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Yay! Changed my blog layout.

I’ve grown sick of dark and gloomy background… besides, it’s spring yo! Flowers are blooming everywhere and the sun shines even on the rainy days, why must I all be sad and moody. Let’s get the mood brightened up a bit.
 
Anyway, for some reasons the blog header appears to be a bit pixelated, I don’t know why. I’m pretty sure I got the dimension correct, I’ve checked the pixels and all. Anyway, it was way worse when I uploaded the JPEG version, so I tried using PNG and it seems a little bit better, like the above.

I’ve been changing my blog name a couple of times till now. I think, from now on… I shall try to stick with one. I'll use mirpof. Where did I get it from? Oh, it was a typo when I wanted to write…...... heheee… I’ll keep that to myself. But yeah, that was when I first setup this blog… the url accidentally became mirpof.blogspot.com.

It really has no meaning. Unless you can find one for me.

Lalaalaa….





nak balik Malaysia lagi 6 hari, ada orang nak kirim barang?

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ahaks! too late! 

Comments

lara aisya said…
spanks....satu ye...
lara aisya said…
yang ni bukan nak kirim tapi nak u belikan...iphone4...muah..muah..muah...hahahahah
JelinaJoli said…
tp aku slalu baca mister prof.
Test said…
smakin panas blog ni ye
Unknown said…
mana ada panasnya fira, ada hujan tu...

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