<?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-29188133</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:01:07.030+08:00</updated><category term='August Rush'/><category term='Our Anniversary'/><title type='text'>LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-3924019124338038775</id><published>2011-02-12T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T02:08:47.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOAH !! i haven't blogged for a year ! &lt;br /&gt;:T &lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with my boring life XD &lt;br /&gt;This is the place where i can talk to myself XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty tired these days ..&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed now ! &lt;br /&gt;laterz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-3924019124338038775?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/3924019124338038775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=3924019124338038775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/3924019124338038775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/3924019124338038775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2011/02/woah-i-havent-blogged-for-year-t-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-1895832045745519179</id><published>2010-02-16T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:34:32.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hurts the most when someone's life or times are wasted and ruined by me. &lt;br /&gt;And that someone is my love who's always loved me despite all my mistakes and stupid things that I've done to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to make him happy &amp; to always be there for him .&lt;br /&gt;I can never forgive myself for everything I've done to him although it's been a while . I've broken his innocent heart a couple times in the past.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't expect much from him.. I just wanna fulfill his life and support him in everything he does.. I just want us to be happy together , forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-1895832045745519179?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/1895832045745519179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=1895832045745519179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1895832045745519179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1895832045745519179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-hurts-most-when-someones-life-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-374419412869395049</id><published>2010-01-03T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:03:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Although  I've  written  songs  about  u, &lt;br /&gt;Described  the  love  that  u  gave, &lt;br /&gt;Expressed  all  my  appreciation,  love  and  cherish  for  u,&lt;br /&gt;It  still  seems  like  your  love  is  too  overwhelming  that  it's  more  than   words.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest Mom, &lt;br /&gt;I love u with all my heart. &lt;br /&gt;I wish the best for my Dad &amp; Mom&lt;br /&gt;may both of u be happy and well forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-374419412869395049?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/374419412869395049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=374419412869395049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/374419412869395049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/374419412869395049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2010/01/although-ive-written-songs-about-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-4535566799360270535</id><published>2009-09-23T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:16:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hard to understand people nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned more about human behaviors (not theoretically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as simple as in making friends, people would firstly see if they can gain profit from the other party or to take advantage from the other. &lt;br /&gt;If they don't benefit from this friendship, they'd slowly back off. &lt;br /&gt;However, not everyone has this personality. Just the minority but how much is this minority ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to humanity? &lt;br /&gt;As we grow older.. a true friendship is more difficult to be found. &lt;br /&gt;The more i know about people, the more i value the friendship between me and my true friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-4535566799360270535?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/4535566799360270535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=4535566799360270535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4535566799360270535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4535566799360270535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-hard-to-understand-people-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-6708408827745694298</id><published>2009-09-07T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:50:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life is about how we spend it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-6708408827745694298?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/6708408827745694298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=6708408827745694298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/6708408827745694298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/6708408827745694298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-about-how-we-spend-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-4165104512080277276</id><published>2009-08-30T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:27:16.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What The..?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening to music with my air-tight ear pieces or headsets. &lt;br /&gt;When i do, the volume is at the maximum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i was surfing net and at the same time listening to music. &lt;br /&gt;I felt itchy from the inner part of my right ear. I felt like some fluids flowing. &lt;br /&gt;Then i stuck my finger inside my ear . My ear was bleeding. O.o &lt;br /&gt;Is this from the loud music ? i didn't find any cuts or wounds inside my ears. &lt;br /&gt;I was shocked.. it was the blood flowing . i thought i was gonna die or sth. &lt;br /&gt;But ofcuz i'm still alive.. or else i won't be writing this. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if this is from listening to music so loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i haven't learnt my lesson. i'm still listening to music ..even now. &lt;br /&gt;I can't live without it. i don't care. &lt;br /&gt;but i gotta buy a set of small speakers. &lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-4165104512080277276?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/4165104512080277276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=4165104512080277276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4165104512080277276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4165104512080277276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/08/what.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-8093243540474807702</id><published>2009-08-16T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:18:55.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SofqGlvXLZI/AAAAAAAAACg/boAWwDDVUTo/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SofqGlvXLZI/AAAAAAAAACg/boAWwDDVUTo/s320/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370518479593483666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Purest Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby , you'll never be alone. &lt;br /&gt;Although I can't be with u every single second, I always think about u. &lt;br /&gt;Your future, and for every step that u take, i'll make sure there would not be any obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;Your innocent eyes, and every single movements that u make, u can always make me melt. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side whenever u need someone to rely onto. &lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever i can to make u happy and to fulfill your dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Ti Ti Thiri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-8093243540474807702?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/8093243540474807702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=8093243540474807702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/8093243540474807702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/8093243540474807702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/08/purest-love-my-baby-youll-never-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SofqGlvXLZI/AAAAAAAAACg/boAWwDDVUTo/s72-c/DSC00407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-2052320098757741525</id><published>2009-07-23T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:59:11.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a good link for the Buddhists or anyone who're interested in Buddhism. This website tells the tales of the life of the Buddha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.buddhistmythology.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from a friend of mine. He actually posted it online and i checked out. I thought this link's an interesting one. The tales are displayed in comics version so it's more enjoyable. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-2052320098757741525?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/2052320098757741525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=2052320098757741525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/2052320098757741525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/2052320098757741525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-good-link-for-buddhists-or-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-1786179750014606583</id><published>2009-07-22T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:34:54.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking is a good warm-up exercise for everybody without needing to spend a single cent. &lt;br /&gt;I love walking alone at night or where there's little sunlight left in the sky. Cuz i don't like to go out under blazing sun. &lt;br /&gt;I find it peaceful and enjoyable while I'm walking alone with some music plugged into my ears. It's pretty relaxing though walking can be tiring for me sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad, I walk. &lt;br /&gt;When I'm down, I walk. &lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling stressed, I walk. &lt;br /&gt;When I'm angry, I walk. &lt;br /&gt;It helps me a lot and really helps me to calm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like running cuz i can't run for so long. I have bad stamina and breathing difficulties after running. &lt;br /&gt;Walking's also a good method for better blood circulations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied my dad when he went for walking.. when i went back to YGN few months ago. He could walk further than me and i was always tired after a few meters of walking :P I had to wake up at 5 a.m in the morning if i wanna go for walking with him. &lt;br /&gt;The best walking times were the times me and my dad walked up to the mountains in Taung Gyi ( Shan State ). I loved it ! I love Shan State and it's a very pleasant place to live. I have a plan to buy a land in Taung Gyi or somewhere in the Shan State when I'm rich enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-1786179750014606583?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/1786179750014606583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=1786179750014606583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1786179750014606583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1786179750014606583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-walking-is-good-warm-up-exercise.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-8251480266285821872</id><published>2009-03-19T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:51:18.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let's See How Forgetful I Am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. When I went to my boyfriend's house to take my phone bill scripts, I came back home without the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. My mom bought some fruits for my aunt because I wanted to pay homage to her. I hired a taxi and went off, then I realized when i was about to reach her place that i didn't bring the fruits with me. So i had to ask the taxi driver to turn back. Wasted double taxi fare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Now I forgot what I was about to write for this fact number 3. Let me think again. omg.. i'm not faking this..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Ok i remember. When I was in second year of my diploma course, I had the final examination for the elective that i took. Although the credit was quite little compared to the main modules, it mattered for me. The test was actually on Tuesday which I totally forgot about it and so i planned to study that module only on Wednesday. I hadn't studied anything for that module but i roughly understood the objectives. It was on Tuesday and I had a call from my classmate that the test had already started. My head blew off literally. I ran to the Exam room and I reached there 30 minutes before the exam was over. My hands were shaking and i just wrote down everything blindly without knowing the correct answers. I didn't even have a pen cuz i forgot to put it inside my pencil case so i borrowed a pen from my lecturer. Eventually i finished the paper with uncertainty. I thought i failed that module. Luckily, I got a grade C. I was more than happy. :)That was one of the worst days of my life. I learned a lesson from this happening and so now I keep a small notebook which i write in all the appointments and schedules. But i still forget easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. I'm really bad at remembering names especially the Asian names. I even can't remember the Burmese names if it's a new friend's name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Needless to say that I'm bad at remembering phone numbers. But I'll never forget my home phone number and my boyfriend's phone numbers. Is that a little biased??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. I still guess my best friends' birthdays. They normally get angry. Well that's me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. I'm lucky that I haven't forgotten my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-8251480266285821872?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/8251480266285821872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=8251480266285821872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/8251480266285821872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/8251480266285821872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-see-how-forgetful-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-3513661744727717226</id><published>2009-03-16T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:21:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's just too much bad things but there's little justice, sympathy and understandings in life. Humanity's made up of selfishness, jealousy, anger, greed,bullies and misunderstandings. &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't we just live without all these bad feelings and thoughts just for a day ? &lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be very hard practicing to live with just love, forgiveness and ignorance. However, there's gonna be huge benefits in our life if we can even practice being optimistic and to be in others' shoes just for half a day. &lt;br /&gt;If we could forgive, forget and solve the bad situations peacefully, the following consequences and outcomes are unbelievably satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;At the start, we might face difficulties and even have anger while trying to control but we may get used to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these problems we've been facing nowadays would slightly decrease if we practice to love one another and there would be less sufferings, wars, hunger, and even in relationships. I know this is easier said than done but why not we practice to control our burning desires, anger and greed rather than complaining about the problems we face in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing this because I've learned to control them . I'm not a perfect person too but I've been trying to be optimistic for quite a time because I'm a short-tempered person who can easily get complicated with my own thoughts and stuffs i face in life. I'm still trying to fight myself and against my selfishness, greed, and all the bad feelings i have in my mind and my behavior. I'm still figuring out what kind of person i am. While doing this, I just want to live peacefully and also want to see the world in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-3513661744727717226?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/3513661744727717226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=3513661744727717226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/3513661744727717226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/3513661744727717226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-just-too-much-bad-things-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-4722662705968704664</id><published>2009-03-10T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:04:24.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When my life's filled with worries, sorrow, or even happiness.. &lt;br /&gt;I just got to hear my mom, dad's voice.. They make me whole.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Grandpa is very talkative, i do appreciate and acknowledge whatever he says on phone and it's really cute that he even tries to read some important news from a journal when we're left with few minutes from the International Calling cards.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he misses me a lot and wants to see my face and have face-to-face conversations. I always pay attention to him and respond back nicely though sometimes I'm not really interested in his conversations. This is my respect to my family. &lt;br /&gt;My grandpa has very high expectations on his grandchildren because he couldn't go to universities due to financial problems when he was young. Therefore I really wish I can make my family &amp; myself proud. I do not know how but I'll figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to say is that, whenever i talk to my family i feel very delighted and most of my worries would be gone. Although my family's quite a busy one, they still care about me and i love being pampered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just very proud and thankful to be in my family. I've had the best childhood life, teenage life and I'm now living without any worries and with all the love in my world. Although I'm not from a very rich family, I just the love the way how my life has been and being with my family for all my life would be the best thing ever happened to me. &lt;br /&gt;If my wishes could come true, I'd wish to live together with my family, and my Love happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for making my life joyful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-4722662705968704664?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/4722662705968704664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=4722662705968704664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4722662705968704664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4722662705968704664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-my-lifes-filled-with-worries.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-1219979319796489975</id><published>2009-02-23T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:42:50.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally updated my blog template ! &lt;br /&gt;Thank u &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nadya&lt;/span&gt; , for helping me out with my template and teaching me how to edit it. &lt;br /&gt;Today is our last day at Singapore Poly cuz we've just completed our 3-year diploma course. We won't see each other until the Graduation Ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all of us. &lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing all my friends and myself to achieve a good status in our life and have great careers ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See u guys again.. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-1219979319796489975?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/1219979319796489975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=1219979319796489975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1219979319796489975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1219979319796489975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-finally-updated-my-blog-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-7997118357795859311</id><published>2009-02-21T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:10:37.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have thousands of words in my head generated by every beatings of my heart.. &lt;br /&gt;These words won't come out although i tried to let them spill. They were just stuck at the tip of my tongue. &lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes cuz they say more than a thousand words. &lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know what I'd be thinking when i'm looking into your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;This Shy personality of me obstructs the words i've for u. &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much i want to talk to u. &lt;br /&gt;At last, what comes out from my mouth would be the jokes and rubbish words while i retained the true words i have. &lt;br /&gt;Do u read my mind? &lt;br /&gt;Did u noticed that I've changed? ..in a good way.. &lt;br /&gt;Do u know how much I wanna be with you? &lt;br /&gt;Did u know that i talk with ease but I'm very serious inside?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. when i say NO, i'm saying YES in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;I think i'm secretive and introvert. &lt;br /&gt;All i wanna say is.. I love you. That's the feeling i've always had for u. I used to hide this feeling too. I used to be proud to admit that i truely love u. This was just my childish and immature behavior. &lt;br /&gt;I used to think love is just a temporary feeling. &lt;br /&gt;I was very wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong to each other forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-7997118357795859311?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/7997118357795859311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=7997118357795859311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/7997118357795859311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/7997118357795859311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-thousands-of-words-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-7744419488625297545</id><published>2009-02-10T13:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:31:37.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some Reasons why i hate EXAMS ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sleepless nights &lt;br /&gt;- Memorizing Theories (the worst part)&lt;br /&gt;- Instant Noodles ( i've no time to cook but to eat them, 0% craving for instant noodles)&lt;br /&gt;- Pain in the ass and back ( sit for too long ) &lt;br /&gt;- No fun time&lt;br /&gt;- No Dating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;I hate u Mr. Exam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-7744419488625297545?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/7744419488625297545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=7744419488625297545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/7744419488625297545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/7744419488625297545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-reasons-why-i-hate-exams-sleepless.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-555773826313732766</id><published>2009-02-05T01:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:52:58.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Genuine Hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an exam tmrw in the evening but i can't concentrate on my studies. &lt;br /&gt;I felt like writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to write down the things i like to do since i was a kid. &lt;br /&gt;I'd say those are my genuine hobbies because nobody's really forced me to have those interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing&lt;/span&gt;. I really do. &lt;br /&gt;- Since i was around 7 or 8 , i wrote little poems which came into my mind. I would write them down on pieces of paper and after that i showed to my mom or dad. They laughed the way i composed poems. It would be about nature, my family and stuffs. Then i would just leave the papers on the table randomly but my mom kept them until now. &lt;br /&gt;When i grew up to be a teenager, she showed me those poems i wrote and i laughed. I understood why my parents laughed then. I sounded very innocent basically because i was a kid. &lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, i just write and keep them to myself because my Burmese vocabularies and grammars aren't very strong. I'm like hanging in the middle cuz my Burmese isn't that good and My English isn't that rich and descriptive. So i decided to read more English books lately. I wanna be a writer who will just keep the writings to herself. :P &lt;br /&gt;However,i don't have a Diary book which is being locked. &lt;br /&gt;I just have a book that i write all sorts of things such as songs, letters, etc and it's not locked for more info hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very into drawing though my drawings aren't very good. I've never gone for drawing classes or any art school. I really really wanted to but due to time constraints, i couldn't go. If i have time, i still want to go for drawing and painting classes. I find peace while i'm drawing or doing some handi-art. &lt;br /&gt;When i see a paper, i would just draw out. My strokes aren't professional but i know i have the potential to be a good artist. Too bad there's no one to guide me :(&lt;br /&gt;I read some books though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MUSIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply passionate about music. &lt;br /&gt;I started to learn basic piano when i was 11 at ILBC. However i stopped learning at the age of 14 and i moved on to guitar lessons given by my Dad :P He's my personal instructor. My dad said if i don't practice, he won't teach me. &lt;br /&gt;So i practiced until the sweats drop from my elbows. &lt;br /&gt;After a month of practice, i learned how to play the chords C, Am , F , G.. though the F maj was still very difficult, i could handle it within another month. &lt;br /&gt;The first song i figured out how to play was " Miss You Like Crazy" by The Mofatts.&lt;br /&gt;I still play piano but it's free-style. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still desperate to continue learning Piano &amp; Guitar when i have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SWIMMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Swimming very much. &lt;br /&gt;I started swimming when i was 10 and my skin was really tanned when i was young. &lt;br /&gt;I know that my skin's still dark but it was darker when i was having swimming trainings. so u just imagine me :P &lt;br /&gt;I can't resist seeing water.. when i see water, i just wanna jump down or dive in. &lt;br /&gt;However, i can't really swim that fast anymore now.. due to lack of training. I stopped training at the age of 14. Cuz i didn't want myself to look like Kalama .since i already look like one. &lt;br /&gt;I still go for swimming when i'm free. I can only complete half a lap. That's really a bad stamina. Well, whatever, i'm still loving Swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-555773826313732766?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/555773826313732766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=555773826313732766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/555773826313732766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/555773826313732766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-genuine-hobby-i-have-exam-tmrw-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-2102069902826933168</id><published>2009-02-04T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:03:54.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A wish Of A Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my brothers are doing very fine emotionally &amp; physically. Wish they're happy and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my elder brothers were with me right now because it is so hard for me to see them. I can barely meet them even for 30 days a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my brothers Ko Gyi &amp; Ko lay would hug me and say " Thiri Zun we missed you so bad.. welcome home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can play , talk and joke with my brothers like we used to when we were kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i can talk with them on phone whenever i call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can discuss my problems, my fears, sadness, my happiness,our future with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can cook for them someday. Wish we'll all be eating and sharing food together happily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can help them with what they need, or encourage them when they're down or when they're facing hardship in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would know that i love them very much. And that they're my favorite brothers of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would care about me and be protective of me since i'm their only sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's too much that i'm asking for.. I'd just wish to fulfill their dreams and be with them together forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-2102069902826933168?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/2102069902826933168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=2102069902826933168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/2102069902826933168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/2102069902826933168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/02/wish-of-sister-i-wish-my-elder-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-2163573407560586387</id><published>2009-01-25T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:49:33.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is Friendship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had quite a number of friends in my life. Some became my good friends while some are just ordinary friends. When i was a kid, i used to think most of my friends would become my best friends. However, i've now understood that it is not that easy to have a best friend. One of my close friends told me that she doesn't have any best friends because no one is perfect.  What she thinks is partially true. On the other hand, friends make our lives more sophisticated and lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to have met my close friends and I want to thank them for making my days filled with joy and laughter.  I don't really judge my friends and i like the way they are. Some of my close friends from high school told me that i don't love them and care about them because i always acted cold. However, they came to know my real friendship upon them after some time. I don't really show my feelings but i do love and care about them on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends but i only have few close friends. :) We've been through thick and thin, and we hardly have any secrets between us. We even share our little issues. The short moments i've had with them became precious memories of my life. The best thing about having close friends is that, we are very down-to-earth and i love laughing out really loud with them. Only us know how it feels and we'll be in our own world when we get together. Why should we care  what other think? It's time to enjoy our moments while we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would i be if i've never met them ?? That's a very difficult situation to think about u know.. I hope our friendship lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys ! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-2163573407560586387?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/2163573407560586387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=2163573407560586387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/2163573407560586387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/2163573407560586387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-friendship-ive-had-quite-number.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-5021258243568613365</id><published>2009-01-23T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:12:59.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from my family, the person who knows the real me would be my Mynn..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's because i'm predictable or sth.&lt;br /&gt;I love him like my blood-related brother and ofcuz like my soulmate too.&lt;br /&gt;He's just like a family member to me.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me like a little sister, teaching me about life, and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've understood that Love is more than just emotions, sacrificial,..etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcuz love is the burning desire that everyone seeks for and enjoys the pain they get from it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to describe Love as it's different in meaning for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mynn's my soulmate, my love, and also my best friend. Furthermore, he's  my teacher and my full-time guardian angel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very fortunate and grateful to have him with me because he's taught me the most precious words and philosophies.&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel who's come to guard me and to put me on the right path of life.&lt;br /&gt;This is really just more than love. Thank you for making me realize things that i've ignored for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;May you always be happy and be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;to&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-5021258243568613365?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/5021258243568613365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=5021258243568613365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/5021258243568613365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/5021258243568613365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/01/apart-from-my-family-person-who-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-224702548882506405</id><published>2009-01-23T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:19:14.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obviously, My blog is in such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because i don't really know how to edit the template.&lt;br /&gt;So uh.. if there's any one who visits my blog, i do apologize for my unorganized posts.&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn how to edit the template from my friend some other day.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;until then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-224702548882506405?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/224702548882506405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=224702548882506405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/224702548882506405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/224702548882506405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2009/01/obviously-my-blog-is-in-such-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-1119210997790048620</id><published>2008-12-23T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:00:43.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bel si ko yout yout, bar tway ko lote lote, a twayy htel a myel tan Min win nay tel&lt;/span&gt;" ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u so much boo..&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to miss u as u were at the Meditation Camp. umm not a camp though , at the monastry doing good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just counting down the days til the day u'll be back from Yangon.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like time passes so slowly when i wait for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desires&lt;/span&gt; are inversely proportional to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;. That's what i think.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i miss u / need u, i listen to the songs u sang. Cuz i feel u close to me.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i can't wait to see you !&lt;br /&gt;~Hugz ! xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-1119210997790048620?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/1119210997790048620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=1119210997790048620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1119210997790048620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1119210997790048620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/12/bel-si-ko-yout-yout-bar-tway-ko-lote.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-2555027768782262983</id><published>2008-11-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:19:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone can be passionate but it takes Real lovers to be silly :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-2555027768782262983?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/2555027768782262983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=2555027768782262983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/2555027768782262983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/2555027768782262983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/11/anyone-can-be-passionate-but-it-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-7737775051838952910</id><published>2008-11-02T16:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:28:32.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part Of My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy was my first ever pet dog. He was a terrier and had fluffy ears.As much as i remember, I was around Five years old and i loved Eddy so much.Sadly, he was given away to my uncle's friend cuz my family couldn't take care of Eddy anymore. That was the first time i cried because of a pet and i remember my aunt ( my uncle's wife ) was crying too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gucci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gucci was a name given by my eldest brother to our belonged-to-us-for-aday pet dog. I was around eight i guess.Ko gyi ( my eldest bro ) found a stray puppy in front of our house and he decided to keep him at home. I was so happy thinking that i've finally found a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately, my bro saw the puppy's mother looking for his son and was howling. So he comforted me to let go of the puppy cuz it's not good to seperate a family. My happiness only lasted for a day. I didn't talk to my brother for a day cuz i was so sad to let go of the puppy. There went another best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ritchie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ritchie was a very smart one and he was a Dalmatian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember very well that i was fourteen when i had Ritchie. He was with me for almost a year and he brought me joy &amp;amp; laughter. My eldest brother gave Ritchie as a present for me. Actually it was for his girlfriend but his girlfriend didn't want him so he gave me. What a good brother :P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SQ1uJkKOlnI/AAAAAAAAABg/7hqoVpArVDc/s1600-h/with+Ritchie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SQ1uJkKOlnI/AAAAAAAAABg/7hqoVpArVDc/s320/with+Ritchie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263984650070431346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't sleep at nights when i hear Ritchie whimpering or barking. I would go downstairs and checked him out whether he was fine. As Ritchie had to stay alone in a room, he was scared. Then i would feel heart broken to see him scared but my dad told me that i can't bring him to sleep with me. Ritchie grew up day by day and he was very strong cuz he could make me fall down just by leaping onto me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My cousin sister and I taught Ritchie how to play hide and seek. We were so surprised to see that he could cope up with our way of playing. At the end of the day, he knew when we told him to be the seeker and he would search for us while we were hiding. We pretended that he didn't found us but he came and lick our face which means he found us !! haha he was so smart . :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not only he likes chicken, he likes vegetables too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor Ritchie, he was given away to my brother's friend cuz my grandfather couldn't stand having dogs at home as usual. So it broke my heart to let go of Ritchie. My eyes were swollen from crying a lot. I still can't forget the days i had with Ritchie. May you always be upon peace wherever you are Ritchie.. I love u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmee Lay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmee lay came into my life before Ritchie was given away. I remember Hmee lay was born at the attic of our house and there were three of them. I went up and peeped at the cat family sleeping together. The first one i saw was Hmee lay and he was sleeping facing me, looking so tiny. I fell in love with them. When Hmee lay was around 4 months old, Ritchie used to chase him. I used to have around 15 cats at home and i loved all of them equally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After Ritchie was given away, my grandpa decided to give away the cats too cuz the house was too crowded with cats ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Used to think Grandpa was so Cruel&lt;/span&gt; ). I didn't come out from my bro's room and i locked the door cuz i couldn't stand the scene. All my cats were being taken away. My hearts shattered into pieces. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SQ1vCYuUjPI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yv63xsYlOuY/s1600-h/DSCF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SQ1vCYuUjPI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yv63xsYlOuY/s320/DSCF2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263985626253135090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My bro felt sorry for me and he secretly left Hmee lay alone and he knocked on the door but i didn't open. Then he forced me to open it and then i found Hmee lay . I held him tight and cried alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end, Hmee lay was the only pet left with me . I was hoping so much not to give him away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My parents didn't let me kiss Hmee lay as they were afraid i'll get disease but i used to kiss his nose secretly. My cat loved me cuz his "meowing" voice always become soft whenever i call him. :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad told me i can't shower the cats but i helped Hmee lay to shower . It would be his worst day of his life :P heehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the year 2007 August, Hmee lay was nowhere to be found. I lost him. I waited for him for two days but he never returned. I cried. Until now, i still have hope that he'll come back to me cuz he wasn't given away nor died. I was there with him and another morning i woke up without him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, i rarely cried for a man but i've cried so many times for pets and animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart has been broken so many times by pets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S . There's the only man that i shred tons of my tears for.. yea he is the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-7737775051838952910?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/7737775051838952910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=7737775051838952910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/7737775051838952910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/7737775051838952910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-of-my-life-eddy-eddy-was-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SQ1uJkKOlnI/AAAAAAAAABg/7hqoVpArVDc/s72-c/with+Ritchie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-6853971957246632174</id><published>2008-10-29T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:43:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Being A Part Of Melodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever become one of the melodies that you're hearing?&lt;br /&gt;It feels awesome to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifted away by the flow of rhythm&lt;br /&gt;At some point , feeling like a floating feather ..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes like an explosive material..&lt;br /&gt;They always make me feel different &amp;amp; unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; walking on vibrating strings while feeling the harmony.&lt;br /&gt;It just feels magnificent being into the aesthetic melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy music while you can because it makes you feel young &amp;amp; fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Not only it refreshes us, but music can also improve our thinking powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel deeply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;greatful&lt;/span&gt; to be apart of melodies, and have opportunity to beautify them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-6853971957246632174?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/6853971957246632174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=6853971957246632174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/6853971957246632174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/6853971957246632174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-apart-of-melodies-have-u-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-655339531233799301</id><published>2008-10-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:20:26.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SQGTRXKdHHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XPxZpKfjt3w/s1600-h/1aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SQGTRXKdHHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XPxZpKfjt3w/s320/1aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260647766230375538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Walk I'll Always Remember~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14th October 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he'd take me to Admiralty Park beside his School ( Republic Poly)&lt;br /&gt;I like this Admiralty Park because it looks so green and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;When i met him at around 6pm, he took me for a walk to the park like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;Walking with him makes  me happy cuz i love the feeling of being right next to him.&lt;br /&gt;He took me to the newly-opened Forest in Admiralty Park.. and it was so beautiful.. for me.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like a rain-forest and the environment of it was misty and cooling which reminds me of my all-time favorite place ( Shan State ) like Taungyi, Pindaya.&lt;br /&gt;We walked through the forest and though i could hear some cars passing by, i loved the feeling of being around nature.. especially with him.&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like a kid when i'm with him and while walking through the forest, we talked silly jokes and lame stuffs.. like i always used to. He does compliment me that my jokes aren't funny at all.. And still i won't stop. :D&lt;br /&gt;OH !! Guess What !!! we saw a Komodo Dragon  swimming in the drain-like stream.. I felt very happy to see those animals..But i'll be afraid if it came near me.. i thought it was a snake.. We were watching from an over-head Bridge. It was so cool !!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i can see some tall apartments from the forest and that made me think i'm still in woodlands haha.. but i felt like i was in forest for real at most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank u Baby boo.. for taking me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u honey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-655339531233799301?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/655339531233799301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=655339531233799301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/655339531233799301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/655339531233799301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/10/walk-ill-always-remember-14th-october.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SQGTRXKdHHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XPxZpKfjt3w/s72-c/1aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-1900945888356441619</id><published>2008-10-04T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:04:50.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SOcTeKUQyRI/AAAAAAAAABI/pkBvVfgmP6g/s1600-h/chit+%2852%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SOcTeKUQyRI/AAAAAAAAABI/pkBvVfgmP6g/s320/chit+%2852%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253188899237316882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and die in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up, it's you and your smile that I've always wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for quite a time and I still get butterflies in my stomach when i'm about to see u or hear something sweet from u. I still feel shy when u look me in my eyes and tell me that u love me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go home after seeing you. I hate it when u force me to go home and I felt like punching you for making me go home. But u know that i never will. I hope u'll feel the same way too.. I hope you wouldn't want to let me go when it's time for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I shall wait for the day .. for us to be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;No more pushing me to get inside MRT stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-1900945888356441619?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/1900945888356441619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=1900945888356441619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1900945888356441619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/1900945888356441619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wanna-spend-rest-of-my-life-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SOcTeKUQyRI/AAAAAAAAABI/pkBvVfgmP6g/s72-c/chit+%2852%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-3442448121567386447</id><published>2008-10-03T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:58:24.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SRMFhU2SY1I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZwsKX4kkafo/s1600-h/DSCF1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SRMFhU2SY1I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZwsKX4kkafo/s320/DSCF1919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265558459416470354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like a mountain he protects me&lt;br /&gt;Brought me up to see how beautiful the world is&lt;br /&gt;Pushed me out, he let me face the challenges of life and guided me through to see my mistakes &amp;amp; learn.&lt;br /&gt;Never will he stop me from my ambitions and desire&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he gave me everything he has.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I turn to him, his arms were always wide open to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;Taught me to be strong through his experiences, struggles, ups &amp;amp; downs..&lt;br /&gt;Held me with his hands covered in grease, dirt and cuts but those hands made me become who I am right now and to be an educated person.&lt;br /&gt;The first man to know me inside-out and yet still forgives my flaws and loves me like anything.&lt;br /&gt;Ignored his life, his health just to support us and smiles when i'm living a perfect life .&lt;br /&gt;I've known him for all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen him angry, happy, sad, harsh and loving..&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy when he said he misses me for the first time in my life. It amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;I get angry at him sometimes but I wanna take those anger back because I should never get angry at him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very thankful to the Monk who taught me how important Parents are. I read his book and I could change myself on time before i regret on something.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I love u very much. I wish you're well . Long live My dad and My Mom :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-3442448121567386447?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/3442448121567386447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=3442448121567386447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/3442448121567386447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/3442448121567386447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-mountain-he-protects-me-brought-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SRMFhU2SY1I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZwsKX4kkafo/s72-c/DSCF1919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-4014841974078794936</id><published>2008-10-02T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:59:18.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will i be able to stay with my family again for more than 2 months?..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with them.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i go back to Yangon..it is only to see my family ,friends, to do some good deeds.. I had nothing more to do there.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have more memories at my hometown, and die there.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stay here for long..where all the people are selfish, mean, greedy, and sometimes they tend to be racists.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens I'm very proud to be a Burmese.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who we are or where we are from.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters is to know what we'll do when we get to a place, or a rank and figure out what's our next move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-4014841974078794936?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/4014841974078794936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=4014841974078794936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4014841974078794936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4014841974078794936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/10/will-i-be-able-to-stay-with-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-4464360048613408435</id><published>2008-10-02T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:33:29.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;DREAMS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning i wake up recalling my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;In some dreams i weep, in some i would laugh, run with anxiety, crying out names, and all kinds of dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams i had with my family would be the most memorable ones.&lt;br /&gt;I once heard u calling me  " kg ma lay " in my dreams... with a soft tone like  u always call me outside..but it had more echoes. That made me feel warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst dreams i had are those that made me cry even outside and i really felt tired and heart-ache when i woke up from them. I heard myself murmuring too..&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed about my mom and dad dying, my grandpa got stabbed by a burglar, being apart from Mynn, The breaking out of Wars in Myanmar and where all my family started to disappear, running under flying bombs and protecting my family, seeing my pets' death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why i dream alot.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i have connections with my dreams and the world outside. I might sound a little more towards supernatural.. but i dunno too . maybe i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are just imaginations and sometimes illusions. People tend to dream what they mostly think of or what they thought about before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-4464360048613408435?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/4464360048613408435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=4464360048613408435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4464360048613408435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4464360048613408435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams-every-morning-i-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-4468913904192122950</id><published>2008-08-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:35:58.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Anniversary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SORrvidkuHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8Ijtx4v7zTE/s1600-h/chit+%2851%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SORrvidkuHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8Ijtx4v7zTE/s320/chit+%2851%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441529869711474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th August                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today's the day when everything started&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five years ago, we watched Mars and everything seems like yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day u and i became lovers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U told me that i just tried u out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, i had a crush on u and i told anna, jenny and yawai about that a couple of weeks before 27th August . U found out through Thiha =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not so long after that, we became lovers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt weird on that day cuz i didn't really expect that he would be my bf as we've been friends since we were like 13. ( i dun really remember my age) So i felt weird and happy too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left u three times during our 3 years of relationship but we were only apart for at most a month &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the year 2006, i left u again and it was a year plus of being apart from u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though we had our own bfs and gfs, we couldn't forget about each other. The weird fact is that i thought about u most of the nights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got back together in 2007. Now it's been four years that we've been together. Well, it's actually five years if i wasn't stupid and bitchy to have left u . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's not dwell with the past, we'll just focus on our present lives and prepare our future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise our future will be bright and wonderful ..i mean it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you very much . I again dedicate my love to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel really thankful to have u back and i'll never let go u again..ever. This i promise u . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Anniversary Baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ayan chit tel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.   I was watching August Rush. This might be a coincedence and this movie would dedicate to us. Cus i say so . :P hehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-4468913904192122950?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/4468913904192122950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=4468913904192122950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4468913904192122950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/4468913904192122950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/08/27th-august-todays-day-when-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SORrvidkuHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8Ijtx4v7zTE/s72-c/chit+%2851%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29188133.post-3712291408265533235</id><published>2008-08-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:10:38.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August Rush'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SLQkO9x3L1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/VataBWDCNvg/s1600-h/3984934_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238852106059198290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SLQkO9x3L1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/VataBWDCNvg/s320/3984934_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"August Rush" is a must-see movie directed by Kirsten Sheridan which was distributed by Warner Bros. It was released in november 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's about an eleven year old orphan kid who is very passionate about music though he's never even touched a note before. He was born to be a music genius u can say. He said he hears music in everything even in the wind, light, etc. I was impressed by the way the kid cope up with music so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was so much better than i expected. I'm passionate about music but after seeing this movie i learnt that music creations can't be forced , it just comes naturally and that every single thing has its Rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the movie, i felt curiosity in me cuz i really wanted to know what's gonna happen next as the movie continues. My favorite scenes in the movie are the part where the kid started strumming a guitar. He's never touched any instrument before but once he heard the sound, he felt so comfortable with it and started creating melodies and that made me feel " WOW " .&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite scene is the last part where they show-cased his compositions at the Julliard Art School's Concert. The music sounded so natural and it has nature's sounds. I watched it without blinking and i'm not exargerrating it . I even had goosebumps and felt really impressed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't just read my recommendation, Go for it!&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax cuz u're gonna enjoy this movie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29188133-3712291408265533235?l=thirizun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/feeds/3712291408265533235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29188133&amp;postID=3712291408265533235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/3712291408265533235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29188133/posts/default/3712291408265533235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirizun.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-rush-is-must-see-movie-directed.html' title=''/><author><name>Thiri Zun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06774066220957441729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SrpBk2p4RGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VADvOrXW47Q/S220/DSC01605.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPSQImPiDT4/SLQkO9x3L1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/VataBWDCNvg/s72-c/3984934_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
