tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73064139377733567822012-02-16T00:20:18.661-08:00rishanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12516253389419953434noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306413937773356782.post-24728094627638280742009-03-27T06:17:00.000-07:002009-03-27T06:29:46.733-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iv6xdzKmN9w/SczUnswD0vI/AAAAAAAAABw/pdv6OHH0Jsw/s1600-h/DSCN2141.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iv6xdzKmN9w/SczUnswD0vI/AAAAAAAAABw/pdv6OHH0Jsw/s200/DSCN2141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317859038510437106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My mom's School's sport day<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">It was a amazing day for today.I went for the sport day in my mom's school.It is a tamil school and very fantastic.There were many events such arranging tins , passing ballons filled with water n more.My younger brother n my younger sister are studying in my mom's school.My bro took part in arranging tins n passing ballons filled with water.My sister took part in bringing the ball...or what else.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7306413937773356782-2472809462763828074?l=rishanmurali.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rishanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12516253389419953434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306413937773356782.post-64082338557849944242009-03-21T19:38:00.000-07:002009-03-21T21:09:37.628-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iv6xdzKmN9w/ScWmFuu8eqI/AAAAAAAAABE/NewbqhWGKxc/s1600-h/DSCN1149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iv6xdzKmN9w/ScWmFuu8eqI/AAAAAAAAABE/NewbqhWGKxc/s320/DSCN1149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315837552555227810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My young bro's n my birthday<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >What do u think when u see the photo of my bro n me.U all must be wondering why we're celebrating birthday together.Actually,we r not born in the same year but same day n month.He was born on 3 Ogos 2002 whereas I was born on 3 Ogos 1995.So, my mother felt very happy and always treat us as twins n buy same clothes for both of us. We have same characters but I'm very quiet and obedient compare to him.</span><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7306413937773356782-6408233855784994424?l=rishanmurali.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rishanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12516253389419953434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306413937773356782.post-79097176232584418912009-03-21T19:35:00.000-07:002009-03-21T21:03:22.785-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iv6xdzKmN9w/ScWkFPE1biI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gHXIw5XXDlA/s1600-h/me+n+my+young+bro+since+i+was+10+years+old.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iv6xdzKmN9w/ScWkFPE1biI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gHXIw5XXDlA/s320/me+n+my+young+bro+since+i+was+10+years+old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835345033850402" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Me , from the right<br /> My bro , from the left<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">About me</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;">h</span>i everyone. </span>I'm rishan,14 from Segamat,Johor.<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm studying in Sekolah Tinggi Segamat(STS).</span><br />I always like to be different from other people!<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm so thin n short as can be the in the photo above ( also my mother use to complaint) because it was taken when I'm ......I think when I'm 9-10 years old.</span> The little one is my apple Ekaakshwar. Though he's very very very naughty but I love him so much.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></blockquote></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7306413937773356782-7909717623258441891?l=rishanmurali.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rishanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12516253389419953434noreply@blogger.com0