<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933</id><updated>2009-10-14T04:11:13.474+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moronic World of T</title><subtitle type='html'>No matter how dark the night, morning always comes, and our journey begins anew.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-4958297699348417704</id><published>2009-04-01T15:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:12:16.928+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 320px;" src="http://karin.saleharania.com/moved.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karin.saleharania.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 31px;" src="http://karin.saleharania.com/moved2.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-4958297699348417704?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/4958297699348417704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=4958297699348417704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/4958297699348417704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/4958297699348417704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-5099779376212197120</id><published>2009-03-28T02:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T02:50:02.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blown by the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/Sc1zlaZU3OI/AAAAAAAABRQ/zNMkenkQNS0/s1600-h/arghh.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/Sc1zlaZU3OI/AAAAAAAABRQ/zNMkenkQNS0/s400/arghh.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318033821572324578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate you Firefox. You keep closing on me. I hate you. I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am not walking out on the cyberworld. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But this place &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; turning to dust. Give me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I hate Mozilla.&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/5118533777335594933-5099779376212197120?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5099779376212197120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=5099779376212197120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5099779376212197120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5099779376212197120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/blown-by-wind.html' title='Blown by the wind'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/Sc1zlaZU3OI/AAAAAAAABRQ/zNMkenkQNS0/s72-c/arghh.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-5708930206072380299</id><published>2009-03-25T20:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:11:27.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Powered by Leha soooonnnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, what a night.&lt;br /&gt;Late December back in '63.&lt;br /&gt;What a very special time for me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I remember what a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I didn't even know her name,&lt;br /&gt;But I was never gonna be the same.&lt;br /&gt;What a lady. What a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I. I got a funny feeling when she walked&lt;br /&gt;In the room and I,&lt;br /&gt;As I recall it ended much too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night,&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotizing, mesmerizing me.&lt;br /&gt;She was everything I dreamed she'd be.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet surrender, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a rush like a rolling bolt of thunder&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin' my head around and taking my body under.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I. I got a funny feeling when she walked&lt;br /&gt;In the room and I,&lt;br /&gt;As I recall it ended much too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take so long to see the light?&lt;br /&gt;Seemed so wrong, but now it seems so right.&lt;br /&gt;What a lady, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a rush like a rolling bolt of thunder&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin' my head around and taking my body under.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrodaz &amp;amp; Sishtaz, I iz ending diz soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch this space, mi corazon. Watch this space turn to dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-5708930206072380299?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5708930206072380299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=5708930206072380299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5708930206072380299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5708930206072380299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/powered-by-leha-soooonnnnn.html' title='Powered by Leha soooonnnnn'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-2756928736147823237</id><published>2009-03-21T03:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:59:59.013+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Hehehe naaaadawahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe this is what happens when you've grown too attached to someone. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hours ago three shopaholics - well one in denial (moi) - went to see the Shopaholic movie. J, Y and me. I can't remember which year I read the first book. I can't remember where I bought the book. I remember it's pink. And it is now in the kitty room. And I don't really remember how the story went. This is how I'm gonna be when I watch the next Harry Potter movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed the movie. *thumbsups* Caaaaallliiiiiiiiiiiii. Everybody was different than I remember I imagined. Well, of course. Especially Luke. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; handsome in the movie (according to Y and I agreed a little bit hehehe) but he was not the kind of handsome I imagined. Until at the very end of the movie where he gave back the scarf he suddenly looked deadly serious. Barutah okay. Hehehe. Because I imagined a very serious and handsome Luke bah. Will there be a second movie? Shopaholic hits Manhattan? But she was already in New York punnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siuktah Race to.................mountain something atu? Hahaha. Witch mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I feel like doing this thing Yati and Anis tagged on FB. Kan memanjang-manjangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Zaty&lt;br /&gt;2. Rina&lt;br /&gt;3. Karin&lt;br /&gt;4. Jati (Bawai &amp;amp; Shepol yg ku perasan lah ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MOST IMPORTANT DATES IN YOUR LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;1. 1st Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;2. 1st Syawal&lt;br /&gt;3. 2nd March&lt;br /&gt;4. 13th April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's 18th July, Ket? Your graduation kah tu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 30 MINUTES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Usai layout badan (yg P buat)&lt;br /&gt;2. Facebook&lt;br /&gt;3. Replied sister and cousin's emails&lt;br /&gt;4. Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Makan&lt;br /&gt;2. Jalan sama kengkawan atau cousins&lt;br /&gt;3. Menari lagu Mr Larpus dan lain-lain&lt;br /&gt;4. Membaca buku sioookkkkk. Happy ku tu eyhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bah mau return tickets jua for me and sapa saja sudi ke Hawaii. Macam siuk bah sana atu. Mun nda pun ke Maldives atau Seychelles kah. Tidak lupa tickets ke tanah suci.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kerita bah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hard disk emas ah, yang kana bawa lari tadi ah *lol* YOU CRAZY WOMAN :P&lt;br /&gt;4. Bunga? (cian bah aku ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading (tani semua suka membaca bah ehe)&lt;br /&gt;2. Menari&lt;br /&gt;3. Bowling (eh macam jarang tia sudah. Balik nanti tah puas-puas)&lt;br /&gt;4. "gossiping. Nda lah.. just chatting. =)" (same same jua hahaha) --&gt; awu same same. Hehe nadawah. I'm self-centred, nada masa mendangar ceta orang. Hahahaha. Nadawah. Ada jua sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hawaii tah tu?&lt;br /&gt;2. Kan ke Upper East Side ku. The big Apple.&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris&lt;br /&gt;4. Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pepsi Diet (di Brunei nada ni. Cemana tu nanti ahhh??)&lt;br /&gt;2. Root beer Dad's punya (Ai c Anis inda membuat ani kah favorite nya?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ice Lemon Tea (like cousin like cousin like cousin ah)&lt;br /&gt;4. Milo (awu eh sama ni.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS ALWAYS FOUND IN YOUR ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1. books&lt;br /&gt;2. bantal&lt;br /&gt;3. clothes&lt;br /&gt;4. charger mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR FAVORITE COLORS&lt;br /&gt;1. Green&lt;br /&gt;2. Red&lt;br /&gt;3. Yellow&lt;br /&gt;4. Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I add, FOUR FAVOURITE RESTAURANT AND WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Excapade - pasal sushi nya murah compared to di Mesir and nyaman bah&lt;br /&gt;2. Pondok Sari Wangi - nyaman ayam gorengnya bah. Banaarrr&lt;br /&gt;3. Aminah Arif - ambuyat lah tu ah&lt;br /&gt;4. CA Mohd - yg mcm ala-ala murtabak ah. lupaku namanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( pasal aku lapar masa ani...huhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR HANGOUTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lately ani arah bilik c Liyana sal nyaman tidurku sana hehehe&lt;br /&gt;2. Di bilik tamu rumah kami jua sal nyaman tidur jua di sana&lt;br /&gt;3. Arah Niny lah hehe&lt;br /&gt;4. .....di mana lagi ah. Jarang hang out bah hahahaha. Merata tempat di SC lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR U LOVE SO MUCH: ai payah ni soalan ah&lt;br /&gt;1. Family&lt;br /&gt;2. Apis&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends (cian eh friends no 3 ehehe)&lt;br /&gt;4. Kucing-kucingku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR "THINGS" SPECIAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Duit&lt;br /&gt;2. ID&lt;br /&gt;3. Handphones&lt;br /&gt;4. Bantalku si Roadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR WHO YOU THINK WILL ANSWER THIS SURVEY:&lt;br /&gt;Antah..nada. Ndaku mentag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR REASONS WHY YOU ANSWERED THIS SURVEY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ikutkan orang&lt;br /&gt;2. Siuk usulnya ehehe&lt;br /&gt;3. I want people to know hehe&lt;br /&gt;4. No more reasons&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/5118533777335594933-2756928736147823237?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2756928736147823237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=2756928736147823237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2756928736147823237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2756928736147823237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/hehehe-naaaadawahhh.html' title='Hehehe naaaadawahhh'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-8545134867673661297</id><published>2009-03-20T00:02:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:20:37.619+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Talking about the pot calling the kettle black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Except that I don't think the kettle is black. It's more like the pot &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;accusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the thermos of being black. Didn't I say people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I saw a bit of AF diary pasal Rini being over dramatic. Terasa inda bertempat. Okaylah she has the right to feel what she felt but who had any idea she was like that jua kan? Luarannya saja kuat nya tapi dalamannya lembut. People can only see the outside, not the inside. Can't just expect people to read your mind kan. Like that Pilus guy said, she was being hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey. Just my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish the world revolved around me. But it doesn't. So hey, screw me! Live with it ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/ScLEbEARoNI/AAAAAAAABQs/n_c4mgbBdrM/s1600-h/speeding-ferrari-f430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315026479461015762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/ScLEbEARoNI/AAAAAAAABQs/n_c4mgbBdrM/s400/speeding-ferrari-f430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bella's 'after' car. Now THIS is a babe magnet! Buy me one and I'll love you forever. =P Okay, I'll let you ride with me. Oh, yeah, I haven't replied &lt;a href="http://ba1032by.blogspot.com/"&gt;yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingunderoneroof.wordpress.com/"&gt;ur&lt;/a&gt; emails. Been busy. Eseh. Mesti reply tu. Catch you guys later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-8545134867673661297?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/8545134867673661297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=8545134867673661297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/8545134867673661297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/8545134867673661297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/talking-about-pot-calling-kettle-black.html' title='Talking about the pot calling the kettle black'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/ScLEbEARoNI/AAAAAAAABQs/n_c4mgbBdrM/s72-c/speeding-ferrari-f430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-6174956077188001817</id><published>2009-03-18T12:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:25:58.384+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalam Maknanya Tu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The matter of the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do you know if you're really no longer hung up on your ex? When you stop thinking about them right? Well, I got that covered. But what if suddenly out of the blue just by looking at their pictures, you open that door and you start wandering alone this memory lane filled with dust and cobwebs because you haven't been there since the beginning of the end of that relationship. Well, to tell the truth, I was stuck there for a while all alone even after he'd already left. I wanted to get out, but somehow I felt like the door was just jammed it couldn't open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I was out, never got back in except some time after that when I reluctantly entered with him when he forced me to go in with him and see what we had in there, trying to convince me it would be great to once again be in there. Well I wish I was in the same place as him at that time but you can't force yourself to fall in love right when your heart is some place else. If I could I would. I really would because I believe in second chances, not the Once A Cheater, Always A Cheater theory. Mine is Twice A Cheater, Then That's It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was convinced if that couldn't move me, then nothing would. My heart is glued. But now I saw his pictures with his wife on their honeymoon (and they're only like, 7 of them. Alum lagi semua!) I was jealous? Maybe I was jealous because they're there already and I'm still here in Phase One. Either I'm jealous of this or I'm jealous because he's with someone else. I can't really be too sure. Some people believed that we'd go back together again because we were so meant to be. Maybe he believed that too before. And maybe he thought I believed that too. I did, but I also believed there would never be some supernatural force to take me out of it completely. There was. This guy who's so different from him in every way. So that changed things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matter of the heart is so complex, it's beyond logic. I always believed that matters are only complicated because you make them so. If things are complicated, simplify them. What's so difficult about making things simple? But I guess I jumped on things. Things can be simplified except when they're related to the heart. I see that now. I mean what you feel is one thing. That's as simple as that. But it's another thing to believe that you feel something. You thought you felt love, but turned out you only believed you did. So how should we know if a feeling is real or make-believe? Your heart tricks itself and there's no way of knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. This is how I tune some things out. By thinking of other things. Who would have thought this time I would touch the topic of my ex, who by the way - in case you're curious - is on good terms with me. =) I can only think if he accidentally stumbled on this entry, he would feel flattered that I've thought about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..which brings me to another matter. If I look back on the people that are/were in my life one time and another, I realise things have changed so much. How is this related with my ex? Well, when I was with him, I knew different people, I was friends with those who aren't my friends anymore. All these people were there up until we broke up. Then they just vanished out of my life. The people on my friend list on Facebook, some of them used to know my secrets and stuff. And now, we don't even talk. Just the occasional birthday greetings. But we have mutual friends. People I just met who happen to be their old friends, or the other way around. If I told you whom I used to know so well once upon a time, you'd be in for a big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's something some of you didn't know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason I don't write so much or suck at writing good stuff is because I don't talk about personal stuff. People wanna know the dirt jua kan. All the juicy stuff hehe. Maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you wanna know about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: this month marks the sixth year and fifth month we're together. okay, this is too much of a piece of info for my liking. that won't happen again ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-6174956077188001817?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6174956077188001817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=6174956077188001817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/6174956077188001817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/6174956077188001817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/matter-of-heart.html' title='The matter of the heart'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-862235516009138898</id><published>2009-03-17T19:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:24:24.774+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>My nose is out of joint!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wind blew hard all of a sudden. Close to tornado. We all had doubts whether or not we would survive to see the aftermath. And when we did and saw the afterm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-hard-place-me-in-between.html"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;th, we all wish we hadn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theories. Put to test. Actions just as expected. Theories confirmed. But do people take into account coincidences? Or do some more tests just to make sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories. There are two sides to every story. The strongest influence, and the weak one. The most likely and the most unlikely. The lie, and the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is not all that actually happened, it's just stories that win. Stories that aren't acceptable and non-historic lose, and whether or not they're true, are considered lies anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World politics. I'm better off playing Super Mario.&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/5118533777335594933-862235516009138898?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/862235516009138898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=862235516009138898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/862235516009138898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/862235516009138898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-nose-is-out-of-joint.html' title='My nose is out of joint!'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-1183780417852515524</id><published>2009-03-16T19:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:22:11.502+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>So quiet here on Karin's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/Sb6JjHykcGI/AAAAAAAABQU/aAdP423kYNE/s1600-h/n1595693075_146504_3213901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/Sb6JjHykcGI/AAAAAAAABQU/aAdP423kYNE/s400/n1595693075_146504_3213901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313835846823342178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alfu Syukr to B and Dud for treating us Mexican cuisine On The Border. At On The Border. Heh whatever hehehe. I liked the appetisers! Nyamaannnnnn! The main course not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I wonder if people have trouble viewing my tag board or they just stop by to read and go or what?? Well &lt;a href="http://livingunderoneroof.wordpress.com"&gt;Ket&lt;/a&gt; said ia slalu error kalau kan tag. Anybody else have the same problem? Or you're just being a silent reader? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keriang~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-1183780417852515524?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1183780417852515524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=1183780417852515524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/1183780417852515524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/1183780417852515524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-quiet-here-on-karins-blog.html' title='So quiet here on Karin&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/Sb6JjHykcGI/AAAAAAAABQU/aAdP423kYNE/s72-c/n1595693075_146504_3213901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-597101908177430827</id><published>2009-03-15T12:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:26:17.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke the beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SbzfyRd8GnI/AAAAAAAABQE/BnnpQrXt_eg/s1600-h/dress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SbzfyRd8GnI/AAAAAAAABQE/BnnpQrXt_eg/s400/dress1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313367715165772402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result of Google Image Search, putting 'Korean Style' in search engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can never wear something like this in Brunei because I feel like being overdressed. Brought one dress back to Brunei but never found an occasion to wear it so ended up bringing it back here. I don't think I'll ever wear the one I wore on &lt;a href="http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-her-lobster.html"&gt;this occasion&lt;/a&gt; again. Thankfully I bought it half off during the sales season. So to any of my cousins, if you're my size, you can have the rainbow dress :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/Sbzjwd7HwRI/AAAAAAAABQM/2hg6CrckzhM/s1600-h/emo-style-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/Sbzjwd7HwRI/AAAAAAAABQM/2hg6CrckzhM/s400/emo-style-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313372082196168978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result of Google Image Search, putting 'Emo Style' in search engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/karin1032/th_rockstar-rockstar-kiss-gene-simmons.gif" /&gt; I think I am only able to pull off Emo Style if I am tudong-less. Skip ah hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-597101908177430827?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/597101908177430827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=597101908177430827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/597101908177430827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/597101908177430827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/woke-beast.html' title='Woke the beast'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SbzfyRd8GnI/AAAAAAAABQE/BnnpQrXt_eg/s72-c/dress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-517402975357312818</id><published>2009-03-12T00:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:50:19.842+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalam Maknanya Tu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uksipa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything'/><title type='text'>Ball in your court now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Halfway through reading Eclipse, I realised that Edward was exactly like the Sun, and Jacob like the Moon. Click &lt;a href="http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-friend.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more details (or lack thereof. Who understood?). That said, it automatically hit me that I had a Jacob in my life, and that's pretty strong. I thought I analysed wrong, but the resemblance.....close to uncanny. The moon................Jacob. That's huge. Huge, I tell ya. And I thought the moon was just a small unimportant character in my life. But Jacob to Bella is nothing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when I got to the part where Queen B realised that she was actually in love (or loved him? Okay what's the difference between the two?) with Jacob - I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got to analyse wrong! I can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be in love with the moon. It's not possible. Is it? Okay let's say hypothetically on some unconscious level I was, what would that even mean then? It's huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole comparing thing is so pointless, but that's what I do. When most of the characteristics of two separate individuals are similar, then their endings and results are most probably the same as well. No? It's just too much to be a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got a way around it. If someone doesn't realise that he or she is in love with someone else, then it's not really love. It's something less than that. It's not strong enough to be called that. That, my friend, is my belief. If you don't know you love someone, then you don't really love them. You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it when you love someone. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make sense? Of course not kan. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two days ago I submitted my application for MA. Surprise surprise. Well let's just keep in the dark the places at which I have applied MA for. The courses I have applied for are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arabic studies and literature. Ani last minute banar. Initially I put Islamic history and civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;(If I was Harry Potter, I would say to Dumbledore, "At first I put History, then I changed to Literature. It's like I have no consistency." Then Dumbledore would convince me, "Just the fact that you chose Literature at the very last minute shows that you are a consistent person because as much as you try to avoid it, you can't help but choose it in the end. That, my dear Harry, is an act of consistency." Okay, I talk crap there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arabic-English translation. I don't wanna waste what I've learned since I started school and also since I was 10, so might as well excel these languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done research on these two so I hope I've chosen what's best for me. Now that that's done, time to concentrate on current situation. I have to start my Quran memorising now. I may be going back home this summer (as expected by my friends) but not because of what you think. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to recharge&lt;/span&gt;, in case I get sent away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish someone sealed the deal already. Wishful thinking.&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/5118533777335594933-517402975357312818?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/517402975357312818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=517402975357312818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/517402975357312818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/517402975357312818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/ball-in-your-court-now.html' title='Ball in your court now'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-7963183863575966322</id><published>2009-03-06T21:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:36:35.266+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sleepy, but I don't know why I have to post an entry today. Maybe because I thought I had found a new angle to look at life from, and I feel the need to share. I thought I had it, but I guess it's false alarm. Okay, let's just say, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have it, I'm just having difficulty turning them into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave in to an allergy pill earlier today. This afternoon to be precise. While most people have hassasiah during the cold weather, I have them during this season. I was scratching all over my body. I had to call the pharmacy and ask for a set of tablets to be delivered, and then I found there were still some above the fridge. These pills are supposed to make you sleepy as a side effect. I would have gone to sleep sooner but the fourth book kept me awake. The fourth book was less stressing than the third so I was much more eager to finish it, sleepy and all. And now that I'm done reading, I feel these strong emotions like losing. Pretty much the same emotions I felt when I finished reading the seventh Harry Potter - that last goodbye - although knowing there will be more from Stephenie Meyer. I've already read the first 12 chapters of Midnight Sun. If you liked Twilight, this book is going to be much, much more.......what'stheword...... Entah, pokoknya you'll so love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* sleepy sleepy. I was imagining a much more interesting entry than this. Maybe I'd modify tomorrow...or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my touch.&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/5118533777335594933-7963183863575966322?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/7963183863575966322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=7963183863575966322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/7963183863575966322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/7963183863575966322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/whatever-end-found-us-it-would-not-find.html' title='Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-5608516160686744699</id><published>2009-03-01T19:32:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:23:21.078+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family 1032'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Retirement~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy 55th birthday to Daddy! And that officially marks his retirement. Enjoy! Well his two daughters couldn't be there to celebrate his retirement. Didn't know it was gonna be something close to formal. (Like I would be there if I knew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's March. It's officially spring, right? I'd say it was time for spring cleaning except that I don't think there's anything different, weather-wise and all, and we are definitely needing our jackets still. But March also means the semester is ending, like not soon but it's gonna feel like so. Time flies. Man, I'm not progressing much. The first two weeks still felt like sorta a vacation. There was this indoor games thingie that was held two days in a row. It was surprisingly fun. Not that I expected otherwise. It felt like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malam berjaga-jaga&lt;/span&gt;. And if you know me and my family, you know we love this kinda stuff! I participated at rubik's cube and wii tennis. I lost at both though. Hehehe. Indoor is not my kinda thing (sudah kalah :P). Well at rubik's cube luck wasn't on my team's side. I always think 10% of that game is luck. Ala kulli hal, congrats again to Unit Sukan. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, I finally got the third book of the Twilight saga. Just. You and I know I just can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; read it. I emailed someone who got the soft copies of these books a few nights back, and she only replied it after I had bought Eclipse. Made me think if I had had the copies before going to the bookstore would I have still bought it? Well for the purpose of collection, I think I would still have. So there's definitely going to be some reading time for a while. I think I'm going to temporarily stop caring about everything else until I'm done with the third and fourth. (I hope I won't google for more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SarOB5jI0aI/AAAAAAAABPo/Uy9KJEBO6fU/s1600-h/24012009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SarOB5jI0aI/AAAAAAAABPo/Uy9KJEBO6fU/s400/24012009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308281642832941474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of my G1 that I had said to post before. Well at this time I was using Rob Pattinson as background picture. So much for my denial that it was not Rob that we loved, but Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S and I played bowling last night. Given the time that we had not spent playing bowling, we kinda got back to sucking at it. But my score will still be better than A's hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SarOzwTaXHI/AAAAAAAABP4/3F5VdDRjmlk/s1600-h/28022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SarOzwTaXHI/AAAAAAAABP4/3F5VdDRjmlk/s400/28022009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308282499344522354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SarOtarBpdI/AAAAAAAABPw/mzLSMvCOGZE/s1600-h/28022009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SarOtarBpdI/AAAAAAAABPw/mzLSMvCOGZE/s400/28022009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308282390458770898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy behind the counter knows our names. Every time we go there, we don't need to tell our names (have to give names because they'll put them in the computer, not like arah Utama) . But still in the middle of us playing he always changes our names for fun. See for yourself. Last semester break when I was in Brunei he was looking for me. Hahaha how nice. He told me this himself. The guy near the DDR area just knows our faces because uh - there's no need to tell names there. Always greets us and all. Are we just too friendly, girls? Or do we hang around at the same places too often? *Alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm done telling you what I've been up to. Hmmm... I feel there are things that I've left out hehehe like kuliah. Nothing much to share there. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; weighing pros and cons of some important stuff. It's really up to me. Decision-making is dreadful.&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/5118533777335594933-5608516160686744699?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5608516160686744699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=5608516160686744699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5608516160686744699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5608516160686744699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-retirement.html' title='Happy Retirement~'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SarOB5jI0aI/AAAAAAAABPo/Uy9KJEBO6fU/s72-c/24012009%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-459917649070379558</id><published>2009-02-26T10:14:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:28:38.171+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family 1032'/><title type='text'>Khairul Awafi, Khairul Azizi // other stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is as promised. Khas untuk Wappey (but throw in Jiji jua pasal dorang kambar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, a random story. Masa di Brunei arah makan-makan di kampong. Mami cakap if orang tanya pandai-pandai saja menjawab. Skali I said, "ku gitau saja aku si Bebeh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali banar ada this auntie she said, "Eh si Bebeh kah ni?!" I just smiled. Mami cakap, "cuba panggil ya. Menyaut kah inda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beeyy." Kana panggil banar. Senyum ku saja. Hahaha cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok-esoknya arah makan-makan atu jua another great-Auntie, "Eh kau. Ada ko sini. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila ko balik?&lt;/span&gt; (soalan favourite)" Me, "Ni lapas makan ani balik tah ku ni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZRPXE28ZI/AAAAAAAABPg/iBqqTHBQOW8/s1600-h/Wapi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZRPXE28ZI/AAAAAAAABPg/iBqqTHBQOW8/s400/Wapi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307018535236989330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awafi. Atau Abu Bakar Elah? Hehehehe lawa rambut ah, Pey. Ingat Karin ni. Time arah bilik Niny masa balum bepacah. Dapan ceramin lemari Niny ni. Hahaha. Serious lagi tu =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZRKvxSFrI/AAAAAAAABPY/3OtCzx4hscU/s1600-h/+.%2839%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZRKvxSFrI/AAAAAAAABPY/3OtCzx4hscU/s400/+.%2839%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307018455966422706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pheeewwwwitttttt. Macam muallaf saja betudung ah =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZRHddwqFI/AAAAAAAABPQ/6Y6vROHdS-A/s1600-h/+.%2835%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZRHddwqFI/AAAAAAAABPQ/6Y6vROHdS-A/s400/+.%2835%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307018399513094226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah..untuk mendangani.  Hahahha. Inda dapat meliat tudung ampai-ampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZRCzUm3CI/AAAAAAAABPI/FPM9B_IvMtE/s1600-h/+.%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZRCzUm3CI/AAAAAAAABPI/FPM9B_IvMtE/s400/+.%2821%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307018319480937506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZQ99KgRcI/AAAAAAAABPA/GompusY8gDY/s1600-h/+.%2820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZQ99KgRcI/AAAAAAAABPA/GompusY8gDY/s400/+.%2820%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307018236223571394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gambar si Wappey inda bleh banyak-banyak. Untuk nanti-nanti lagi masa depan hehehe.&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/5118533777335594933-459917649070379558?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/459917649070379558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=459917649070379558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/459917649070379558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/459917649070379558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/khairul-awafi-khairul-azizi-other.html' title='Khairul Awafi, Khairul Azizi // other stories'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaZRPXE28ZI/AAAAAAAABPg/iBqqTHBQOW8/s72-c/Wapi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-2802418856095804641</id><published>2009-02-25T06:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:37:27.718+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family 1032'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Maggie Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaU4ZbaX8nI/AAAAAAAABOw/_CA3LsOsGvE/s1600-h/DSC05115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaU4ZbaX8nI/AAAAAAAABOw/_CA3LsOsGvE/s400/DSC05115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306709745432261234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't always do this, but here goes. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22nd birthday to my one and only sister, Bebeh who is happy-go-lucky, grumpy sometimes, who frowns upon me eating while melimpang, who always takes a shower at least two times a day unlike me, who always misses me when I'm not around and prompts me to go home and when I do, ia berjalan jua sama bui nya leaving me at home, who always listens (or maybe just there but not listening - I don't know haha) to me complaining complaining complaining b*tching 3x about people, who always buys me stuff unlike me, who shares with me the title of being Abang's angel (nya orang haha), and who is pretty just like me. *lol* And oh, also, who now likes cats and is more emotional about them than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaU4S3zhKkI/AAAAAAAABOo/2B82PcWSpAQ/s1600-h/DSC01910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaU4S3zhKkI/AAAAAAAABOo/2B82PcWSpAQ/s400/DSC01910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306709632794831426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoy!! Semoga berjaya dalam bidang yang diceburi, dan berjaya di dunia &amp;amp; akhirat, amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaU7QoeStSI/AAAAAAAABO4/rp_lCrxYFts/s1600-h/bum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaU7QoeStSI/AAAAAAAABO4/rp_lCrxYFts/s400/bum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306712892854416674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also...Happy birthday to Sai @ Bum! Stay cute always, Bum! Hehehe. And happy advanced birthday to Ka Ashfa! Enjoy your day! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-2802418856095804641?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2802418856095804641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=2802418856095804641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2802418856095804641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2802418856095804641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/maggie-simpson.html' title='Maggie Simpson'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaU4ZbaX8nI/AAAAAAAABOw/_CA3LsOsGvE/s72-c/DSC05115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-2324440656465790464</id><published>2009-02-21T20:09:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:38:47.829+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>He's her lobster~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaBIQmLkL1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/hiXP49Q-WSQ/s1600-h/DSC08916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaBIQmLkL1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/hiXP49Q-WSQ/s400/DSC08916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305319811006607186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So M and I treated the friends at Rainforest Cafe last night. M offered to split the bill with me, thanks M =) No wish list for me. I've got G1. It's actually a birthday present for me okay hehe. Money pooled together for that one. So thanks to my parents and the girls. And thanks to the guys for being supportive about the 'flower' part. Mau pakai bunga hehehe. Oh oh oh! Thanks for the flower too!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaBHlrwdMCI/AAAAAAAABOI/XvV0RpyLNRc/s1600-h/DSC08864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaBHlrwdMCI/AAAAAAAABOI/XvV0RpyLNRc/s400/DSC08864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305319073769140258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaBJZDxD1hI/AAAAAAAABOg/ELkZAZeXkvU/s1600-h/DSC08930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaBJZDxD1hI/AAAAAAAABOg/ELkZAZeXkvU/s400/DSC08930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305321055899080210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaBI8a9aMVI/AAAAAAAABOY/IFdRNQICiVM/s1600-h/DSC08931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaBI8a9aMVI/AAAAAAAABOY/IFdRNQICiVM/s400/DSC08931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305320563908686162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More pictures at my Facebook. Errmmm, no link. Do it the old school way (not really).&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/5118533777335594933-2324440656465790464?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2324440656465790464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=2324440656465790464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2324440656465790464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2324440656465790464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-her-lobster.html' title='He&apos;s her lobster~'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SaBIQmLkL1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/hiXP49Q-WSQ/s72-c/DSC08916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-2050712638418875606</id><published>2009-02-20T15:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:16:05.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The batteries are fully recharged, Alhamdulillah. The week is ending. I need to wash and iron my baju kurungs. That's for today actually. I'm taking a break sekajap hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have my stomach happy again. Stay that way, dear stomach. Now that I think I'm okay (thanks to my girlfriends for taking care of me in your own special way. Y and S urut me. Nyaaamaaaannnnn!), my throat is back hurting. But better that than stomach. Funny, it's like, they take turns haunting me. When I had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; I was temporarily cured from sakit leher and batuk-batuk, but now they're back when the D is out. (I don't wanna say it again the D word.) Because I kept drinking Sprite, 7up and the other drink. Kinda like 100plus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my mini shopping spree at H&amp;amp;M last night. I only got the chance to enjoy the crazy sales last night because it started during the exam and after the exam I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;went straight home&lt;/span&gt;. But I didn't go like all crazy about it, personally I think I've lost my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'shopaholism'&lt;/span&gt; already, if no one hasn't realised it already, yeah, I think I have. Hehehe. Barangkali jua tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benny_Hill"&gt;Benny Hill&lt;/a&gt; DVDs. (Do the theme song now!! Ehehe) They've got new ones out at Virgin. Now if only I could remember which ones I have bought already. Karang double ca kan. It doesn't matter lah, he's funny! Was. Hahaha. Tapi kadang-kadang ndaku get jokes nya. Mendalam bah mendalam! Boh aku atu mengoogle kedia, sekali birthdaynya sama macam aku! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah don't forget tonightttttttttttttttttttttttt!! Story about that later lah ah ;)&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/5118533777335594933-2050712638418875606?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2050712638418875606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=2050712638418875606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2050712638418875606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2050712638418875606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-and-running.html' title='Back and running'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-2247686892038042935</id><published>2009-02-17T11:50:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:19:42.536+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uksipa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Like batteries they run out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From my experience of purchasing new rechargeable batteries, at the very beginning of usage the batteries last longer but as they are repeatedly recharged, they decrease in lasting. Perhaps, that's how I see myself in terms of being strong in being apart from loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am doing this, I am also checking the Mufti's website. The updates are about kuliah bersama mufti di masjid Kampong Tanah Jambu, and the week before di masjid Kampong Pelambayan. Cool. Both mosques of the villages of my Ninys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, where do I start? Updates on day-by-day basis, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 Feb, Monday&lt;/span&gt; - As said in previous entry, went out to watch Pink Panther II with Sheikh at Qlap mall. You know, I can never pronounce Ashwarya Rai correctly at first try. Yeah, the first movie was better but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I am easily amused with movies you know. Then we had early dinner at Fusion at the mall. I liked the food there. It was my first time. Nyaman. I ordered Henry IV something-something. (sejak bila saya detail ani hehe). He still voted strongly against second visit to Excapade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Feb, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - Picked up Anis and Eddie at UBD. I forgot to push down the hand brake. So funny! Actually not. See, initial plan was to let Menteri Eddie drive from UBD to mall but they encouraged me to sambung saja drive (and aku pun iski tia sikit hehe). So awalnya I pulled up the hand brake, keluar kereta sekali masuk balik kereta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; lupa nurunkan balik. Masa branti arah traffic light dakat Gadong sudah barutah tanya Anis. "Apakan tanda seru ani?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at it while her hand pigang hand brake sekali she went, "Astaghfirullah/Subhanallah, Karin. Hand brake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mall lunch with Azizi. Ia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hari-hari&lt;/span&gt; ke mall. Langu mall kan muamu ji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dropping off A&amp;amp;E at UBD, went to KB to see Niny. But I forgot to see Inah! I arrived 2ish kan pukul 3. Sampat jumpa before ia ugama at 3.30. Inda tepikir wah. I just thought ada lagi masa kali lapas atu kan jumpa Inah. The last time I met her was masa panggilan di Bunut arah Ajim kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 Feb, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - Went out to lunch with Dd, Mami, Abang and Kaety. Ambuyat. Finally. But I got the flu and my throat felt painful when I swallowed so I didn't really indulge. Later in the evening visited Niny di TJ. Buhau brought the cat formerly known as Basil (adi beradi Memel &amp;amp; Bambam). He was huge! Bigger than Saleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SZreAPHM9JI/AAAAAAAABN4/00SAYQsVrwg/s1600-h/1234359081345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SZreAPHM9JI/AAAAAAAABN4/00SAYQsVrwg/s400/1234359081345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303795606820287634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha. Inda nampak basarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 Feb, Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - Flight back to Cairo via Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today.. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been attacked by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diarrhea &lt;/span&gt;again. Apart from reporting to the embassy and appointment with the orthodontist, I've been pretty much indoor since I arrived in Cairo. My laundry's piling up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maqalah&lt;/span&gt; is due in three days (I just started writing today!) but thankfully it's been said that Kuliah will only start next week (and I decided to believe just that). Speaking of which, I need my kuliah bag back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Ellen Degeneres show last week. Pasal Bollywood movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;. Siuk kah tu? I saw some negative reviews about it on Facebook. The heroin is a model, the hero has thick British accent. He grew up in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SZrkZWF2bwI/AAAAAAAABOA/WG6A6DsTbDo/s1600-h/1234229030809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SZrkZWF2bwI/AAAAAAAABOA/WG6A6DsTbDo/s400/1234229030809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303802635260161794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope she's doing fine. Makin sehat plang sudah. Hope everyone's doing fine! See you guys.&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/5118533777335594933-2247686892038042935?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2247686892038042935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=2247686892038042935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2247686892038042935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/2247686892038042935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-batteries-they-run-out.html' title='Like batteries they run out'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SZreAPHM9JI/AAAAAAAABN4/00SAYQsVrwg/s72-c/1234359081345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-7564262239254301778</id><published>2009-02-09T04:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:07:00.334+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SY-PZkNBsvI/AAAAAAAABNo/nKGPIm6PxtI/s1600-h/3rdcycle.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SY-PZkNBsvI/AAAAAAAABNo/nKGPIm6PxtI/s400/3rdcycle.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300612955816178418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After Ket's entry, I don't think I can top that off. I don't think I can write an entry at all *lol*. But here goes some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is supposed to be a day out with the Mister (as Ket put it hehe). I hope it won't rain. The weather info said it would rain di persisiran mungkin merebak ke darat. Hope not. You know ever since ku belesen ani inda lagi ya mau mengaga ke rumah. Ceh! Well I shouldn't complain, given the countless times he had fetched me up for the last coupla years. Inda jua banyak. Baik jua amba di Masir. Anyway, we're going to watch Inspector Closseau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis and I along with Wappey (yang menangis meliat movie ani adakah hahaha), Adek and Azrie caught Bride Wars last Thursday. Okay lah the movie. If you guys di Cairo haven't watched it, pigitah. And peringatan : mun kan kahwin di mana-mana hotel or hall, baiktah andang book awal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SY-4Du_LsaI/AAAAAAAABNw/gEqycjqHtmQ/s1600-h/DSC04196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SY-4Du_LsaI/AAAAAAAABNw/gEqycjqHtmQ/s400/DSC04196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300657660730519970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember one of our cats, Homer? Well she was expecting and we were waiting long enough for her to go into labour. Parutnya atu bah basar banar sudah tapi balum jua beranak-beranak nya. Well she gave birth two days ago but unfortunately none of them survived. From the looks of it she was having difficulty giving birth. Four kittens (fetus I think) were found in the litter box. Macam ada usul kucing plang tapi alum 100% menjadi. But there were still two in her. The next day which was yesterday she was still weak. She didn't lick herself. I cleaned her before but she was still wet. That means she didn't lick herself right. And that means she didn't have the energy. So we brought her to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, she had to go to the OR. I gave the permission that they could remove the uterus along with the babies inside as long as Homer is safe. Sure enough, they did. Now Homer won't be able to give birth anymore. She's back now but the vet said she has to be separated from the rest first. Hopefully she'll be back normal soon. She's still weak. She hardly has her voice when she meows. Poor Homer. But she's eating, so that's a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back this Thursday. What? That soon? Yeah..  Kana suruh packing tia sudah bah. Hehehe. I keep thinking of the laundry I have to do once I'm back. Panuh bah bakul ku. Hehehe. And of course the catching up! I'm sure they got lots of stories to share pasal Hurghada and all. Gila, rindu ca ku Mesir. Tapi karang lagi ca ku rindu ni Brunei!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things left to do:&lt;br /&gt;- Ambuyat&lt;br /&gt;- JP&lt;br /&gt;- Errr lots of things at home!&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/5118533777335594933-7564262239254301778?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/7564262239254301778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=7564262239254301778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/7564262239254301778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/7564262239254301778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SY-PZkNBsvI/AAAAAAAABNo/nKGPIm6PxtI/s72-c/3rdcycle.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-5210654364781849668</id><published>2009-02-04T14:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:38:21.855+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the KET: Surpriseeeee!</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's K to the E to the T here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the (belated) birthday girl requested one of us to blog about the whole surpise thing..so considering i was the mastermind and also my brainy assistant A to the N to the I to the S (hehe), so why not i share with the rest of you here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....it started when this cheeky cousin of us secretly went back to Brunei and gived us a hell lot of surprised. By the way, if you were in Excapade Gadong around noon time on the 29th January, and heard a labang scream from one of the private rooms, I very much apologise to you, so sorry for disrupting your lunch with that annoying shrieks. Hehe! Don't blame us for being soooo surprised :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went home for a bit (secret business ;p) before doing errands, then it came to me that I HAVE TO GET BACK AT HER! WUAHAHAHAHA *evil laugh. :P&lt;br /&gt;So i thought i should make Karin a birthday gathering with not only 1032ians present but also her close friends and especially, you-know-who hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the funny weather, we thought of doing it at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN....we thought of the Ninis. If we were gonna make it some place else it would be inconvenience for them to go out and especially in the rain. So mau inda mau, we agreed on making it at our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its the day and time. I immediately messaged Amit CT as when she and the family would be free. After few messages, we agreed on Saturday afternoon. Since mama (work) and my parents (away) won't be around for "heavy cooking" eheh..so anis planned to get different types of fry foods like nugget and chips and I on the other hand, willing to cook spaghetti cause i know kaka would help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had to find a way to reach her friends to inform them about the surprise party. That night on Thursday, i was reluctant to click Bebeh on MSN fearing that Karin would be around. So i clicked her boyfriend instead hehe. But then i found out Bebeh was actually using her mobile! So i asked her to get in touch with her friends and Abg Apis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we received a good news that Bebeh will postpone her flight to the next day! So we push back the date and make it a Sunday Afternoon Affair. So more time to think and plan! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Saturday afternoon, the parents had reached Brunei so they would be around. Yay! so i could ask Daddy to prepare the dish ;) ;) Then the unexpected happened. When i first told Mami that Karin is in Brunei, this was her first words that came out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAH?????????? ADA IA DI BRUNEI???? BAH KALAU MACAM ATU BAIK TAH KAWIN!!" (mata nya tebeliak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun jadi bangang. Kawin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KARIN MU KAN?? ADA DI SINI??" i nodded and became speechless. Again, Kawin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AWU BAHH ABG YOY MU BAH, BAIK TAH DI SLAJURKAN SEMANTARA IA ADA ANI. SI BEBEH PUN ADA MASIH KAN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh Bg yoy! kirtah Karin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceh! Suspen! Yes Karin, kirtah ada another surprise lagi hehe. By this time, Juah almost laughed her bu*t hearing all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, come night, still no news from Bebeh about the confirmation of Karins friends. So i tracked them down myself. From the friday bowling night, I thought i could remember a face so I checked her blog first, as in on this page :p I went through almost all the links on the right column and not single blog mentioned anything of bowling on a Friday night. At this time, Anis and I were already panicking. I was thinking most of the negatives and not much confident if&lt;br /&gt;we could pull this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, baru tepikir to get on Karin's facebook friend list and from there i spotted a face..which was lehan's. Hehe. I added him but Anis suggested to private message him straight away which i didn't know i could do until Anis pointed it out hehe! So I did. After few hours waiting for a reply and my inbox showed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little that i know, it was the wrong friend! hehehe. Seriously,.. muka kamuuu kan sama!! :p So Lehan suggested to contact Adi instead since well, he's in Cairo and very much can't make it for that Sunday ;p And that lovely Adi did response to my msg on Sunday morning. And what&lt;br /&gt;more lovely he could get two more of Karin's friends to come! Weeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next mission, forcing the Mr. to make a show! Inda plang payah banar. Hehe. Its just that he thought he wouldn't make it since there was a wedding in Telisai, of his cousin some more. I actually asked Anis to get in touch with him on MSN and then Azizi but then he wasn't available most of the time. So i had to have the nerve to message him but he was all bangang! Rupanya he&lt;br /&gt;hadn't know yet so i explained...it was a positive response at first not until he mentioned the wedding. But i gave him the reason why were making it at 4pm cause we had a wedding too (Hehehe) Membaca kah ni ia ah..hehehehe *PEACE!* Btw, i'm not sure how i got his number but i think it's been in my contact list for 6years plus now. The same amount of years they've been dating ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;And Alhamdulilah, at last he decided to come. Double Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day we've been waiting for has arrived! I was nervous but excited at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked everyone to come at 4pm but by then nobody came yet. I've also asked Bebeh to advise Asai not to leave home before 4pm. But, it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were busy setting up the tables in the frontyard, Anis shouted "Hi Karin!". I panicked and looked up, there she was the subject of the surprise looking down from the bedroom window watching us preparing little did she know was her own surprise party hehe!&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly said it was for Mitning when Karin asked what was all this about. Hehehe kan tutup cover~ Because, we usually do urung2 in Nini's room and hardly outdoor anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much panicking, Anis and I ran to our backyard and tried to think of Plan B!&lt;br /&gt;(Karin, did you see us running??? :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Adi &amp;amp; friends were already near but i had to ask him to make a detour. Anis came up with bringing Karin out for a bit to get something essential for the party.&lt;br /&gt;She thought of getting drinks but unfortunately I've already requested Amit to get it so I told her "Apa2 sja lah..tanya mama!" And thank God they thought of getting chilli sauce for the cucur udang that mama prepared...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while, theyre in the shops, i asked adi come fast and use the different simpang. Good timing as Bebeh just came with the cake too. Unfortunately, Abg Pis couldn't get there on time.&lt;br /&gt;Lambat 5minutes kali.. if not it'd be perfecttt hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i asked everyone to make a line behind the Ninis. While waiting, sampat lagi Amit Ning becali. hehe. He made fun of me getting panick te-antak2! Hehe inda cali tuu mit~~ inda cali~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there she comes....bejalan dari belakang...hehehe...tapi boreng expression muka nya selamba saja but not until she spotted Ihsan and Adi and Dyzam (sp?) Hehhehehe that was priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then doa time...another surprise for the lady~ Kedatangan sheikh..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;And then Innah tumpis! haha. Seriously Karin, did you hear what Innah say kah?&lt;br /&gt;Anis lagi tia...marah kan slajur...ketara! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Anis and I are reaaaaaaaaaally glad it went well! phew! I hope that was a nice catch up of you and your friends babe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, to your question if you'd still in Cairo, my plan was to surprise you by going there with the whole 1032 family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe how i wish i had all the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, actually i was planning to send you a video of us all 1032 family in Nini's room singing bIRTHDAY song and and have a cake with your name on it!!! Hehehee that was all i could think of :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you it's a lengthy post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I cover everything...Anis, feel free to add anything! Oh, you could add some pictures from wapi's camera ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ket&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-5210654364781849668?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5210654364781849668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=5210654364781849668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5210654364781849668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5210654364781849668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/revenge-of-ket-surpriseeeee.html' title='Revenge of the KET: Surpriseeeee!'/><author><name>ket1032</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516602364301282870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-5602926003622064265</id><published>2009-02-04T05:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:30:44.288+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Just Karin!</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the invite! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my lengthy post on &lt;strong&gt;Revenge of the Ket: Surprise for Karin&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ket xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-5602926003622064265?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5602926003622064265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=5602926003622064265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5602926003622064265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/5602926003622064265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-just-karin.html' title='Hello Just Karin!'/><author><name>ket1032</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516602364301282870'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-6883319098038634122</id><published>2009-02-03T20:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:09:54.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my sun? // aku suka, kamu perlu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I told my friends before why I wanted to go home for the semester break (the first one. You see, I decided to balik, then cancel, then balik again). Because I needed the light of my sun that was fading. Duniaku gerhana saja di Mesir atu tanpa matahari. Asyik-asyik pelangi ganya yang muncul. Matahariku mana? Selalu di sebalik awan yang tebal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara majazinya aku sudah jumpa sinaran matahariku. Tapi secara hakiki, memang Brunei masa ani kejarangan nampak matahari. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forks&lt;/span&gt; here. Always raining. Jarang timbul matahari. If Edward was a real life character and lived in Brunei, you'd see a lot of him around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still awake. It's not like my eyes are still six hours behind. I guess some things are keeping me up. I went to Study in UK at Empire this afternoon. There's this university that offers a wide range of Islamic studies. Interesting. Really interesting. Amazing how a taxi ride to Zamalek with my junior had managed to trigger my interest in studying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still worried about my exam, but still I can't let that stop me from planning about what to do next. There are some options good enough but - I'm torn. Torn between what I like and what the country needs. Which one should I go for? My passion? Or job guarantee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always put forward what I'm passionate about. But what if what I'm passionate about is useless? Tapi nada ilmu yang useless lah. Ilmu itu milik Allah, dan segala apa milik-Nya atu ndakan useless. Tapinyaaa... yang aku minat ani macam payah tia jua. Karang tenangis-nangis ku lagi sudah exam. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, cuba teka apa aku minat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arabic literature (including poems, prose, critism, comparative literature and history)&lt;br /&gt;- Quran &amp;amp; Hadith&lt;br /&gt;- Nahu &amp;amp; Saraf &amp;amp; Balaghah&lt;br /&gt;- Islamic Law&lt;br /&gt;- Theology&lt;br /&gt;- Islamic History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or there's always translation. Hehehe. Mentranslate kah tu aahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubatah.&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/5118533777335594933-6883319098038634122?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6883319098038634122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=6883319098038634122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/6883319098038634122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/6883319098038634122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheres-my-sun-aku-suka-kamu-perlu.html' title='Where&apos;s my sun? // aku suka, kamu perlu'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-7025181305377784180</id><published>2009-02-01T14:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:08:52.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another surpise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SYWeymBAB3I/AAAAAAAABNg/2LmpimJxA2w/s1600-h/DSC05119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SYWeymBAB3I/AAAAAAAABNg/2LmpimJxA2w/s400/DSC05119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297815128706647922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best of the best of the best! Did someone try to make it up to me for almost forgetting my birthday? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SYWXeJhuwOI/AAAAAAAABNI/maoFiUXfPDg/s1600-h/DSC05138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SYWXeJhuwOI/AAAAAAAABNI/maoFiUXfPDg/s400/DSC05138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297807080880521442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naleh me cerita eh. Maybe one of my guest bloggers would like to tell the whole story. Hahaha. Adakah ke kadai membali cili maggi sebotol damit saja. Alang-alang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even tracked down one of my friends through facebook. The wrong friend at first. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SYWZSM-oTLI/AAAAAAAABNY/xdPYRdhhj4c/s1600-h/DSC05201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SYWZSM-oTLI/AAAAAAAABNY/xdPYRdhhj4c/s400/DSC05201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297809074671865010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SYWZIB9tc8I/AAAAAAAABNQ/HW5oGP3CyNY/s1600-h/DSC05199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SYWZIB9tc8I/AAAAAAAABNQ/HW5oGP3CyNY/s400/DSC05199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297808899916526530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abang Dyzam pun adaaaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ya! ;) *mwahs*&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/5118533777335594933-7025181305377784180?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/7025181305377784180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=7025181305377784180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/7025181305377784180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/7025181305377784180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-surpise.html' title='Another &lt;i&gt;surpise&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j89Rep4HGpY/SYWeymBAB3I/AAAAAAAABNg/2LmpimJxA2w/s72-c/DSC05119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-3962641751539376430</id><published>2009-01-31T17:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:53:50.575+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything'/><title type='text'>Update from watani dar es salam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum readers. How's it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally able to have a break from facebook (not really, I'm multi-tasking) to write something in here. Let's update everything. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first of all, the exam. *sigh* Let's just talk about the last subject which was Hadith. There were three questions. If only there were four, that would have at least put me on a much safer edge. There were 15 hadiths to read, right. I covered only 14 out of 15 because this one that I left was kinda like...entah ah. Maybe aku lagging kali sudah. Sekali! You guessed it. Atu yang keluar. At least pass ya dukturah? Arju minnik. At least pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawakkal saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the papers were....well actually the questions weren't that hard really, but to prepare for the papers atu yang...apa nya si B, "Asserehe~~" Sapa suruh inda prepare awal-awal kan. Ayoyoyo. Paning kepala eh mun dipikirkan balik. Sudahtah eh. Mudahan tani najah safi Amin Ya Rabb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my birthday last 21st January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day was our Modern Arab Literature paper (rugged tu ah mun di English kan hehe). At 12 o'clock of 21st I was asleep, and I put my cells on silent mode. I needed my sleep wah. If I was woken up by any text messages, it'd be hard to get back to sleep hehehe. But at 2am I woke up and replied all the wishes. Thank you all! At times of stressful situations, there was at least something to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the exam, my housemates and I chilled dulu sekajap. Bukannya kan tidur. We watched AJL and Gossip Girl. Hmm...sengaja kamu kah tu ah? Supaya aku inda tidur? Hahaha. Then in the middle of watching GG, someone rang the bell. M and R didn't show any sign of standing up to answer the door so after beberapa saat I stood up to get to the door. I asked who, skali Surya menyahut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katanya kan balikkan blender ia pinjam tapi masa ia bercakap atu aku nyubuk sudah arah peephole, and the sight of burning candles blew their cover. Hahaha. Candles are supposed to be blown, not to blow. Took me seconds to take in what was going on. Panya. They were planning to surprise me with a cake! Tapi because of our magical peephole (yang kenampakan almost dari ujung ke ujung of the hallway outside, Be ware!) dorang pulang yang surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw all of them except HB. Fauzi pun ada. I told them, "blender tia karang. Aku nampak candles." And we all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best surprise ever. I mean - it wasn't like I was not expecting anything at all, I just didn't expect it would be at that time. 4 o'clock in the afternoon. So that still meant I didn't expect anything lah ah. Sekali pasal spoil kedapatan atu lagi. Atu yang siuk tu hahaha. Thanks, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to another story. This is the best one ni. Hehehe. I actually felt reluctant to blog about it because I haven't met Amit Ning and family yet. They're most probably busy with Amit CT's cousin's wedding. And I wanted to surprise them face-to-face but it's just impossible to hold the secret in any longer, what with facebook and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of going on a vacation to Alexandria and Hurghada as planned, I decided to go back home. This impromptu decision of mine made me go all the way down to Zamalek to the embassy to explain why the last minute act. Utter homesickness. Rindu. Especially Niny. And the exam was eating me alive. Yeah, I don't get it. I told myself patutnya makin meningkat usia ani makin kuat. Ani makin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rapuh&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I got the green light from Mami &amp;amp; Daddy. Texted Mami at 2 in the morning. Then after that called ticket agent to book my ticket. Two days before my flight I got my tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bizarre thing was I had to go straight to the airport after my last paper. Me and some friends who were also going home had to be out of the exam hall after two hours - the latest tu. So imagine tia tulisan kami. Betarik kana tiup angin dengan kencangnya. (Tulisanku andang plang bida jua.) Ingau hati lah mesti keluar lapas 2 jam atu. Tapi terkabir jua. Atupun pasal aku inda ngapal satu hadith atu. Only remembered what R told me. Ia explain lah briefly pasal topik atu tapi atupun inda full. Tabak saja tia. Okay udah udah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping at Changi airport ada the books I was looking for but apparently they said everywhere you go also you cannot find the books. The publishers have not published them yet. Oh, come on lah. Ada buku pasal biography Rob Pattinson saja "True Love Never Dies." Ku pegang dah buku atu. And then udah pikir-pikir, kan diapa tah jua? So in the end I didn't get anything, just a perfume. I was eager to reach Brunei most importantly because I needed my rest. I didn't get enough sleep two days in a row. Throw in the inflight sleep berapa jam jua ganya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah sampai Brunei, Daddy and Bebeh brought me straight away to Excapade and there I surprised Yati and Anis - and Eddie also lah hehe. Lapas atu arah Niny di Tanah Jambu. Tebranti tarus Niny Bini makan hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally went home. Malamnya arah Niny di Kota Batu. Met Niny Laki di luar bilik dapan tangga. Tarus ia paluk aku. Hehehe. He was surprised. And then inside arah kerusi malas Niny Babu jawabnya salamku sekali diunjuki tangannya jua masaku bersalam. I was like, boring Niny ahh inda surprise. Sekali sudah atu terkajut tia jua. Iski. Hahaha. Panya she thought at first I was Kaety tapi nya kenapa tia randah ani nya. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night went out with A and Bawai and kawan dorang ke excapade lagi. Then went bowling. The cousins were also there but I played at a different lane. AKU NADA STRIKE DI MALAM! Sangatlah borrrrrrinnnngggg sekali. You all know how I don't like nada strike atu. But I got second place. Bawai as usual first pasal ia perlahan. Hahahaha. si ADI second last!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapas atu makan di Mamih sama cousin2an. Oh, I forgot the important part. Si Bebeh was freaked out by the way I drive. Hahaha. Whatever. I drive like Ross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another addition to the Rania family. Maggie gave birth to a black kitten and a grey one. Homer plang balum. Parutnya basar tapi kepalanya damit. Hehehe. Hmmm...what else? I guess that's all for now. Waiting for the pictures during my birthday.&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/5118533777335594933-3962641751539376430?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/3962641751539376430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=3962641751539376430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/3962641751539376430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/3962641751539376430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-from-watani-dar-es-salam.html' title='Update from watani dar es salam'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-3607671861240012998</id><published>2009-01-18T18:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:13:27.723+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>Her name was Lola. She was a show girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's been three years since the Lioness existed. The ever so cute, always with a hint of notoriety, orange cat of mine named Lola. It's her birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her history : on sale in a tank at Hayyu Thamin along with late white brother Vicky. If R hadn't insisted on getting V for herself, I wouldn't have bought her. I would have gotten Vicky instead. I wanted a male cat and Vicky was it. White and Yuna-eyed. Perfect. But since R couldn't resist white stuff, I withdrew and met the ever so manja Joey (only to me and sister, and my father. Arah Mami nda tau ah) for the first time. So Joey and Lola I bought, probably at a price for one cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola kept biting my hands whilst I played with her at the cat store. The first proof of what she was becoming later. She was a great companion then but if you wanted alone time, you gotta shut her out. I initially named her Yaya after tangahku di kampung but Mami and Abang didn't like it so Yaya himself suggested the name Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola is a friendly cat. If she's not in her "mind my business" mood, she'd spare some time listening to you, if you believe cats listen. She doesn't pick fights and always avoids fights. Lola was the first one to explore the whole house in Brunei and have everything come out behind furniture and from the corners. While Leha leaves things as they are, Lola moves them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so naughty as a kitten. Lola was the second one to fall off the balcony down to the ground, after Leha. She was much younger than Leha then when she had her first fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, Lola's given birth three times already, producing cats with different behaviors, from the likes of Zolli (pemarah, penakut and &lt;i&gt;vain&lt;/i&gt;) to the likes of Barney (manja just like her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy birthday to Lola! I wish I could post a picture of her, but I'm blogging on mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: to A and whoever interested in grey cats, we got two now available for sale in two months or less. If you're interested book now. Contact my sister at her gmail [d.r1032]. Gender still unknown. Hurryyy!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS : three subjects down, three to go. Gah, I'm kinda afraid to do the review. The more I think of how I answered one of the papers, the more nervous I get. Let's just hope I passed, Aaaamin!! My trouble is worrying too much about the time, and that results in omitting some details from my answers. It just doesn't seem enough to me 3 hours atu. Tapi in the end ada jua masih spare like a half-hour. See, pointless kan the worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS : too late now to decide to go home. *sigh* It's only the exam, it'll go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-3607671861240012998?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/3607671861240012998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=3607671861240012998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/3607671861240012998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/3607671861240012998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/01/her-name-was-lola-she-was-show-girl.html' title='Her name was Lola. She was a show girl.'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118533777335594933.post-1860138507595765238</id><published>2009-01-07T13:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:47:19.027+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up, T?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;- I've been given full braces like, finally. Yeah my canines and premolars have met. It kinda hurts but nothing unbearable. Soon enough immune tah ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I finally got something. Thanks to those who talked me out of going with iPhone. No offence to those who like iPhone, but to each their own kan and I don't think aku penyabar banar nada keypad atu hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got G1. What's G1? Google it. I accidentally set my eyes on this T-Mobile product. It's not Sidekick, it's G1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sinai trip is cancelled. Not that I was gonna go. The destination has been changed to Hurghada instead. Now this is a must-go because I've never been. But we'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Exam in exactly 4 days. Study izz!!! Who calls me that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ah that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118533777335594933-1860138507595765238?l=justkarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1860138507595765238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118533777335594933&amp;postID=1860138507595765238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/1860138507595765238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118533777335594933/posts/default/1860138507595765238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkarin.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-up-t.html' title='What&apos;s up, T?'/><author><name>Asrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866543044922777039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12250446375250448957'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>