I might just as well do myself a favour and join Breakfast Club even though I'll be attending only for a week because of Ramadhan. I'm also going to be joining Study Skills Club during Ramadhan after school. Bit scared coming home alone but I'll be safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now is about my mum. She's already submitted her thesis on last June and went to Malaysia for 2 weeks to help her supervisor (Dr. Julian, I guess so) and she went to Belfast to have an international conference. On December we'll be going around Europe. It's a bit confusing when she told me about this using a map. She went round and round up and down and so on but I could just remember what she told me. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;First we go to France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then we go to Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then we go to Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then we go up to Austria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then we go to Prague in Czech Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and last but not least we go back to United Kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-115886670458464195?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/115886670458464195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=115886670458464195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115886670458464195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115886670458464195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-class-and-ramadhan.html' title='New class and Ramadhan'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-115533172509732578</id><published>2006-08-11T22:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:46:18.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Auto Biography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/03-09-06_1650.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/03-09-06_1650.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, My name is Amirah. I am 10 years old and I live at number 8 Somerset St Grangetown at Cardiff. I have 2 brothers Amir and Aqwa. Amir is going to be 5 this year and Aqwa is 12. They can be a bit annoying at times but I like them all the same. My parents are Rosmah ( mum ) and Yasak ( dad ). I call them mama and Abah which means mum and dad in Malay. My background colour is light brown. I was born in Malaysia at General Hospital Kuala Lumpur. My birthday is on the 30th of April 1996. So I'm 10 now. My mum is doing her Ph.D in Human Resources which is why we're here in Cardiff. I left my country when I was 5 which means I spent half my life in the U.K. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I really miss my family in Malaysia , especially my beloved Great- Grandmother nenek Moyang who sadly passed away at the age of 80. The worst thing I feared before I left Malaysia because she was getting weaker everyday but very kind to everyone. I also miss may auntie Mak emi who had cancer when she was pregnant but she is now healthy and she also has a newborn baby named Abid, plus my other auntie Maklang has a baby too who was born just before Abid and his name is Haziq. They are so cute and i really miss them! &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/03-09-06_1654.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/03-09-06_1654.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aqwa &amp; Amir at Cardiff City Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/03-09-06_1654.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/20-08-06_1028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is Abid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-115533172509732578?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/115533172509732578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=115533172509732578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115533172509732578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115533172509732578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-auto-biography.html' title='My Auto Biography'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-115357802050745122</id><published>2006-07-22T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:26:36.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New school year again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well I'm not exactly going to have a different class or teacher. I'm just having different children (even though some were in my old class) in my class thats all. The reason why I'm not going to have a different class or teacher is because I'm going to have the same teacher and you have to go to the class the teacher . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesterday I got a gold medal and certificate for sports day. There were yellow medals, green medals, blue medals, bronze medals, silver medals and gold. There were also original stripey ones but they were for 3rd place athelets sorry but I forgot who has acheived them (They get the green stripey ones) , 2nd place atheletes were Farhana and Zain. They are both in my class (They get the blue stripey ones) and 1st place Atheletes (They get the red stripey ones and a trophy). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The first place year 5 boy was Reuel who now has left on the last day. He is in my class. He has two medals (One gold and the other red stripey one) and the first place year 5 girl was Chanelle (Pronounced shanelle). She is also in my class . She had three medals (One gold one, the second one I forgot but the third one is the red stripey one). The whole assembly took a long time. I also returned my English homework in. My teacher was impressed and gave everyone a certificate.&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/20839784-115357802050745122?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/115357802050745122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=115357802050745122&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115357802050745122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115357802050745122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-school-year-again.html' title='New school year again'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-115324565415977570</id><published>2006-07-18T17:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:25:38.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My broken finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just today I went to hospital because yesterday I was playing football as a goalie, I had already saved 5 goals but I wanted to save more, then this boy was coming to me dribbling the ball across the field and I was getting ready by the goal and he shot the ball, it was a very unlucky save because my first four fingers were on the side of the ball which left my little finger gripping the ball, the ball pushed my finger in but it couldn't so that meant that my middle joint of my finger was sticking out and then the ball moved a little bit more but harder andthe ball pushed my little finger back. By then I was mubbling swear words under my breath and moaning. The people who were playing asked if I was alright and I said no. I was walking across the park holding my wrist&lt;/span&gt; tight to the teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-115324565415977570?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/115324565415977570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=115324565415977570&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115324565415977570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/115324565415977570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-broken-finger_115324565415977570.html' title='My broken finger'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114943894429079181</id><published>2006-06-04T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:46:01.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i going to face this in Malaysia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/deep%20fryer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I absoloutly ( did I spell that right ) hate this weather not that I really hate the weather it's just that it's toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo HOT rather I'll say boiling ( thats a metaphor for it's really hot ). I'm so uncomfortable especially now in Mama's office. Anyways today me and Mama went to Argos to buy these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fried cooker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/deep%20fryer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. king size grilling machine or whatever it is &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/grill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.argos.co.uk/static/Product/partNumber/4225599.htm"&gt;http://www.argos.co.uk/static/Product/partNumber/4225599.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Half Price! &lt;/strong&gt;Silver King Lean Mean Fat Reducing Grilling Machine.&lt;br /&gt;Was £74.99  Now £37.49&lt;br /&gt;Grills up to 10 burgers or 10 chicken breasts.&lt;br /&gt;30 min variable timer.&lt;br /&gt;Variable temperature control.&lt;br /&gt;Floating hinge.&lt;br /&gt;Grill channels carry run off grease and fat.&lt;br /&gt;Includes drip tray and spatula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. soothie maker yum! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/kenwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mama and me came home mama forgot that father's day was coming up so she made the fried cooker that cost £39.99 Abah's fathers day present and the king sized grilling thing his birthday present. Since mama was tired of counting, she asked me to add up all the things we bought and she ended up dropping £102.47 on the counter in Argos and oh, another thing she nearly knocked off the big t.v. stand in Argos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to Argos, I bought with me a cold drink that I left in the car whlist me and mama went inside Argos and when I went in the car the seat was boiling my bum and my drink felt like boiled water so I'm not drinking it at the moment. Am i going to face this kind of situation in Malaysia? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114943894429079181?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114943894429079181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114943894429079181&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114943894429079181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114943894429079181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/06/am-i-going-to-face-this-in-malaysia.html' title='Am i going to face this in Malaysia?'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114815747246476012</id><published>2006-05-20T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:25:37.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guess what? I'm doing a summer English project about anything that interests me. So I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doing a project about Malaysia. I choose Malaysia because it is interesting and i love it! &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've already done three pages. The project lasts for six weeks so there is still time to work on my project. I just printed out some pictures of Malaysia on the web and I've just finished researching about things in Malaysia like the people, the history, the traditions and lots more. Any ideas?&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/20839784-114815747246476012?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114815747246476012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114815747246476012&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114815747246476012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114815747246476012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-project.html' title='Summer project'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114692034425812365</id><published>2006-05-06T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:53:39.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Days......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Summer is coming up well...I think so or maybe it is summer anyway about a few weeks ago My dad bought me this 64 pack crayons and this notebook that has poka dots on it that I use as a another Diary I really love those things. I'm actually typing this blog cos I'm bored. I can't always type in this blog everyday because this computer I'm using now to type this blog is in my mum's office. I don't have a computer in my house well I do but it's too slow, it doesn't work propely and it doesn't have internet. I can type it here in my mum's office because sometimes she takes me with her but sometimes she goes to work but I can't go with her because her roomte is there and I can't use the computer cos it's all full so I write my blog on a peice of paper , give it to my mum and she brings it to work with her and that's where she types it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114692034425812365?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114692034425812365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114692034425812365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114692034425812365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114692034425812365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-days.html' title='My Days......'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114650723918154396</id><published>2006-05-01T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T13:26:11.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Yesterday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/Picture_3054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_3054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_3063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday it was my birthday. I woke up and only my brother was awake so I went back to sleep. By the time I woke up, Amir came into my room wishing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Happy Birthday kaka!"&lt;/span&gt; and that made me feel better! Then my mum called me and when I went to her room she wished Happy Birthday to me and asked me which supermarket I want to go to and what I want to buy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to JJB Sport near Asda and abah bought me a girls' Nike sportwear. My brother got a track suit that matched with his jacket. Amir got his jumper with a matching track suit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_3065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In the night, Afifah, Adibah and Aqilah came and gave me a beautiful birthday card and an art set. Thank you! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_3055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_3053.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was one of the Best Birthday's ever! Thank you to all! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_3062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_3061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114650723918154396?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114650723918154396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114650723918154396&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114650723918154396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114650723918154396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/05/10-yesterday.html' title='10 Yesterday!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114529402430291947</id><published>2006-04-17T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:34:38.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grangemore Parc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/Picture_2964.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2964.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2974.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday we were planning to go to ASDA but unfortunately we couldn't because it was closed for Easter Sunday. So my mom suggested we should go up the hill near ASDA. The hill we went to was called Grange Park. We went further up the hill and we saw iron chains so we claimbed on those chains and took some pictures. The weather was really windy and there was lots of snails shells. There were a few people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the hill the view was beautiful. I can see nearly everything of Grangetown and part of Cardiff Bay. We could also see the Cardiff Millenium Stadium. That was the first time we went up that hill. After that, we went to McDonald which is located near the hill to take a break. We had 2 large fries, 3 fillet of fish and a cold large drink. After that, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of us on that day (will upload photos later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos i promised....enjoy it! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_2955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114529402430291947?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114529402430291947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114529402430291947&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114529402430291947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114529402430291947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/04/grangemore-parc.html' title='Grangemore Parc'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114454632558363863</id><published>2006-04-09T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:59:43.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The History of Cardiff Castle</title><content type='html'>So the history of cardiff castle starts like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago way back in the victorian times there lived a very rich family called the Bute Family. The Bute Family were like the richest people yet at that time they were the owners of Cardiff castle. Their designer was called William Burges who also designed Castell Coch.The members of the Bute family were Ninian Bute if you know where my school got its name from and the rest I forgot. At first my mom thought that the Queen Victoria lived there but I corrected her saying the Bute family lived there and at that point did my mum realise she was wrong after all this time. So she told me to write a blog about Cardiff castle and the Bute family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt all this from a school trip to Cardiff castle with my school. William Burges was very artistic man, in the nursery part of the castle he painted pictures from Easop's fables , my favourite one was the invisible man. William Burges was so clever. He painted to trees next to each other with a bird on the branches and if you look closely there was actually a man. Cardiff castle is still here in Cardiff if you want to see it. All the things the Bute family owned or had is still there. Sorry I haven't put any pictures in here yet but I will sooner or later. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/400/Picture_3045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114454632558363863?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114454632558363863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114454632558363863&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114454632558363863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114454632558363863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/04/history-of-cardiff-castle.html' title='The History of Cardiff Castle'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114453634162559360</id><published>2006-04-08T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:58:24.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a packet of mild cheese pasta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/pasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/pasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today I went to mama's office. Thats why I'm typing this blog because I'm bored. I've played a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;few games and finished off some unfinished blogs. I drank some milk and a few minutes after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that I felt sick and fell asleep. When I woke up I was hungry so I went to look for food and I found this box of chocolate so I ate that and after that I found a packet of mild cheese pasta!!! (i love cheese pasta very much!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I asked my mum if I could have that so she let me and put the pasta in the microwave. We waited for 6 minutes and at last it was finished but when we opened the microwave door there was some of the pasta soup surrounding it! And the pasta was hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114453634162559360?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114453634162559360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114453634162559360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114453634162559360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114453634162559360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-found-packet-of-mild-cheese-pasta.html' title='I found a packet of mild cheese pasta!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114431649649794228</id><published>2006-04-06T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:20:44.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly i think......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.......i want to talk about my mum. What i can say is it is so weird....I mean everyday my mum goes to work even when her boss is not there I mean even I wouldn't of gone to work in the night on my own with nobody even there and come back way past midnight. It's scary and she doesn't even have to do it. She's sometimes alone in the whole building past midnight. Where does she get that non-emotion towards scary things stuff? Once I went to my mum's office with her and it was midnight, it was so scary at that time. There was no one in the building. I went into her room and suddenly all the lights went off and my mum was teasing me saying I was scared of the dark, jeez she's creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/tomama02.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114431649649794228?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114431649649794228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114431649649794228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114431649649794228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114431649649794228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/04/suddenly-i-think.html' title='Suddenly i think......'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114422808725167704</id><published>2006-04-05T10:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:21:26.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Aqwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aqwa's birthday&lt;/span&gt;. He is now 12. We gave him 6 pairs of boxers, a bodyspray and a box of ferrero rochers. Mama, Abah and Amir went to ASDA to buy the presents and some Easter eggs as treats. I tidied up his room and put the present and the card on his bed to surprise him. When Aqwa got home, I told him to go upstairs and open the present but before he opened the present i took a photo of it. We also gave Aqwa a new Oral-B toothbrush and some chocolates and a birthday chocolate cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2905.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can just ignore the date on this photo because i forgot to set the date before i took the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me and my brother Aqwa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mama bought me 5 pairs of socks too. I love my mom very much!&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/20839784-114422808725167704?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114422808725167704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114422808725167704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114422808725167704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114422808725167704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-to-aqwa.html' title='Happy Birthday to Aqwa'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114414767783690790</id><published>2006-04-04T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:08:56.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day, mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the 26th of March 2006 it was a Mothering Sunday in Britain. Me, Aqwa, Amir and Abah gave mama a mug, a small teddy bear and a fridge magnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. The teddy bear had a flower with the lettering 'I LOVE YOU MUM' and the fridge magnet it said 'I love you mommy' and the mug said 'I love you mummy'. Abah bought the presents from TESCO while me and Aqwa were in school. Amir went with abah to buy the presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On that Sunday morning, me and Amir ambushed mama when she was still sleeping and she woke up with a surprise. At first, mama didn't want to open the surprise but me and Amir begged her to open it and she did at last in front of us. Mama was amazed and happy. She said thank you and kissed us and she continued her sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here are the pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I made this card for mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114414767783690790?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114414767783690790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114414767783690790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114414767783690790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114414767783690790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-mothers-day-mom.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day, mom'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114410907905720991</id><published>2006-04-04T00:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:50:42.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love cats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But the cats in the pictures are my neighbour's cats. Mama told me that there are lots of cats in Malaysia and i can find them &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;every where!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mama promised us to keep three cats when we go back to Malaysia. Great! I 'm going to make one side of my room, the cat's side where they can actually play and eat and do anything they like. I just can't wait! These cats aren't mine, remember. They are like garden cats, everyday they wonder around theirs neighbourhood, looking for food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This cat is just acting so nice to get some food like chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2815.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                                          &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;look at is bright gorgeaus eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/Picture_2808.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2808.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/Picture_2809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="301" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2809.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adorable....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="337" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2807.0.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This cat is staring at the plate full of chicken through the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="338" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2813.0.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This cat here doesn't like being picked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2810.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now he's a bit calmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2811.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114410907905720991?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114410907905720991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114410907905720991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114410907905720991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114410907905720991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-cats.html' title='I love cats!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114330527256178790</id><published>2006-03-25T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:38:33.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not, it snows in early March 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Early&lt;/span&gt; of this month, me,my mum, my brother, my younger brother,my friend and her family went to brecon beacon. My friend bought a snow board, we went to Brecon Beacon at the time of the snow. It was fun but only it was&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; freeeezing. I enjoyed it there. We made snowmen and we had snowball fights. It was so fun, me and my friend went sliding off a snow hill. The snow board went super fast down the hill and sometimes it goes side_ ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We all ate in the car. My mum was driving. My dad didn't come because he had to go to work. I think he missed all the fun. Brecon Beacon is in North Wales at the Wales National Park , in Brecon Beacon. You can see the veiw quiet clearly, you can see the fir trees , the moutains, the hills , and the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some pictures we took while we were in Brecon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/a7.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/a2.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/a1.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/a10.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/a3.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/a9.jpg" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/a6.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/a4.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/amirsnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/snow2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/snow1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/river.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114330527256178790?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114330527256178790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114330527256178790&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114330527256178790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114330527256178790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/03/believe-it-or-not-it-snows-in-early.html' title='Believe it or not, it snows in early March 2006!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114329980176043618</id><published>2006-03-25T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:34:47.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My brand new Tamagotchi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;esterday a delivery came for me. It was a tamagotchi. It was supposed to come last week but at least I had it. My generous mom bought it from ebay for £9.45. It is cheaper than the one in Argos which cost £12.50. I was so glad to have it. Everybody in my class had it especialy the girls. I was interested in it because it was an electronic pet and it could eat, play games, it has a shop, it goes to sleep at night and wakes up at 8.00 am or it wakes up at 9.00 am. Sometimes it poos and you have to clean it up and most of all you can connect with other tamagotchies and play games and even exchange gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The amazing thing about it is it only has three buttons. My older brother has one too. Our tamagotchies are now best friends. Mine is a girl and his is a boy. If me and my brother's tamagotchies get two more hearts then they are married and if they're married they can have tama_ babies but if you don't look after your tamagotchi it will die and you have to start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will take some pictures of my tamagotchi later and i will put it in this blog so that you can see how it looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As i promised, here are some pics of my tamagotchi and Aqwa's!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/Picture_2821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114329980176043618?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114329980176043618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114329980176043618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114329980176043618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114329980176043618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-brand-new-tamagotchi.html' title='My brand new Tamagotchi!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-114030051947969451</id><published>2006-02-18T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:10:04.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My scoobies gift set!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today i went to my mom's friend's house at Ferndale Street, Grangetown. It's about 5 minutes drive from my house. After that, we went to ASDA. I bought a scoobies gift set for £1.45 and a scoobies book for £2.75. I feel happy because my mom bought them for me. I am going to read the scoobies book and make every single thing in the book and then think of an idea of my own. I will take a picture of it later and put it in this blog. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-114030051947969451?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/114030051947969451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=114030051947969451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114030051947969451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/114030051947969451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-scoobies-gift-set.html' title='My scoobies gift set!'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-113975938628228433</id><published>2006-02-12T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:34:34.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is about what happened weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running around on the playground and then I triped over. I then noticed that a little bit of my trousers was ripped. I pretended like nothing happened until I went upstairs I saw this red thing on my leg. I realised it was my blood. I told my supply teacher and she sent this girl to take me to the school nurse. I went downstairs with the girl and the lady. I was taken to wiped the blood off my knee. It hurt a bit, she then put this big thing on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few days after that.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toe nail came off, lukily it was on Saturday because there was no school. My nail came off by a football. You see I was playing football with my brother until the ball hit my toe nail and bent it backwards. I told my brother to stop. I took a look at my nail. It was bleeding a LOT. My brother then got me a huge bunddle of tissues and I wiped the blood off. My brother wrapped some bandages around my toe nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres the stick in my hand, in English class. I was going to get this thing from a wooden table and then my hand scraped on the wooden table and by then I realised there was a big piece wood in my hand. So again I was sent to this lady and she used tweezers to get the piece of wood out. It took a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-113975938628228433?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/113975938628228433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=113975938628228433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113975938628228433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113975938628228433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/02/pity-me.html' title='Pity me...'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-113916655004347956</id><published>2006-02-05T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:09:10.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at the Park Inn Cardiff</title><content type='html'>When this very kind lady called Dr Tengku came to Cardiff, we invited her to stay over our house for a day. I thought she was very nice. She invited me to stay with her for a night at the Park Inn Hotel. So, I stayed there. She told me to do all my homework for a bar of chocolate and a packet of crips to make my mum feel Happy! So I did it all and i had my earnings. The next day, I went down to the restaurant to have my breakfast. I had cereal and toast with butter on top. Then I saw a swimming pool. I phoned my mum and asked if I could go swimming and to bring my swimming costume and she agreed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped into the swimming pool. My brothers were there and so was my mum. My mum was chatting to Dr Tengku. Then Dr Tengku said she was tired. So she went upstairs, I stayed swimming and my brother invited me to come with him in the jacuzzi. It was warm and it was massaging my body. My mum did not let us go into the jacuzzi earlier on but we went and my mum took some pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are pictures of us in the swimming pool and the jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/brilliantkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/swimming02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/jacuzzi01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-113916655004347956?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/113916655004347956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=113916655004347956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113916655004347956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113916655004347956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/02/night-at-park-inn-cardiff.html' title='A night at the Park Inn Cardiff'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-113805202682420107</id><published>2006-01-23T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:49:43.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school for this week. Our teacher wasn't there because she went on a welsh course. Our suply teacher wasn't there too because she was having a baby. So my class had a teacher called mr frances but he had to teach his class as well. So today, me and my class got split up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went home. I ate curry with rice. Then I went to my mum's office. I didn't do my homework though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-113805202682420107?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/113805202682420107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=113805202682420107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113805202682420107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113805202682420107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-113794778354450411</id><published>2006-01-22T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:42:51.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My schools</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/1600/465006/grangetown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2179/2099/400/381712/grangetown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/grangetown_hands_bluetrans_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/grangetown_hands_bluetrans_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grangetown primary school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grangetown primary school was my first school in cardiff. When I started Grangetown primary school I was shy and nervous because I didn't know anybody and I couldn't speak english. There were a few bullies but I just ignored them and when I got used to the school I finaly got the hang of speaking english and made new friends. I was happy I was in grangetown primary because I had lots of friends. When Haiza came to grangetown primary school, I was happier than ever. We used to go everywhere together, but one day I had to move to ninian park primary school. I got the news from my mum the day after my friend left grangetown primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninian park primary school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/myschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first day at ninian park primary school, I was also shy and nervous I didn't know anybody there not even the teachers. The first teacher I had was a lady wearing tights and had a lot of spots on her face who asked the children in my class who wanted to look after me for a while until I got used to the school and amazingly all the girls put they're hand up. At first I thought that the teacher I was working with was my teacher and I got bit worried, but a girl who was looking after me for a while said that, that was not my teacher. The next day another teacher was there but it wasn't the same one as the one as yesterday it was a different one , no ofence but she was a bit fat but I don't mind, I then asked someone from my class if that was my teacher but all of them said no and that went on for two weeks and I got tired so I asked who WAS my teacher and a girl from my class said why didn't you look at her picture downstairs. So the next day I looked at her picture downstairs and she didn't have spots on her face, she wasn't fat ( rather slim I should say ) just perfect! The day after that I was linning up with the rest of the kids in my class ready to go in to school and a teacher came out and the girl behind me said " THERES your teacher " and the teacher smiled at me she told me her name was Mrs Griffiths luckily she wasn't like the Mrs Griffiths from my old school ( She was HUGE!! ) only the Mrs Griffiths from my old school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-113794778354450411?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/113794778354450411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=113794778354450411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113794778354450411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113794778354450411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-schools.html' title='My schools'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-113753017175947432</id><published>2006-01-17T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:55:11.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My new mobile phone</title><content type='html'>Yes! Finally i've got my own mobile phone! My abah (dad) bought it for me last Sunday at Sunday Market and believe me it only cost £20 with £6 top-up and a sim card! It's brand new! Thank you to abah! So from now on I can text my auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/mymobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/mymobile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mobile! (Please ignore the date taken on the photo of my mobile because the date is wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/amira01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/amira01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-113753017175947432?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/113753017175947432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=113753017175947432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113753017175947432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113753017175947432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-mobile-phone.html' title='My new mobile phone'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-113726612783062757</id><published>2006-01-14T19:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:35:18.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My name is Amirah. I'm nine years old and this year I'm going to be 10. I've been staying in Cardiff for 5 years and for 5 years I didn't get to go to my country Malaysia. My family call me Mira which now happens to be my nick name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My first school in Cardiff is Grangetown Primary School and when Mak Iti came, I had to move to a different school called Ninian Primary School, the same school with Amir my baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My best friends are Haiza and Farah. The first friend I met was Farah I met her at my mom's friend's house. I met Haiza whilst she was moving in Cardiff. I like Farah because she is funny, kind and friendly. I like Haiza because she is kind, funny and she sometimes gives me presents. On 2002 Farah had to go to Norwich England and she came back in 2004. While she was gone I was left with Haiza. At that time I didn't think Haiza as a best friend but when the time grew, me and Haiza got on finely and became good friends. Then Farah came back and we all became best friends. Farah once told me that she was going to stay in Cardiff forever but she was wrong. On November 24th 2005, Farah had to go back to Malaysia because her mom has a new job there. Me and Haiza were so sad until one day Haiza told me that her dad got his PhD and was going back to Malaysia on the 30th of November 2005. I was soooo sad. But the good news was I still had my auntie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The members of my family are mom, dad, big brother, me and my baby brother. We came to Cardiff because my mom had to do her PhD. My dad is working here to make a living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On July the 9th 2005 my auntie came to Cardiff. She was staying for 6 months. It was great having her around. She was really helpful and funny too. She helps me to do my homeworks. She also shares a room with me. But now she's gone back to Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, what I'm thinking now is if you have someone special, appreciate it otherwise you will end up being lonely. Because what I did was when I had Farah, Haiza and Mak Iti, I knew that Farah was going to Malaysia first so I only cared about her. And then when she left, I only played with Haiza and left my auntie lonely. When Haiza left, I only played with my auntie but I didn't help her do any of the house work. Now, I have a sad life until my mom gets her PhD. Even if I feel sad right now I have to appreciate my loving family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/eid22.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friends Haiza and Farah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/me%20farah%20haiza.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" height="305" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/me%20farah%20haiza.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/mira&amp;makiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/mira%26makiti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Me and Mak Iti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/miraskul21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/miraskul21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my friends at Grangetown Primary School&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-113726612783062757?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/113726612783062757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=113726612783062757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113726612783062757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113726612783062757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/01/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20839784.post-113701310123277543</id><published>2006-01-11T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:16:22.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/makitiheathrow.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/makitiheathrow.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My beloved auntie which i called, Mak Iti was here for the past 6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;months. She was here to help my mom to look after me and my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;brothers, Aqwa and Amir when my mom and dad went to work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was so happy for her to stay but 6 months later she had to&lt;/span&gt; leave because her visa's expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On January the 7th 2006, Mak Iti had to leave. We sent her to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heathrow Airport London. I was so sad to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/1600/me&amp;matiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2179/2099/320/me%26matiti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Two days after Mak Iti was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gone, I still felt sad and empty. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't know what to do without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Mak Iti. Everything I do reminds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;me about Mak Iti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then, my mom suggested I should create a blog so that&lt;/span&gt; I can &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tell her how I feel after she left. I think it is a brilliant idea because I can use this blog to keep in touch with my friends, Farah and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haiza as well. So, here is my first blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20839784-113701310123277543?l=mariahamirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/feeds/113701310123277543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20839784&amp;postID=113701310123277543&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113701310123277543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20839784/posts/default/113701310123277543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariahamirah.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>Mira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396237636368247426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6803/p5280100rb3.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
