<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:32:35.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Blah Blah</title><subtitle type='html'>TalkingWithoutSound</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-7368491341559832987</id><published>2009-06-06T22:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:44:52.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedang saye makan Ais Kerim Mars milik Eizlyn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ais Kerim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;menyamankan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;manis dan sedap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;puas hati bila dapat makan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;tapi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;bila makan laju sangat, otak jadi sakit kena brain freeze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;bila makan banyak sangat, perut jadi senak badan jadi gemok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;bila makan gelojoh sangat, nanti comot habis baju jadi kotor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;pastu in the end.. bila tak jaga.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;keseronokkan yang dirasa sekejap.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;sakit perit lepas tu yang lebih ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;sama aje macam cinta... kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-7368491341559832987?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7368491341559832987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=7368491341559832987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/7368491341559832987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/7368491341559832987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/sedang-saye-makan-ais-kerim-mars-milik.html' title='Sedang saye makan Ais Kerim Mars milik Eizlyn...'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-3563767572338676859</id><published>2009-06-03T00:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:39:58.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diriku kini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Hari-hari ku kini berlalu dengan begitu perlahan. Saat demi saat ku menanti dengan sabar, mengira waktu sehingga tiba masanya untuk aku menjejakkan kaki ke tanah air yang ku cinta. Perilaku ku serba tak kena. Tidak lah seperti insan putus cinta tapi ke suatu tahap, mandi ku tak basah, tidur ku tak lena, makan ku tak kenyang. Setiap pagi ku mencelikkan mata dan memangkah kalendar 'imaginary' yang terus melintas di fikiran ku. Setiap pagi juga akan ku berjanji pada diri sendiri untuk menjadi lebih produktif. Tapi setiap pagi juga aku sedar, kudrat ku tiada. Memaksa diri untuk bangun dari katil cukup menghabiskan tenaga ku. Matahari yang memancar tidak lansung menggoda ku untuk keluar kerana ku tahu tiada siapa akan boleh menemanku ke mana-mana. Sindrom 'feeling-lethargic-because-there-is-nothing-to-look-forward-to' makin mencengkam hati dan perasaan ku. Jam kini menunjukkan pukul 12.30 malam. Sudah sampai masanya untuk aku tidur dan bersedia untuk menghadapi hari esok. Hari yang sama. Tiada apa yang berbeza kecuali namanya. Selamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;p/s: pengajaran yang perlu diambil... jika anda habis exam awal berbanding rakan-rakan anda, pastikan anda sudah mempunyai perancangan selengkapnya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-3563767572338676859?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3563767572338676859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=3563767572338676859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/3563767572338676859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/3563767572338676859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/diriku-kini.html' title='Diriku kini'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-3310174059149935580</id><published>2009-02-10T21:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:24:07.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Feelin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Tag 10 friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Lose What You Never Had - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Situation - Weezer (Owh YES.. i agree!! weeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Love - Maroon 5 (boleh la diterima)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Ritz To The Rubble - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone - BSB (giler giving...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sousounde - Metisse (sumpah tatau maksud dier ape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro - Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear Me - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything Fades Away - Mariah Carey (too true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usah Lepaskan - Taufik Batistah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!! - Homemade Kazoku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times - Finger Eleven (terbaik!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Mouth - Hot Hot Heat (ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.. siot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diari Seorang Lelaki - Pretty Ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT WILL/DID YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirt - Pussycat Dolls (sangat tak seswai..sangat sangat sangat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selagi Ada Cinta - Ning Baizura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manis - Zainal Abidin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Low - Flo-Rida feat. T.Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Wanna See You Again - Uncle Sam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here We Go - N*Sync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Certain Romance - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' - Ruffedge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);   line-height: 19px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);  line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tagging everybody who is important to me.. and yes.. you too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-3310174059149935580?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3310174059149935580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=3310174059149935580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/3310174059149935580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/3310174059149935580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/feelin.html' title='Feelin&apos;'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-5645595652857968744</id><published>2009-02-05T16:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:19:41.501Z</updated><title type='text'>Sakit Jiwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;GilaGampangSerabutOtakSakitHatiJiwaCelaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;IkutNafsuMataButaLidahBisuTelingaPekak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;PerutSengkakNaluriMatiTekakSeduJantungBeku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;HatiNanahHarapanPunahJariKebasSyaitanBebas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ParuPedihPerasaanSedihPeganganGoyahHancurMusnah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ape boleh buat?? Sabar je la yang mampu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-5645595652857968744?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5645595652857968744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=5645595652857968744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/5645595652857968744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/5645595652857968744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/sakit-jiwa.html' title='Sakit Jiwa'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-7940849121327887465</id><published>2009-02-03T00:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:56:35.830Z</updated><title type='text'>The Struggle Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;hush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;don't say a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;for they might hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;closed shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;blocking out the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;so they might not see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;dwell with the deaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;as they would want you to listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;fighting away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;all the demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;inside little ole me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-7940849121327887465?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7940849121327887465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=7940849121327887465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/7940849121327887465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/7940849121327887465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/struggle-within.html' title='The Struggle Within'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-6469840136562726220</id><published>2009-01-26T16:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:11:54.599Z</updated><title type='text'>Succeeding At Continuously Failing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;At every start of a new semester i would tell my self that i would; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;start studyin early.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;begin attempting my courseworks as soon as they are given..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;erase procrastination from my life's dictionary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;be more organized..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;yada yada yada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Well.. 5 semesters have passed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And every year.. without fail..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I fail to complete all the promises that i made to myself and then some...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;BUGGER SELF DISCIPLINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-6469840136562726220?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6469840136562726220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=6469840136562726220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/6469840136562726220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/6469840136562726220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2009/01/succeeding-at-continuously-failing.html' title='Succeeding At Continuously Failing'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-2496302629394982136</id><published>2009-01-25T10:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:12:12.575Z</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;They SUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Enough said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-2496302629394982136?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2496302629394982136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=2496302629394982136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/2496302629394982136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/2496302629394982136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2009/01/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-4427258166846666625</id><published>2009-01-17T20:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:12:29.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Randomness Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Randomness approaching~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I just finished watching Nanny McPhee.. i know what you're thinking.. you're probably going "isn't she supposed to be studying??" take a chill pill.. hydrogeology bores the living daylights out of me.. so yeah.. sue me for not forcing myself to read till i'm blue in the face and barfing up unintelligible BS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyhoots.. back to Nanny Mcphee.. It occured to me that she does the whole ugly to pretty(ish) cycle everytime she wants to set some kids straight.. so the ones in the movie cant be the only devillishly naughty kids in all of england.. or wherever it is they're from.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;So riddle me this.. if she has to do the routine a lot of time.. wouldn't she experience an identity crisis of some sort.. if it were me.. i would've gone beserk.. ugly-pretty-ugly-pretty-ugly-pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttt!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;hurm.. i dono.. it's just a thought.. and that signifies the end of randomization (for the time being).. cheerios~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-4427258166846666625?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4427258166846666625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=4427258166846666625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/4427258166846666625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/4427258166846666625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2009/01/randomness-part-1.html' title='Randomness Part 1'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-6306357470491777444</id><published>2008-12-25T17:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:10:40.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sleep or Not To Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have had trouble sleeping for the past couple of days... Throughout the so called experience, i've picked up a few do's and don'ts... Just some tips on how to handle minor insomnia attacks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;- When you have trouble sleeping.. drinking 2 cups of nescafe late at night is not something you would wanna do.. demn yu si nikman for buying coffee mate for this house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-Not enough sleep equals a fried up brain.. Hence, playing guitar hero at 4 am and getting pissed coz your fingers aren't doing what you're telling them to do doesn't help you one bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-The moment you feel sleepy.. Be it at 11 or 8.45... Prepare to sleep and make sure you wont get disturbed.. No sounds or bright lights to suddenly wake you up from the slumber that you have achieved because trust me.. Once you are woken up.. Getting back to sleep is impossible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-Wake up early!! Regardless of what time you went to bed... 9 am is just nice.. And no naps!!! Spending all day in bed (since ere the day ends at 4 ish, it's not that hard to do) will definitely not help you correct your sleeping patterns..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-No matter where you are in the world.. Always remember to bring your Sejarah Malaysia (Tingkatan Lima) text book coz seriously.. No other book works better than this to just knock you right off to dreamland...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;And there you go.. For all you other screwed up sleepers just like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;p/s: tonight i have to sleep early coz tomorrow will be my first proper boxing day outing.. will tell you how that one goes.. fingers crossed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-6306357470491777444?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6306357470491777444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=6306357470491777444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/6306357470491777444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/6306357470491777444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-sleep-or-not-to-sleep.html' title='To Sleep or Not To Sleep'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-2774052179877244800</id><published>2008-12-23T01:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:10:30.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Half truths, White Lies, Blatant Deceptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Slalu nye kalau ade orang kantoi menipu, may it be in any sort of circumstance, diorang akan try to save diri sendiri to a certain degree.. Kadang2 tak kantoi pon... But still they feel the need to justify to themselves that ape yang diorang buat tu (i.e menipu) is something acceptable and in extreme cases DIPERLUKAN.. Lets just put on our observation goggles for a while and look at what ketige2 bende ni actually means..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-Half Truths-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is the most safe thing to use.. Simpan information.. Jangan bagitau sume.. Basically jadi kan story tu macam cheese.. Holes here, there, everywhere!!.. Very useful if tau diri sendiri blabber mouth dan akan cerita kat orang ramai.. At least biler orang ramai tu bergossip about yu (inevitable if yu are one who likes to talk about anything and everything on God's green earth) takkan ade discrepencies dalam compilation story diorang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-White Lies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Owh yess.. The matyr.. Good intentions leading the way.. The ever so famous white lie.. Digunakan when penipuan yang berlaku is for a good reason.. Contohnyer, anda gi open house rumah kawan anda/bos mak anda /pak cik anda /gerlpren anda... Makanan yang di sajikan sumpah tak sedap.. Tapi bile ditanye.. Anda senyum menjawab.. Delicious!!! walaupon dalam hati tuhan je yang tahu dah terbayang2 kfc sebab lapar giler tapi tak sanggup nak tambah makanan dan hadapi seround lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and last but not least......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-Blatant Deceptions-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yang ini.. Rase nye.. Tayah explain pon tak pe kot.. People use it almost every single day.. Its easier to do this than the previously mentioned categories.. Menipu terus... Banyak reasons why people do it.. Banyak care too!!.. You can lie with yur expression, smiling tapi secretly tgh giving the other person the finger behind yur back.. You can lie with yur actions and, of course, dengan lidah anda yang bercabang itu.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Frankly my friends.. To me.. Sume same.. They are all different words describing the same thing... you can call it whatever yu want.. You can list down a gazillion reasons on why yu did what yu did and said what yu said.. The bottom line is.. you lied.. simple.. T.I.P.U.... L.I.E... (arina can spell.. yayyy!!!)... at least when you own up to it.. though you lose my trust.. at least you salvage some of my respect for coming clean in the end.. And for those of you who believe white lies exists, get off your high horse and smell the coffee.. you have denial written all over your face.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;So... on that note.. i, hereby declare that honesty is NOT my best policy.. due to the simple fact that i lie... everyday.. and that.. my friends.. is the truth.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-2774052179877244800?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2774052179877244800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=2774052179877244800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/2774052179877244800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/2774052179877244800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/12/half-truths-white-lies-blatant.html' title='Half truths, White Lies, Blatant Deceptions'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-375790788696763651</id><published>2008-12-19T16:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:10:19.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Twisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Feeling bored??..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Nobody to hang out with??..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Low on cash for entertainment?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Then try the newly compiled collection of cool tongue twisters free of charge!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;All you need..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Is acceptably in working condition speech tools (i.e mouth, tongue, voice box, etc etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;And.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;A VERY BORED JOBLESS MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;All set?!?!?! Then lets get twisting!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;A Tudor who tooted a flute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;tried to tutor two tooters to toot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Said the two to their tutor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Is it harder to toot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;or to tutor two tooters to toot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;You've no need to light a night-light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;On a light night like tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;For a night-light's light's a slight light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;And tonight's a night that's light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;When a night's light, like tonight's light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;It is really not quite right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;To light night-lights with their slight lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;On a light night like tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;If a Hottentot taught a Hottentot tot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;To talk ere the tot could totter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ought the Hottenton tot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Be taught to say aught, or naught,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Or what ought to be taught her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;If to hoot and to toot a Hottentot tot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Be taught by her Hottentot tutor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ought the tutor get hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;If the Hottentot tot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hoot and toot at her Hottentot tutor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Feeling adventurous??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Try some in different languages!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; Un chasseur sachant chasser chassait sans son chien de chasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ton thé, t'a-t-il ôté ta toux?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; Étant sorti sans parapluie, il m'eût plus plu qu'il plût plus tôt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Namamugi, Namagome, Namatamago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Fischers Fritze fischt frische Fische;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Frische Fische fischt Fischers Fritze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Zulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ingqeqebulane yaqaqela uqhoqhoqho, uqhoqhoqho waqaqela iqaqa, iqaqa laqalaza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;That's all folks!! Have a nice time trying these out... I would have to admit.. Some really twists your tongue!! *adeh lidah lenguh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-375790788696763651?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/375790788696763651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=375790788696763651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/375790788696763651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/375790788696763651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/12/tongue-twisters.html' title='Tongue Twisters'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-2339633475520069977</id><published>2008-12-16T23:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:10:09.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>While They are Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;This weekend, Westy (other than myself) and Crofty will be away, as in not be in Manchester.. I will be left alone.. Ok that sounds a bit too dramatic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;For the record.. They are not planning to 'leave' me.. I myself decided to not go with them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;So... What should I do this weekend???... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;1) The guitar hero will be all mine to go crazy over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;2) The actual guitar will be all mine to go crazy over (though this happens basically ALL the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;3) The TV will be all mine to go crazy over.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;4) Other than staying home should i go hang out??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;5) Study?!?!?!?!?!!?!? (gulp!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;6) Kemas rumah... (shyt.. i have been showing minor OCD symptoms all week!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Aiyoohhh... Having so much freedom has never been more confusing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;p/s: yes I AM focusing on things that are trivial so that i dont have to think about things that matter in my life.. Diversions are my choice of addiction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;p/s/s: for those of you who dont know..Westy represents the people who live at Great Western St (Cuna, Eizlyn, Ikmal, and yours truly) while Crofty (Crofton St) are the guys (Mun, Nikman, Zaid, Iskandar)... No idea what Deyne (Deyne Ave) will be up to though (Din, Dan and a few others whom i am not that close with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-2339633475520069977?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2339633475520069977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=2339633475520069977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/2339633475520069977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/2339633475520069977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/12/while-they-are-away.html' title='While They are Away'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-3126326911547372785</id><published>2008-12-15T12:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:09:58.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with 2008???!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;For the last few months i have seen problems after problems hit people around me, the not so near ones, the complete stranger ones, and last but not least myself.. Is it something to do with the water?.. Is something addling up our brains so that this chain reaction of disaster after disaster came a-washing?!?!? How is it that other people's choices can cause a butterfly effect that can fuck up our life so completely (ok maybe not THAT complete.. just feels that way), till we feel like losing control over our own life...  So can somebody PLEASE explain to me.. what the hell is wrong with 2008?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-3126326911547372785?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3126326911547372785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=3126326911547372785' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/3126326911547372785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/3126326911547372785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-wrong-with-2008.html' title='What is wrong with 2008???!?!?!?!'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-1199931956817771721</id><published>2008-12-08T23:02:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:09:46.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a very long one so if you don't want to read the whole thing, the conclusion is at the end of the post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is my take on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Females&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;(or lack thereof)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;It seems that the further we venture into this millennium, more and more females began to see the error of their ways in handling things. One of the branches of life that exhibits the evidence of this so called 'evolution', is the co-dependency between the female form and the opposite sex. This is  known as the phenomena of relationships..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;I remember the days, back when divorces were still frowned upon, the aftermath of breakups were still predictable, and of course, the yesteryears when being cheated on by your boyfriend was not unheard of, but, as a lady, you were able to deal with it in a ladylike manner (to some extent, of course)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lets look at the memories one at time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Penceraian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Although divorces are still taboo, it is no longer a surprise when they do happen.. There was a time when the ending of a marriage will cause tongues to wag for days on end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;The typical respond for 2008??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Cerai lagi???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;So bosan already la this topic!!! NEXT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Unless the divorcees are celebrities, or were involved in a scandal, or are celebrities who were involved in a scandal, the story would have very little to offer in order to command people's attention... And since we are on the topic, of course we will discuss bout 'mak jandas'... These women were once feared by wives for they are looked at as husband stealers.. Nowadays that is no longer the case.. Women everywhere are accepting the fact that the crumbling down of one's marriage does not mean that one has failed as a human being.. More and more people(both men and women) are incorporating the wisdom of these two phrases;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Shyt happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;' and so '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Life must and WILL go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;And society in general has a more blaséd attitude towards these female individuals known as the jandas.. It has become such a common thing nowadays that you can just almost hear this type of response - "divorced yer?!?! welcome to the club!!!" - becoming a normality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Breakups - 'how females deal'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dulu after clash dengan boyfriend, most girls would think it is somehow their fault.. This train of thought results in either one or quite possibly all of the actions below;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-barricading themselves in their rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-avoiding contact with other human beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-crying their eyes out (meraung or silent crying is up to the female in question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-talking to the bestfriend, analysing each and every day of the relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-refusing meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-binge eating (chocolate, ice cream, fried chicken etc etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Fact of the matter is, these actions are driven primarily by sadness and guilt... Hence, they are mostly self detrimental in the pursue of comfort..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;The reactions that females nowadays have towards break ups are primarily driven by anger and hatred.. The 'what-have-i-done-wrong?' syndrome has been replaced by the 'that-effing-idiot-seriously-doesn't-know-what-he's-giving-up' belief... This gave birth to the new line of counter attacks employed by women who are in the now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-every free minute is spent with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-go to events to get to know new people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-probably cry a few times in a bergenang air mata kind of way.. (unless mmg yu can cry at a drop of a hat.. then that's different!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-talking to the bestfriend, bitching bout each and every flaw the dude has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-having meals at fancy places with friends just to treat themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-smoking/drinking and also binge eating while doing some more bitching about the 'ex'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-listening to songs like 'i'm not missing you' and 'it's not right but it's ok'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Do bear in mind that this does not ring true for everyone.. It's just an observation i made on the few relationship carnages that surround me..  It may just be that that's how my circle handle things.. a still self detrimental but more proactive approach to get back on track.. No longer only depending on time to heal the 'wounds'... More often than not, they end with  'omaigod puas nye ati aku!!' and 'i don't need you anymore!!' kind of feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Cheating Significant Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;All i can remember is that it involves a lot of nangis.. maki hamun sane sini (extreme cases) and more or less the same things you do when you break up... Now... the things done upon discovering that your loved one is not loving you alone, are numerous, various and might involve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-punching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-bawakking your friends to go serang his place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-kicking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-scratching (him AND his car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-spending on his credit card till he is maxed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-taking away his sim card (or his phone if you really wanna go all the way with this one) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-evicting him out of the house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-taking back all the stuff you ever gave him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-ratting him out to his parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-telling everybody what he did so that he feels like a real jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and the list goes on to involve the person he is cheating with (if the girl knew that was going on..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-pulling her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-confronting her one on one to tell her what a b!tch she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-ratting her out to HER parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-spreading the word bout what she did (exceptionally affective if you know tons of people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-slapping her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-splashing water to her face (very popular if jumpe kat kedai makan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and the list goes on and on.. Am not creative enough to come up with bizarre ways to get back at the people who hurt you.. All that i have listed down are the things that i know for a fact has happened amongst the people i am acquainted with.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Anyways, you might probably be thinking.. where am i going with all these trips down memory lane and comparing them to the present times.. Actually, what i want to point out is the reactions one might receive and perceive now, compared to how it was back then, has changed tremendously..  so listed below are the conclusions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Women/Girls have learnt, throughout years of experiments, that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;1. Blaming themselves isn't what one should do when faced with hardships in a relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;2. Being actively angry and lashing out is an acceptable way to cope with break ups.. Girl power and all that shyt~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;3. Breaking up is not the end of the world.. Keje, cari duit, be content with yourself and the guys will find you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and the kicker... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;4. This so called co-dependency is so over-rated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;And this, my friends, is why you find more and more females who are able to move from one relationship to another quite fast, able to leave their partners just-like-that, able to not care as much and be emotionally invulnerable, and last but not least, able to call themselves a commitaphobe. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;p/s: this not an attack on the male population, just mere justification for myself on why we behave the way we do.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-1199931956817771721?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1199931956817771721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=1199931956817771721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/1199931956817771721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/1199931956817771721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-very-long-one-so-if-you-dont.html' title='This is a very long one so if you don&apos;t want to read the whole thing, the conclusion is at the end of the post!'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-9178002740809568408</id><published>2008-12-08T00:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:09:35.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I Am BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;heylo people.. first things first.. i think an apology is in order for those people who do actually read my blog.. i haven't written anything new for quite some time.. it's not that i am too busy with life.. it's just that.. i did not find anything interesting to write about.. owh believe you me there were some off the charts effed up shyt happening.. i just couldnt be bothered to write about it.. uses too much of my energy.. dark posts takes a lot of brain power to produce.. and the things that happened.. phewww.. would have rendered me in a vegetative state... so yes.. sorry rakan2 for not writing!!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;anyways..in the last couple of months, things have been pretty topsy turvy in the relationship department for a lot of people.. i guess cupid went on a strike and decided that ending a lot of 'couplings' is an effective way to get back at.. ermm.. whoever it is that cupid is raging war against.. i've heard/seen the mildest form of separation to the down right scary types... neither extremities are pleasant but sometimes it's just something that needs to be done and over with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;some of the breakups were long overdued.. but some.. were so out of the blue and absurd that i still need time to wrap my head around them.. the whole chain of events got me thinking.. is this why more girls have guy-like attitudes.. because relationships nowadays comes and goes as easily as masak meggi.. cepat dier siap.. cepat jugak dier habis... and like eating meggi also.. the feeling of being full is not the same as makan nasi and lauk.. takes more preparation and time.. but man.. bile kenyang tu.. TEGOLEK!!!! puas hati toksah cakap lah kan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;anyhoots.. to those of you who were hit by this wave of destruction that encik cupid has produced.. you hang in there.. sunshiny days are yet to come.. surround yourself with positivity.. no point in dwelling in the dark side.. bazir mase and bazir tenaga... be with friends.. dont miss any oppurtunity to laugh and be merry... but.. if yu feel the urge to cry.. please do so.. there is no shame being sad in losing something or someone that was once precious to you ( and probably still is )... think of it as a cleansing of the soul.. if you need me to cry with you.. just get in touch and i will try my best to be there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;remember.. think happy thoughts!! cheerios~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-9178002740809568408?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/9178002740809568408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=9178002740809568408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/9178002740809568408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/9178002740809568408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/12/apparently-i-am-back.html' title='Apparently I Am BACK!'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-5106930136600121382</id><published>2008-04-20T12:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:09:26.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the ramblings of an idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;u answered with a cheery voice.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;till u found out it was i who is on the other line..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and then everything changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;your voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;your manner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i could even hear ur smile turning upside down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;your sentences were;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;short..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;brisk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;forced..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and i knew the cheery hello wasnt meant for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;the smile u wore wasnt for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;the expectant tone of voice wasnt for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i wish it was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;owh how so many things that i wish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;so many..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;so futile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and then i thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;what am i doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;no idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;no clue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and then i smiled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;a million things running through my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;overwhelmed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;engulfed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;drowned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;for lack of better word..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;empty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;empty....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-5106930136600121382?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5106930136600121382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=5106930136600121382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/5106930136600121382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/5106930136600121382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/04/ramblings-of-idiot.html' title='the ramblings of an idiot'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-297683270785417690</id><published>2008-03-17T18:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:09:14.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>till the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and there i was.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;ready..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;able..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;willing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;but then the reins of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;ruthlessly snatched away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;violently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;savagely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and above all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;without mercy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;once again i was thrust into darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;the webs of fear that i created myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;threatening to swallow me whole..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;to the depths of never after..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;no way of returning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;no way of looking back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and there i sat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;shaking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and wishing you would hold me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;surrounded by everything and nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;overwhelmed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;engulfed by waves of silence that came-a-crashing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;as always.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i waited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and i waited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and i waited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and i waited with abated breath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;until my my face turns blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;until i could feel the tendrils of death against my arms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;reaching for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and alone i wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and i waited..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;looking up to the heavens above..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;till i could wait no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-297683270785417690?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/297683270785417690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=297683270785417690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/297683270785417690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/297683270785417690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/till-end.html' title='till the end'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-8112730671070357617</id><published>2008-03-11T20:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:09:01.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>~KEGEMBIRAAN~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;am going home in less than 12 hours!!!.. happiness finally comes-a-calling.. so happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... weee... malaysia!!.. here i come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;smile smile smile smile smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;can u just detect how ludicrously happy i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;ding dong bell.. pussy in the well.. tralalalalala....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-8112730671070357617?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8112730671070357617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=8112730671070357617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/8112730671070357617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/8112730671070357617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/kegembiraan.html' title='~KEGEMBIRAAN~'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-7863669602043486962</id><published>2008-03-08T21:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:08:48.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;the feeling has gone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and i dont know how to get it back.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i dont even know if i want it back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;but it has to come back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;or is it better for it to be gone forever?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;fark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i hate uncertainties..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i hate the not knowing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i hate the waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i hate the not being in control..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;do i have too much hate in me?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;maybe not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;who cares??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;do you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i know i dont..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;maybe thats the way to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;ride out the wave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;without a care in the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;who knows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;maybe its the right thing to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-7863669602043486962?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7863669602043486962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=7863669602043486962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/7863669602043486962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/7863669602043486962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-6726571526926940645</id><published>2008-03-07T11:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:08:16.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;here are a few points i seem to notice about the mistress i call life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;1. everytime i build my hopes up.. she will never fail to drag me back.. even to a lower level than where i was before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;2. everytime i put on a farce.. and pretend to not care.. she will never fail in making sure i notice her presence.. even when it meant i would be falling smack on my face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;3. everytime i smile on the inside and not the just the outside.. she will never fail to take that inner smile away from me.. even to the extend of snatching future smiles yet to come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;4. everytime i am content with what i have... she will never fail to spread the feeling of unease into my heart.. even to the point where i no longer realise what is already mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;5. everytime i try to be considerate for others.. she will never fail to instill that value in me.. even when most times it involves sacrificing myself and my happiness to a degree where i am left broken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and for those reasons oh my mistress.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;you win.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i am no longer a being of my own right.. i acknowledge your power and influence.. from this moment on you own my brain and my heart.. i am but an empty shell.. cursed to never dare to breathe the smell of innocence.. nor will i ever dare to bask in the rays of hope.. for i now consider hope a very dangerous thing to have.. you win.. i am but an empty shell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-darkThoughts-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-6726571526926940645?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6726571526926940645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=6726571526926940645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/6726571526926940645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/6726571526926940645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-1436243786388593741</id><published>2008-03-06T22:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:07:50.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;could somebody explain to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. why are women blessed with pmses and period pains??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only do we have to deal with the whole getting our period thing.. but prior to that.. we would have to undergo an emotional roller coaster ride where everything is so near to the surface that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-1436243786388593741?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1436243786388593741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=1436243786388593741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/1436243786388593741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/1436243786388593741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/could-somebody-explain-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-3519680407404591164</id><published>2008-03-06T21:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:07:30.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i'm scared of what i say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i'm scared of what of what i do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i'm scared of how u think of me when i open up to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i'm scared of picking fights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i'm scared of standing tall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;and because of this sometimes, i decide to say nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;i'm scared of telling u what i believe in for sometimes u disagree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;but i think its time for me to ask, when will u be scared for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-3519680407404591164?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-6574078681715780311</id><published>2008-03-04T10:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:07:05.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apekah?!?!?! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;munasabah tak??. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;today i decided to go to momentum heat transfer only and skip solid-fluid systems... so at 9.40 saye pon siap2 la to go to school.. being the pemalas that i am.. i drove nonie's car instead of jalan sendiri.. upon arriving.. saye pon naik la lift towards the J floor... sampai je kat J floor tetibe rase bump!.. pastu the lift gave out a very strangled-sounding screech..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;terdiam jap kat situ.. the lift door wont open.. adeh.. masalah... pastu rang la the alarm... talked to this guy explaining i am stuck ALONE on the top floor in the third lift... he said somebody should be coming soon.. then i heard voices outside my lift.. my lift la sangat.. anyways.. every 2 mins ade orang tanye.. are you ok love?.. u sure u're ok?.. bajet i would freak out la tuh... well good thing the lift was big enough for me to not experience any claustrophobic panic attacks... kalau tak.. i would've maki hamun all the things there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;to pass the time.. i rang people up and ended up having to nyanyi lagu doremon on the phone... blegh... around 30 mins after the lift first buat hal.. i was rescued by my 2 saviours.. lalalala.. pastu disebabkan mood telah ilang.. i went back 'home' instead of going to class.. i was 20 mins late anyways... so later have to go out again for presentation.. blegh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-iHATEtuesdays-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-6574078681715780311?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6574078681715780311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Lagu untuk Nonie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Cik Nonie!!!.. this song is for you!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Munajat Cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Malam Ini Kusendiri&lt;br /&gt;Tak Ada Yang Menemani&lt;br /&gt;Seperti Malam Malam&lt;br /&gt;Yang Sudah Sudah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati Ini Selalu Sepi&lt;br /&gt;Tak Ada Yang Menghiasi&lt;br /&gt;Seperti Cinta Ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang Slalu Pupus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan Kirimkanlah Aku&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih Yang Baik Hati&lt;br /&gt;Yang Mencintai Aku&lt;br /&gt;Apa Adanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Ini Semakin Layu&lt;br /&gt;Tak Ada Yang Memiliki&lt;br /&gt;Seperti Aku Ini&lt;br /&gt;Semakin Pupus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee... di kala ini.. you are sleeping.. hugging ur garfield.. if only ade camera... saye amek buat blackmail.. wahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-246441393615219948?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/246441393615219948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=246441393615219948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/246441393615219948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/246441393615219948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/lagu-untuk-nonie.html' title='Lagu untuk Nonie'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-4251460010112910764</id><published>2008-02-21T22:18:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:06:38.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London Trip~ (short karangan la plak)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Last weekend ayu, alep and myself went to london for the Legasi Tun Razak Seminar held by Kelab UMNO London. Instead of departing on friday evening like what any normal person who lives 4 hours drive away from london would do, the three of us decided to bangun damn awal and bertolak on saturday morning instead... Arina set alarm for 4.30 tapi PM.. Alep.. huh.. tayah cakap la kan... kalau dah at 2 o'clock baru nak sleep because of watching some korean doctor series... tadek makne nak rely on him to kejut.. Luckily we had our miss Azlina Ideris a.k.a cik ayu who came a-knockin on my door at 5 am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"arinaaaaaa... are we going to this thing or not?!?!?!...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and arina replied groggily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pegi.. pegi..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pusing2 kasi selimut for a better coverage. it seemed to me as though ayu counted to 5 before telling me to 'bangun laaaaa' and go shower since we have a long drive ahead of us. with my eyes partly closed and bumping into anything and everything that stands in between myself and the toilet.. i finally managed to bersiap2 and kejut alep to get ready... gegas sane gegas sini tegolek golek rushing.. we finally managed to leave the house at 5.30-ish... alep.. being alep.. did not fill up the gas tank the night before.. so we had to stop by a station for petrol.. after godek2-king the tom-tom (gps navigation thingamajiggy) we were set on our way to the capital of England.. just one problem.. THE TOM TOM WAS LEADING US IN THE WRONG DIRECTION.. Little did we know this was an early preview of more sakit ati-ness to come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally getting on the highway... Alep and Ayu started to drift off to sleep while yours truly was the one driving the car.. upon reaching a very confusing exit i had to wake up alep and notify ayu that i did not understand what the tom-tom was telling me... the lady voice was telling me to turn but the picture is telling me to go straight.. after a rapid 5 second consultation with alep, we decided to go straight ahead.. but alas.. it was the wrong way to go.. the route was recalculated and an extra 30 mins was added to our travel time.. baka saru!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Alep and Ayu stayed awake untill we got on the 'right road' and alep dozed back off to sleep with the last words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;" ko follow je exit gi Birm south.. nanti pastu nampak ar signboard to london.. okey?.. krohhhhh "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;okay i exaggerated the krohhh part.. hehe.. it was smooth sailing after that... untill we hit london traffic... oh my god.. london drivers should be locked up and never be allowed to see the light of day ever again.. first and last experience driving in london.. i will not do it again no sireee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;after a few more misleading turns, we arrived at London School of Economics where the seminar was held.. found parking, which was exorbitantly expensive (4 effin pounds per hour), and walked to what we thought was the location of the East Building.. we were shoo-ed inside as the event was about to start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the event began with a speach from Dzariman as head of Kelab UMNO London and the floor was later then given to Tun Musa Hitam who was the keynote (and only) speaker of the day.. there were 2 other speakers who were supposed to attend but due to unforeseen circumstances (election.. unforeseen la sangatttt) were in the end unable to. they sent their regards instead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;It was my first time listening to Tun and i would have to say.. he's good okey?!?!?! he answers any question from the floor with ease and with enough humour to lighten the mood.. but if one listens carefully.. behind those answers and anecdotes lies the mind of a genius.. and he is owh so knowledgable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;towards the end of the seminar i already made plans to meet up with my london (+ 1 egham) friends from KTJ time.. hehe.. i just love phone texting dont you?.. so ayu, suhana alia (who was my roomate back in 2005 was at the event as well) drove towards marble arch to look for parking near edgeware road since we were planning to lepak in the oxford street area.. we met up with farah ann (furry wurry!!!) and looked for a place to sit and have drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since starbucks was full with so many people yg tatau datang dari mane... farah brought us to st. christopher's square.. at least i think it was st. christopher's square.. it was near selfridges anyways... to sit at this cafe called either carluggios or garluccios.. we were joined later by alep and even later by qing hong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;after all the ' i haven't seen you in AGES ' and gossiping.. it was time for the three mancunians to head home.. we parted ways and me, ayu n alep started on hour journey back to manchester...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, alep :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;" wei nak balik terus ker?!?!... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to singgah2 places instead... first destination.. Arsenal Stadium.. dont ask why.. ade la reason.. pastu d moment kitorang sampai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ni HIGHBURY!!!!!!.. tom-tom ni tak update ker?? AGHHHHH "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitorang pon terpacak tgk stadium lame yg sedang di dismantled.. tensi nye pasal.. we headed straight home.. sampai2 terus tido tegolek... got a full nights rest for a sunday yang penuh dengan pembacaan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R74JYeX6j_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/q31uNpNnC0I/s1600-h/DSC02139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R74JYeX6j_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/q31uNpNnC0I/s320/DSC02139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169579738342789106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;London traffic on a Saturday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R74JZOX6kAI/AAAAAAAAABY/QjTN-6QW4zU/s1600-h/n200904461_32102859_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R74JZOX6kAI/AAAAAAAAABY/QjTN-6QW4zU/s320/n200904461_32102859_1521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169579751227691010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;the LR6 gang!! together again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R74JZ-X6kCI/AAAAAAAAABo/JBrW3fFcszA/s1600-h/DSC02123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R74JZ-X6kCI/AAAAAAAAABo/JBrW3fFcszA/s320/DSC02123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169579764112592930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;me n my penguin!! comeyh comeyh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R74JauX6kDI/AAAAAAAAABw/Bejb7eyWy5g/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R74JauX6kDI/AAAAAAAAABw/Bejb7eyWy5g/s320/DSC02132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169579776997494834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;mancunians&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/3207110040610565446-4251460010112910764?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4251460010112910764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=4251460010112910764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/4251460010112910764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/4251460010112910764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/london-trip-short-karangan-la-plak.html' title='London Trip~ (short karangan la plak)'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R74JYeX6j_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/q31uNpNnC0I/s72-c/DSC02139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-4402133242163678138</id><published>2008-02-18T08:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:06:22.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>~Listening~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;The calling for a true 'good listener' :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;1. Capable to withhold problems and secrets without having to tell another person about it. this   extends to self problems and secrets as well. this rule does not cover gossips. feel free to gossip about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;2. have the attention span of a saint in order to be able to listen, understand, and engage in the conversation at hand. staring into space while somebody is pouring their hearts out is a definite no-no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;3. be emotionally strong enough if any attempts to finally fess up to somebody other than one's self, gets rejected by the simple notion that the other person thinks their problems are bigger than yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;4. to some extend feel like nobody else is interested in listening to you other than when you are commenting about them. and when you do comment be prepared for less than positive responses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;5. be disciplined enough to stick to it. if one allows one's self to be dubbed the 'listener'.. then be prepared for more updates of the subject in the future.. allocate enough time to continue being a listener unless if the other person blabs to anyone and everyone who actually understands the language they are using. if and only if this occur then the aforementioned rule is considered void.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;6. have patience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-4402133242163678138?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4402133242163678138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=4402133242163678138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/4402133242163678138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/4402133242163678138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/listening.html' title='~Listening~'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-5736953281136821695</id><published>2008-02-15T23:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:06:08.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>of Tumbuk-Tumbuk and Uli-Uli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R7YhiuX6j5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/_67tH3WV5LQ/s1600-h/mortar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R7YhiuX6j5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/_67tH3WV5LQ/s320/mortar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167354502901829522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;It's funny how your everyday routine can sometimes bring a smile to somebody else.. Am not talking about the jokes u make if you are the class clown.. or the antics you get yourself into by being the world's most accident prone person... This is me talking about mundane, boring and unnoticeable everyday stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today it has come across to my attention, that the fact that i call a lesung batu a 'tumbuk-tumbuk' might bring about a fit of giggles from other people.. Doesn't matter to me whether they are laughing out of disbelief or in a not so nice manner.. Fact of the matter is.. It brought a smile to their face.. And I would have to say.. it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.. It just shows that it is so easy to make other people happy and forget the world for a while.. That one word.. One that i take for granted everytime i dwell in the realm of pots and pans... Made somebody's life more bearable.. Though you might say.. It's not much.. But hey... It's definitely something.. Right?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ooohh.. I just thought of something... maybe this is somehow connected to my facebook horoscope thingy (previous post)... Let me go check... yay!! it is!!.. so people... DO pay attention to the things you already have... Life would be a better place when something so simple as a Tumbuk-Tumbuk could make another human being go to bed a wee bit happier... It will be good for you yourself to know that in your own way... you helped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;p/s : me using different names for cooking utensils is not a testament on my cooking ability.. or my Bahasa Melayu for that matter... HuMphhHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-5736953281136821695?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5736953281136821695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=5736953281136821695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/5736953281136821695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/5736953281136821695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-tumbuk-tumbuk-and-uli-uli.html' title='of Tumbuk-Tumbuk and Uli-Uli'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSy3RnmoiU8/R7YhiuX6j5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/_67tH3WV5LQ/s72-c/mortar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207110040610565446.post-7748675906451227077</id><published>2008-02-14T21:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:05:18.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Goes Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Having extracted my being from the world of blogging, i found myself once again typing away at my laptop, which at the moment is comfortably resting on my lap as its name truly implies, stringing together a list of words for the eyes of the cyber world to see.  It has been almost 2 years since i last submitted a post bearing my thoughts, feelings, worries, wishes, etc etc... to be judged by other people, some of which i might not even know personally. So, here goes nothing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  There's a very good reason why i am suddenly once again interested in becoming a blogger. The reason presented itself in the form of a conversation with a very lovable,sengal but garang-macam-singa person... That person who is very dear to me told me (very harshly i might add) that i need to open up to other people if not to them... After some considerable time thinking about it.. owh about 10 minutes to be exact... i decided... what the heck.. lets give it a try and come up with an outlet... a way for me to tell people what is playing on my mind without actually telling them... and so with the help of cik ayu pointing me in the direction i need to go to... Silent Blah Blah is born.. my sanctuary.. a mean by which i can express my inner most darkest secret... well okay not THAT deep nor dark.. have to take it slow.. Chillax a bit (my favouritest word at the moment)... maybe not now but definitely someday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; I actually wanted to comment on my facebook horoscope:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Instead of focusing on what you're lacking today, look around and notice all the amazing things you do have in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;but unfortunately my brain is protesting and refuses to deal anymore with words... i think the guilt of not doing the new feed calculation for my lab project is somehow forcing it to realign its thinking mechanism to focus on numbers instead.. plus i already forgot what i wanted to say in the first place.. haha.. old age.. inevitable... so i guess i'll save my 'words of wisdom' for some other day.. get ready people.. the new 'out there' arina is on the rise... see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3207110040610565446-7748675906451227077?l=missarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7748675906451227077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3207110040610565446&amp;postID=7748675906451227077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/7748675906451227077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3207110040610565446/posts/default/7748675906451227077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here Goes Nothing'/><author><name>miss arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713548524419725041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
