<?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-7282642246114872265</id><updated>2011-09-20T02:15:01.304+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Political Views'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Maisara'/><category term='Happy moments'/><category term='Gibberish'/><category term='Sad moments'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Jiwang'/><category term='health'/><category term='Jalan-jalan'/><category term='Lepak2'/><category term='Gathering'/><title type='text'>My Little Online Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>++the daily events in the lives of me &amp;amp; my two darlings++</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-398646406716752473</id><published>2010-03-15T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:58:16.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa nak jadi?</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa la nak jadi dengan blog aku nih...Aduhaiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-398646406716752473?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/398646406716752473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=398646406716752473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/398646406716752473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/398646406716752473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2010/03/apa-nak-jadi.html' title='Apa nak jadi?'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1261717510560602034</id><published>2010-01-08T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:48:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waahh..how long has it been since I last pen down my thoughts here, eh? Well, same 'ol lame excuse given by me over and over again when people asked my why I haven't update my precious lil blog - NO TIME! Indeed I got no time to spare nowadays. What with my job, my daughter and my own little precious time for me to wind down and relax after work. I just don't have the "brain" ability to sit down, think and type..hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since 2009 has closed its door, I think its just appropriate to sit down and reflect on what happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you may know, I made a HUGE decision last year. But before that, there was a series of event happened in our little family life. We moved from a landed house to an apartment within 3 months and move to KL within 8 months. Maisara started her "schooling" life in Smart Reader early last year. She enjoyed it so much that I was relief of my decision sending her to school even before she turned 3 despite few people telling me that its too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thyrotoxicosis was under control early last year as well. I had a VERY BAD hyperthyroidism late 2008 resulting in me being depressed and almost had a panic attack. Now I am still on medication which is scheduled to be stopped in April. My endocrinologist will then monitor the hormon level and will decide on what step to be taken next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I was pregnant with our second child late March last year. Unfortunately, 2 months later I got miscarried. It was a stressful event but if its not meant to be, then its not meant to be. We can always try again..Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cheerier note, I was FINALLY employed in August. Tu lah org cakap kan, Tuhan duga kita dengan sesuatu dan Dia bagi kita sesuatu yg kita tak jangka. That's what I call rezeki. But, this employment comes with a BIG sacrifice. My job requires me to station in KL while my hubby is still working in JB. August was the month that I dreaded the most that time. I prayed to God to show me the right thing to do. I took the job with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August also was the starting point of our long distance relationship. Yes, some of you might think its not a big matter. Ala, sorang JB sorang KL je..bukan jauh pun. Orang lain duduk lagi jauh-jauh. But, not to us. We've been thru thick and thin together. Susah senang kami bertiga. Makan megi ke makan steak ke mmg kami together2. And Maisara is so close to her daddy. It shatters my heart everytime I saw her crying in the middle of the night looking for her daddy and sobbing before she goes to sleep. I had to be strong for her but sometimes I just can't. I don't have the heart of steel like other people. But alhamdulillah, we managed to go thru it and insyaAllah daddy will be with us permanently next month. His company has finally agreed to transfer him to KL. Yippie yay yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enuff about last year. This will be an exciting, cherishable, memorable and hopefully bankable year for us. Our target this year is to buy our own crash pad and will add another family member to the picture..hehehe. Please do pray for us, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, till then, cherish your day, don't fret about the past. Live like you are going to live forever but pray like you are going to die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will be able to blog more this year. Thank you to you guys who kept coming to this "sawang" blog. I appreciate it and luv you guys lots!! Mmuahhss!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1261717510560602034?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1261717510560602034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1261717510560602034&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1261717510560602034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1261717510560602034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1675288298434859128</id><published>2009-11-23T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:52:46.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story worth sharing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet  and blanket!Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me proud too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer, amidst his sobbing, was :  The letters were for Mummy.My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say....I told my son, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help opening the letter before they turn to ash. And one of the letters broke my heart....Dear Mummy,I miss you so much! Today, there was a  'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room.  I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the females with children:Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your little precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the married men:Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients.Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those singles out there:Beauty lies in loving yourself first. With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I will cry everytime I read this story&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/7282642246114872265-1675288298434859128?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1675288298434859128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1675288298434859128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1675288298434859128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1675288298434859128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-worth-sharing.html' title='A story worth sharing...'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-6250365316119534133</id><published>2009-11-17T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:16:14.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent-Teacher meeting</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa semenjak dua menjak ni aku malas sangat nak update blog. Lagipun takde benda menarik pun yg berlaku selain normal day-to-day activities. Nak cerita pasal isu2 semasa lagila tak kuasa. Nak baca paper pun tak sempat. Teruk kan aku nih...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hari ni aku cuti. Sebabnya, skolah Maisara ada parent-teacher meeting. Yelah kan, cuti skolah dah dekat. Cikgu dia nak le jumpa parents utk update perkembangan anak masing2 kat skolah. Memandangkan daddy berada nun jauh di johor, terpaksa la aku lone ranger pegi kali nie. Eh tapi masa kat SRK dulu pun aku pegi sorang gak..ahakzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, the meeting went well. Cikgu dia ckp Maisara is an outstanding student. Dia ckp her mental and academic abilities mcm budak umur 4 tahun. She can do her own work without constant supervision from her teacher. Cikgu dia ckp her pronounciation dgn phonics pun is very good. I was soooo proud of her. Cuma cikgu dia bagitau one concern..Anak aku ni kuat berangan! Hahahahha.. Dia kata bila dtg angin mengelamun dia mmg kerja tak jalan la..Hihihi. Ntah hapa2 la anak aku dok lamunkan tu ek. Lamunan terhenti agaknye..ahakzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her social skill has improved tremendously..Dulu masa awal2 masuk SRK, that was her main problem. Now its not a problem anymore and I am happy yippie yeay yeay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lagi satu cikgu dia bagitau, Maisara ni is very loving. She likes to hug her teachers bila2 dia rasa nak hug. She is such a sweet wonderful girl. Mommy love you so much my dear angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year she'll be in Pre-K class. Dah bukan budak kecik kat nursery lagi. She's a big girl now. Gosh, how time flies. But she will always and always be my baby girl forever and ever...I love you, darling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-6250365316119534133?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6250365316119534133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=6250365316119534133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6250365316119534133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6250365316119534133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/11/parent-teacher-meeting.html' title='Parent-Teacher meeting'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5422807990736231600</id><published>2009-11-09T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:48:08.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada brani??</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, tajuk je provocative. Ceritanya biasa2 je. Saja nak cerita yg anak daraku dah officially pegi  swimming class hari sabtu lepas. Punyala sakan beli goggles pink, kicking board ada gambar ape ntah kaler pink, swimming suit merah (sbb pink tarak..), siap gambar tengkorak lagi tau. Bukan aku yg pilih haa, dia sendiri yg pilih. Tapi swimming suit tu dah lama beli. Ingat nak kena beli sepasang lagi. Yg "sopan" sket. Yg ni mcm seksi sangat la pulak. Sebab kelas start pukul 10, kiranya matahari dah panas la jugak masa tu. Terus berbelang2 anak daraku itu..So rasanya kena beli yg banyak sikit cover surface area badan dia. Ahakzz..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Svgc0aXIrSI/AAAAAAAAB2w/kFnpl4Q-hZk/s1600-h/P1030711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Svgc0aXIrSI/AAAAAAAAB2w/kFnpl4Q-hZk/s320/P1030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402099439786044706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, for this first lesson as usual..cik mek tuh malu2 taik cicak pulak, esp dengan coach dia. Ni pun dia join skali dgn sepupu dia si Aiman. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Svgc0XHVC9I/AAAAAAAAB2o/rDDmrJSt5gI/s1600-h/P1030710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Svgc0XHVC9I/AAAAAAAAB2o/rDDmrJSt5gI/s320/P1030710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402099438914440146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ada lagi 2 org budak satu grup dgn dia. Kelas once a week, one hour per session. Hopefully this investment is worth it..hehehee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Svgc0omPrHI/AAAAAAAAB24/kl1RGeADPxc/s1600-h/P1030717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Svgc0omPrHI/AAAAAAAAB24/kl1RGeADPxc/s320/P1030717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402099443607514226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5422807990736231600?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5422807990736231600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5422807990736231600&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5422807990736231600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5422807990736231600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/11/ada-brani.html' title='Ada brani??'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Svgc0aXIrSI/AAAAAAAAB2w/kFnpl4Q-hZk/s72-c/P1030711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-568001495907448382</id><published>2009-10-31T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:10:46.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Suatu Petang Yg Hujan</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situasi : Kat depan Metrojaya The Curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa : Dah nak maghrib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelakon : Mommy &amp;amp; Maisara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props : Pokok krismas (YES, pokok krismas dah bersepah2 kat the curve okeh..walaupun hari ni baru 31/10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisara dok sibuk2 membelek dan memegang pokok krismas dan ornamentnya kat situ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba - tiba ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisara : Mommy! Mommy! Can we have a christmas party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : (Dengan muka terkejut badak) What?? Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisara : So that I got lots of presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : We cannot have a christmas party, dear. Wait till your birthday party next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisara : .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story : Hmmm..apa moralnya yea? hehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-568001495907448382?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/568001495907448382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=568001495907448382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/568001495907448382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/568001495907448382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/10/di-suatu-petang-yg-hujan.html' title='Di Suatu Petang Yg Hujan'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1915382844629743623</id><published>2009-10-25T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:36:29.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerto!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh...how long has it been, eh? Its been a while since I last updated this precious blog. So sorry for my absence. Life has been hectic nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQU1VCh7I/AAAAAAAAB1E/vos1HAGCsug/s1600-h/P1030596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQU1VCh7I/AAAAAAAAB1E/vos1HAGCsug/s320/P1030596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526572339627954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, one memorable event happened today for our precious little angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQVfkl6vI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Uy8e2bcTNjQ/s1600-h/P1030652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQVfkl6vI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Uy8e2bcTNjQ/s320/P1030652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526583679150834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was her first ever school concert, held at Kelab Golf Seri Selangor, Kota Damansara this morning. She has been practising EVERYDAY at home, forcing her maksu and myself to "participate" with her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQVDw_FLI/AAAAAAAAB1M/zH5NBO63-9A/s1600-h/P1030604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQVDw_FLI/AAAAAAAAB1M/zH5NBO63-9A/s320/P1030604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526576214938802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her first act was the choir. The whole nursery &amp;amp; Pre-K kids sang Bangun Pagi and ABC songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQVFw11LI/AAAAAAAAB1U/zmUvlSA99OA/s1600-h/P1030632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQVFw11LI/AAAAAAAAB1U/zmUvlSA99OA/s320/P1030632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526576751203506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then she participated in Madagascar dance. Since this was her first time, I could sense a bit of "stage fright" in her. She was doing her dance routine while at the same time observing the cheering crowd full of excited parents. Nevertheless, I was so proud of my baby girl. Another milestone achieved today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQVr9yQCI/AAAAAAAAB1k/NPXlvt7A9OA/s1600-h/P1030655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQVr9yQCI/AAAAAAAAB1k/NPXlvt7A9OA/s320/P1030655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526587006042146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the event itself, well, it was kinda galore of iPhones, SLRs and (fake+ori) LVs. Ahakssss (takpe, aku pakai SF). It was well organized, MC-eed by Uncle Azri yg sangat bubbly dan cheerful and fun fun fun. The most important thing was the kids had so much fun performing their dances, pantuns, speeches and acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh..lagi satu. Cuba teka sapa dlm gambar kat bawah nie? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQsfrq47I/AAAAAAAAB10/_7SVWDTLrTc/s1600-h/P1030692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQsfrq47I/AAAAAAAAB10/_7SVWDTLrTc/s320/P1030692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526978845828018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yezza, tidak salah lagi, our own rock legend, Abg Amy Search (haa, aku dah panggil dia abang ko..ahakz). He sends 2 of his kids to to the same school as Maisara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku tanpa segan silu telah selamba badaknya mintak nak ambik gambar dgn dia. And he was so sporting, tapi tak banyak cakap sangat. And he's petite I must tell you. Comel je..heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQsp-_68I/AAAAAAAAB18/oefTZg3qKx8/s1600-h/P1030694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQsp-_68I/AAAAAAAAB18/oefTZg3qKx8/s320/P1030694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526981611252674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tengoklah gambar ni, mak bapak yg kernyeh sampai ke telinga. Sara rilek jeeeee...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQsI3fl6I/AAAAAAAAB1s/kXMb2qHn5oo/s1600-h/P1030691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQsI3fl6I/AAAAAAAAB1s/kXMb2qHn5oo/s320/P1030691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526972721403810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Maisara with her teacher, Ms Safiyyah yg comel dan sweet sesangat..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQs0TfPKI/AAAAAAAAB2E/Cd_-ldSCEY0/s1600-h/P1030704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQs0TfPKI/AAAAAAAAB2E/Cd_-ldSCEY0/s320/P1030704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526984381545634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, it was a fun event. I know my girl had so much fun today and looking forward to the next concert next year. Thanks to the teachers for organizing such a wonderful event. More photos and videos will be uploaded in my FB soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1915382844629743623?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1915382844629743623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1915382844629743623&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1915382844629743623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1915382844629743623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/10/concerto.html' title='Concerto!!'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SuRQU1VCh7I/AAAAAAAAB1E/vos1HAGCsug/s72-c/P1030596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5859129926970677216</id><published>2009-09-28T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:14:51.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boleh rupenye</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh rupenye aku mengupdate blog dari opis..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aku blum ada mood utk cerita ceriti lah..Kamera lak rosak, so takdelah gambar2 mengancam Maisara. Takat kamera phone aku yg cikai tu apelah sangat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya kami mcm mana? Waa, raya kami mestilah best. Makan tak hengat punya. Tapi nanti2lah aku update pasal gastronomi kami di hari raya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku puasa nie. Tu yg lunch tak kuar. Lampu ofis pun dah tutup abis. Tandanya nak suruh aku tido la tuh...babaiiiiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5859129926970677216?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5859129926970677216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5859129926970677216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5859129926970677216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5859129926970677216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/09/boleh-rupenye.html' title='Boleh rupenye'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5755871153490948005</id><published>2009-09-16T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:48:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short notice to inform you guys that I'm still alive. Hehehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I'm not sure when I'll be able to update this cute lil blog. But stay tune, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...I also want to take this opportunity to wish everybody a blessed and wonderful Eid. Sorry for any wrongdoings. Semoga Syawal kali ini memberi kebahagiaan utk semua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I love you guys so much! Thanks for visiting this humble blog. Mmmuuaaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazmi, Harni &amp;amp; Maisara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5755871153490948005?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5755871153490948005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5755871153490948005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5755871153490948005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5755871153490948005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!!'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-3635234546698135971</id><published>2009-09-03T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:32:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maisara's last day at SRK</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh..lama giler aku tak update blog. Life aku agak hectic semenjak dua menjak nie. Yelah, drp bertiga, dah jadi berdua. Drp duk goyang kaki kat umah dah jadik goyang kaki kat ofis (ooppsss...hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aku saja nak update cerita pasal my girl's last day at SRK. Daddy belikan sebijik kek kat Secret Recipe for her farewell party and he gave the camera to her teacher utk ambik gambar dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PP1500eI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4DItCsbeiCE/s1600-h/DSC02723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PP1500eI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4DItCsbeiCE/s320/DSC02723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244351178265058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku tak larat nak mengarang ayat. Jadi, aku cerita secara bergambar lah ye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak silap aku, diorg nyanyi lagu happy birthday gak. Sebabnya anak aku ni pantang nampak kek. Mesti dia ingat birthday dia. Siap blow candle lagik hokehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PQfKGTJI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Y61Is2cJpJo/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PQfKGTJI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Y61Is2cJpJo/s320/DSC02724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244362252373138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PQxWFuFI/AAAAAAAAB0U/Bb_g7s9oie0/s1600-h/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PQxWFuFI/AAAAAAAAB0U/Bb_g7s9oie0/s320/DSC02725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244367134505042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PRXQD08I/AAAAAAAAB0c/IhV9QE8U4aE/s1600-h/DSC02726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PRXQD08I/AAAAAAAAB0c/IhV9QE8U4aE/s320/DSC02726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244377309762498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg lain2 ni korang buatlah karangan sendiri berdasarkan gambar yea. Idea mengarang aku blom sampai lagi la..Stuck pulak rasanya kepala otak ni sebab dah lama tak blogging.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PRtjAjHI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Ay6qiOVrs4M/s1600-h/DSC02730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PRtjAjHI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Ay6qiOVrs4M/s320/DSC02730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244383294819442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg ni classmates dia. Cute kan budak2 nie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_RPv04LMI/AAAAAAAAB08/xcT1llji99U/s1600-h/DSC02733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_RPv04LMI/AAAAAAAAB08/xcT1llji99U/s320/DSC02733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377246548570156226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg ni pulak bestfriend dia. Kecik je budaknya...Kiranya anak aku la slalu jadi penyelamat budak ni drp dibuli classmates yg lain. Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PeY3CiCI/AAAAAAAAB0s/iEVJ_BVPQHQ/s1600-h/DSC02734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PeY3CiCI/AAAAAAAAB0s/iEVJ_BVPQHQ/s320/DSC02734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244601079990306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, aku mmg sedih sbb kena berentikan Maisara from SRK kat Sutera Utama tu. Aku suka environment dia, cikgu cikgi dia, cara pembelajaran dia, semua2 lah. Most importantly aku paling suka sbb kelas dia semua kaum ada (aku rasa dia sorang je melayu dlm kelas dia). Aku mmg nak dia bergaul dgn semua kaum. Kawan dengan semua org tak kira bangsa..And I think Smart Reader was the right place rather than normal kindy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_Pev1L7QI/AAAAAAAAB00/FeCWWwbqI14/s1600-h/DSC02738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_Pev1L7QI/AAAAAAAAB00/FeCWWwbqI14/s320/DSC02738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244607246232834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To all her teachers, thank you so much for all the things you guys have done for my girl. I really appreciate it. I know that she misses you guys and she definitely misses all her friends. But life must go on. She has to adapt to her new life, her new school now. Kesian my baby...Dulu masa kat CPH dah ada kawan2 rapat, kena balik Mesia. Lama gakla dia dok teringat kat kawan2 dia kat CPH. Ni dah gi skul kena pindah skul pulak. Tapi nak buat mcm mana kan..That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesanan penaja: Daddy!! Cepat2la pindah KL!!!!! Kesian kat Maisara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-3635234546698135971?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3635234546698135971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=3635234546698135971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3635234546698135971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3635234546698135971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/09/maisaras-last-day-at-srk.html' title='Maisara&apos;s last day at SRK'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sp_PP1500eI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4DItCsbeiCE/s72-c/DSC02723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-972227883933472496</id><published>2009-08-03T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:29:00.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarking on a new (scary) journey</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you are reading this, I'll be more than 300kms away from my darlings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've got a job. I am now officially employed. Something that I've wanted since we came back to Malaysia a year ago. But it didn't occur to me the huge sacrifice that I have to make. Well, life is not all bed of roses, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially embarking on a new journey. Not just for me, but for my hubby and especially for my baby girl..I know this will be hard at first. So hard that sometimes I can't bare thinking about it. At one point I even contemplated rejecting the offer. But this is something that I HAVE to do. I NEED to do this before its too late. Change is never easy. But without the willingness to change, our life won't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss JB. I've spent most of my adult life in Johor. I've considered myself half Johorean since 1997. Heck, I'm practically Johorean I guess. Its difficult for me to leave the place where I learnt the part and parcel of life, the place where I met my true love, the place where I got my heart broken, the place where I learnt to be independent, the place where my baby girl was borned and definitely the place where I met true friends for life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life must go on. I need to do what I think is the best for myself and my family. I pray everyday that we will be reunited soon enough so that I don't lose my mind missing my darlings terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my baby girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for causing this emotional stress on you. You know that I love you so much it breaks my heart to see you sad. I know that you are such a strong girl. We have to be brave, dear. Both of us have to be brave. InsyaAllah we'll be reunited soon. Be strong, my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my dear hubby: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the supportive husband for me. I know this is also hard on you although you don't show it. We've never been separated from each other for more than 1 week for the past 5 years. I hope you'll get transferred soon and we'll be one smiling happy family again. Just remember that I love you so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is where MY book begins, the rest is still unwritten....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-972227883933472496?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/972227883933472496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=972227883933472496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/972227883933472496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/972227883933472496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/08/embarking-on-new-scary-journey.html' title='Embarking on a new (scary) journey'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7332207953320817837</id><published>2009-08-01T11:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:22:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the journey begins...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari yg separa dinantikan telah tiba...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOznjHU21I/AAAAAAAABz8/4VLdEVkQlvc/s1600-h/DSC02697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOznjHU21I/AAAAAAAABz8/4VLdEVkQlvc/s320/DSC02697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364829073150630738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setelah bertungkus lumus (mentel je), akhirnya berjaya jugak aku menge-pack beg baju+kasut+ubat2+toilettries+torchlight+ubat nyamuk (ni kerja laki aku laaa) aku utk 2 minggu yg akan dtg. Mengalahkan org nak masuk survivor je rasanya. Memula nak pakai beg kecik je. Tapi memandangkan segala mcm kasut sukan, kasut formal, kasut casual, selipar jamban suma nak kena bawak, aku hantam pakai beg besaq sekali yg aku ada..senang sumbat semua dalam satu beg, tak payah nak menjejes2 heret beg plastik ke hapa ke..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOznDeqYtI/AAAAAAAABzs/TxKf99FpAtg/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOznDeqYtI/AAAAAAAABzs/TxKf99FpAtg/s320/DSC02693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364829064658576082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg beg kecik tu beg utk kitorg 3 beranak kat KL sampai Ahad. Bag pack tu untuk segala keperluan cyberku dan charger2 yg patut dan dokumen2 penting...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOznSWkByI/AAAAAAAABz0/MAzWPWWxpCc/s1600-h/DSC02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOznSWkByI/AAAAAAAABz0/MAzWPWWxpCc/s320/DSC02695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364829068651136802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7332207953320817837?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7332207953320817837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7332207953320817837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7332207953320817837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7332207953320817837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-journey-begins.html' title='And the journey begins...'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOznjHU21I/AAAAAAAABz8/4VLdEVkQlvc/s72-c/DSC02697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5763772877485144261</id><published>2009-08-01T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:11:09.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Their bond</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special bond between a father and his daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOxzM2ksbI/AAAAAAAABzc/uG5gfoEgor4/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOxzM2ksbI/AAAAAAAABzc/uG5gfoEgor4/s320/DSC02683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364827074309960114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bapak borek, anak rintik..betul ke? Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOxzpxlSMI/AAAAAAAABzk/4dvk33auOII/s1600-h/DSC02685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOxzpxlSMI/AAAAAAAABzk/4dvk33auOII/s320/DSC02685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364827082073655490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas ni dok elok2 ye daddy and Sara. Jangan gaduh2 tau mommy takde...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5763772877485144261?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5763772877485144261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5763772877485144261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5763772877485144261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5763772877485144261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/08/their-bond.html' title='Their bond'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnOxzM2ksbI/AAAAAAAABzc/uG5gfoEgor4/s72-c/DSC02683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-3731420409780326436</id><published>2009-07-30T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:00:02.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawa Steamboat</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas balik drp rumah adila, daddy ajak pegi dinner terus kat Rawa. Rawa ni tempat favourite kitorang kalau nak makan stimbot. Memang best la dan harga pun berpatutan..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuXLovqGI/AAAAAAAAByk/E2j-Dkbp1eQ/s1600-h/DSC02670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuXLovqGI/AAAAAAAAByk/E2j-Dkbp1eQ/s320/DSC02670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363838131993815138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg aku paling suka kat rawa ni diorg punya hokkien mee. Memang sedap gilosss..Nasik goreng dia pun sedap gak.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuXg2t8VI/AAAAAAAABy0/L5TQ_NTAYQU/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuXg2t8VI/AAAAAAAABy0/L5TQ_NTAYQU/s320/DSC02674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363838137689567570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cakoi goreng ni pun mesti aku order tiap2 kali makan kat sini. Crunchy and fresh. Sedap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuX25QWOI/AAAAAAAABy8/xLfJS_2XIfs/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuX25QWOI/AAAAAAAABy8/xLfJS_2XIfs/s320/DSC02675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363838143605790946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni second time sara makan kat sini. Masa dulu dia tak makan sangat tapi kali ni mmg dekat sepinggan hokkien mee tu dia makan sorang2. Sapa kenal sara mmg tau sangat la kalau noodle + kicap = a very happy girl..hehehehhe..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuYZEtT6I/AAAAAAAABzE/xiItf616sfg/s1600-h/DSC02676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuYZEtT6I/AAAAAAAABzE/xiItf616sfg/s320/DSC02676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363838152780631970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAugh67daI/AAAAAAAABzU/3bucQyPJ4Fo/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAugh67daI/AAAAAAAABzU/3bucQyPJ4Fo/s320/DSC02678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363838292594488738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, thank you so much daddy for the lovely dinner. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuXXyxsHI/AAAAAAAABys/R7lF20OhRag/s1600-h/DSC02672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuXXyxsHI/AAAAAAAABys/R7lF20OhRag/s320/DSC02672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363838135257116786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas ni ntah bila la nak dpt makan kat rawa lagi. Kena cari port stimbot baru kat kl ler gamaknya. Any recommendations?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAugZ_ytHI/AAAAAAAABzM/igZe6KCGK2w/s1600-h/DSC02677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAugZ_ytHI/AAAAAAAABzM/igZe6KCGK2w/s320/DSC02677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363838290467402866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: tengokla anak aku..kesian lak tengok dia tak tukar2 baju skolah dari pagi. kena hayak dengan mak dia merata2 dlm baju skolah..hehehehe&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/7282642246114872265-3731420409780326436?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3731420409780326436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=3731420409780326436&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3731420409780326436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3731420409780326436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/rawa-steamboat.html' title='Rawa Steamboat'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAuXLovqGI/AAAAAAAAByk/E2j-Dkbp1eQ/s72-c/DSC02670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5384161609073315702</id><published>2009-07-30T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:30:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronggeng Heli Potter</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Selasa lepas darling aku ajak aku beronggeng dengan dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorang jumpa kat JB, pegi lunch kat Ina Nasi Padang dan lepas tu terus pegi Leisure Mall sbb nak tgk Harry Potter (or heli potter bak kata sara). Sampai sana je tgk2 show pukul 3 baru ada. Masa tu baru kul 1. Takkan nak melangut 2 jam dalam leisure mall tu kan? lagipun takde apa yg menarik pun kat situ kecuali wayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAsLsD3-TI/AAAAAAAAByM/sZsCJML2ZpI/s1600-h/DSC02666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAsLsD3-TI/AAAAAAAAByM/sZsCJML2ZpI/s320/DSC02666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363835735515855154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas tu kitorg decided utk pegi City Square since ada show kul 2. Aku ni tak tgk semua citer harry potter nih so aku ala2 lost la gak. Tapi yg best tu anak aku la..Mungkin sbb dalam panggung tu sejuk sangat (serious sejuk giler..mengegel2), kejap2 dia ajak gi toilet. Asyik bawak dia gi pee-pee je. Dah tu tak larat nak melayan soalan2 dia. Dahla suara kuat, kejap dok tanya "mana daddy heli potter?", "mommy dia pegi mana?", "kenapa org tu jahat, mommy?" "tu maikel jekson la mommy (sambil tunjuk kat prof. snape)"..jenuh gak la nak menjawab. Tapi nasib baik la dia tak ngaruk. Dia duk main2 buat hal dia ja..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAsMIL_FCI/AAAAAAAAByU/PuxCf819Mgc/s1600-h/DSC02668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAsMIL_FCI/AAAAAAAAByU/PuxCf819Mgc/s320/DSC02668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363835743066068002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tapi ada satu insiden lawak masa dia dok main2 tu. Kat row depan kitorg tu mmg kosong so Sara dok main hulur2 kepala kat situ. Sekali dengar dia jerit. Rupa2nya kepala dia stuck kat celah2 kerusi tuh. Hahahahaha..Nasib baik kejap je jeritan dia. Kalau dia melalak2 mau kena halau keluar kitorg dari situ..hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, memang best lah semalam. Rasa mcm tak puas je beronggeng dgn darlingku itu. Dahla diorg dah nak balik CPH hari sabtu nih. Entah bila la lagi diorg nak balik sini..huhuhuhu..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAsMWq3ukI/AAAAAAAAByc/i5vYHcYYmsU/s1600-h/DSC02669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAsMWq3ukI/AAAAAAAAByc/i5vYHcYYmsU/s320/DSC02669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363835746953706050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will definitely miss you guys..Semoga selamat sampai di CPH nanti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5384161609073315702?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5384161609073315702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5384161609073315702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5384161609073315702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5384161609073315702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/ronggeng-heli-potter.html' title='Ronggeng Heli Potter'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SnAsLsD3-TI/AAAAAAAAByM/sZsCJML2ZpI/s72-c/DSC02666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7540591881123545252</id><published>2009-07-29T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:30:00.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new pair of "eyes"</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni rabun. Aku perasan aku rabun sejak aku keje kat Pasir Gudang dolu2. Masa tu keje aku banyak deal dgn chemicals. Lps tu banyak buat lab work. Dan aku mmg tak pakai goggles2 tuh masa keje. So, padan muka aku. Mata aku rosak. Aku rasa sbb tu la kot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ker sebab aku banyak tengok TV? Hahahahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa awal2 rabun dulu power mata aku dlm 100 lebih je. Aku terus buat spek mahal sbb kononnya tak payah buat selalu2 (RM300 mahal la bagi aku kan...). Lepas tu masa aku keje kat Gelang Patah, ada satu insiden di bilik solat menyebabkan spek aku kojol. Aku terpijak spek tuh sampai patah 2. Aku mintak tolong mamat maintenance suh paterikan spek aku tapi takleh. Memang dah takleh diselamatkan dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu laki aku suh buat spek murahan je. Spek kedua aku harga dia RM100 je. Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku ni memang jenis sayang harta aku. Aku akan pakai selagi dia tak rosak. Tak kira la out dated ke apa ke. Even handphone pun mcm tu. Kalau aku cerita sejarah handphone aku lagi la tragis. Aku punya Nokia 5110 pernah jatuh bersepai dari tingkat 3. Aku kutip, cantum dan ON. Hidup balik  (memang Nokia zaman dolu power abesss). Aku pakai sampai habis umor handphone tuh. Bayangkan aku pakai handphone tuh sampai tak nampak nombor kat keypad dan dah takleh nak tekan dah certain2 keypad tuh. Hahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the main story. Aku pakai spek murahan aku tuh sampai calar balar dia punya cermin. Sebab cermin murahan la katakan. Tapi aku tak tukar gak. Sbb aku rasa still ok. And aku suka design frame dia yg funky. Even sampai skrg aku simpan lagi spek tu walaupun dah uzur sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahtu masa kitorg nak pi CPH, daddy suh aku buat spek baru. Maklumla nak pi negara orang kan. Pastu kat Europe bukan leh suka2 pi buat spek je. Banyak procedure nak kena ikut. Dan yang penting, FULUS kena banyak la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are blessed to have friends everywhere. Fortunately kitorg kamceng dgn Jack, an optometrist yg banyak tolong kitorg. Kitorg antara customer dia yg terawal masa dia bukak kedai dulu. Tapi yg lawaknya masa tu kitorg takde buat spek pun dgn dia. Just pegi kedai dia lepak2, buat eye spa mcm tu je. And we did recommend him to our friends who then recommend him to their friends and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, aku decided utk buat spek dgn Jack. Lepas pilih punya pilih, aku end up with my current spek. Harga dia mmg unbeatable lah. For Crizal lenses and Renoma frame, it was a bargain. Aku puas ati betul dgn lens ni sbb mcm mana aku buat mmg tak calar. Tapi spek ni pun dah lama. Dah 3 thn. Dah pernah herot dah sbb daddy terpijak. Tapi aku pegi repair kat Jack dan masih boleh dipakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tu kenapa buat spek baru? Well, memandangkan aku dah nak pindah ke KL, daddy suruh aku buat je a new pair. Lagipun kena ada spare jugak kot2 satu pair rosak ke apa ke kan? Dah org suruh buat, aku menurut perintah je la..hehehehehe. So last weekend aku pegi la buat spek baru. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FvVcJq5I/AAAAAAAABxU/Ex2isUZCNBs/s1600-h/DSC02475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FvVcJq5I/AAAAAAAABxU/Ex2isUZCNBs/s320/DSC02475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363019410779515794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan surprisingly, power aku dah 300 sekarang. Haa puas aku kena bebel sebakul dgn Jack. Dia siap ckp "ni mesti kuat tgk tv ni".. Heheheh..Aku takleh lawan la. Mmg betul pun aku hantu tv. I rest my case....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FvLxoUkI/AAAAAAAABxM/-0kXlvgM98Q/s1600-h/DSC02476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FvLxoUkI/AAAAAAAABxM/-0kXlvgM98Q/s320/DSC02476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363019408185250370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Masa ni Sara dok tolong aku cheat eye test nih. Mesti dia konfius napela mommy dia T dgn Y pun tak tau beza. Hahahahhaha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FvuPn69I/AAAAAAAABxc/n85tm5VRCPM/s1600-h/DSC02478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FvuPn69I/AAAAAAAABxc/n85tm5VRCPM/s320/DSC02478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363019417437858770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FvwgHxPI/AAAAAAAABxk/HnNCQld7ENU/s1600-h/DSC02479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FvwgHxPI/AAAAAAAABxk/HnNCQld7ENU/s320/DSC02479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363019418043925746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan akhirnya hari Ahad haritu aku telah disatukan dgn my new pair of "eyes". Aku suke suke suke. And thanks to Jack for the superb price. Tak lupa jgk to daddy, thank you sooooo muchhhhhhhh for the "farewell" gift. I love you lotsss. Mmuuaahhhhhh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FwOAF-cI/AAAAAAAABxs/Wg0EUJeaCMQ/s1600-h/DSC02652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FwOAF-cI/AAAAAAAABxs/Wg0EUJeaCMQ/s320/DSC02652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363019425962654146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7540591881123545252?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7540591881123545252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7540591881123545252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7540591881123545252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7540591881123545252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-pair-of-eyes.html' title='My new pair of &quot;eyes&quot;'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1FvVcJq5I/AAAAAAAABxU/Ex2isUZCNBs/s72-c/DSC02475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-9207401971016189736</id><published>2009-07-28T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:30:00.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SRK Sports Day</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Maisara ada Sports day kat skul dia. Memula aku dgn daddy dah excited nak pergi jadi pom-pom parents utk anak kitorg. Tapi bila aku kol principal dia, rupa2nya dia buat kat dlm building skul je utk S3 &amp;amp; S4. Jadi dia kata dia tak invite parents sbb nanti takut crowded sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, keciwa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know she had fun that day. Pagi2 lagi dia dah excited dan bersemangat nak pegi skul. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0-5scgppI/AAAAAAAABws/X_8zoANg3mg/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0-5scgppI/AAAAAAAABws/X_8zoANg3mg/s320/DSC02492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363011892172334738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0-5nrg_mI/AAAAAAAABw0/-BC_iZ1L2aM/s1600-h/DSC02495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0-5nrg_mI/AAAAAAAABw0/-BC_iZ1L2aM/s320/DSC02495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363011890893094498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tgkla gambar2 dia tersengih2 sebelum pi skul. My little cute athlete. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0-59Ov0dI/AAAAAAAABw8/UUGS_ZfxXVo/s1600-h/DSC02498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0-59Ov0dI/AAAAAAAABw8/UUGS_ZfxXVo/s320/DSC02498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363011896678011346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maisara dpt second place utk musical chair which shocked me sbb aku tak tau pun dia reti main musical chair. Bila aku tanya mcm mana dia main, dia explain satu2 kena dengar music, pusing2 chairs pastu bila music stop, duduk atas kerusi. Kiranya dia reti la main. Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dia dapat first place utk game tarik apa ntah. Aku tanya gak tapi aku tak paham jawapan dia. Hehehehehe.. Bila balik dari skul mmg nampak dia kepenatan. Tgkla rambut pun dah serabai habih.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0-6f2MseI/AAAAAAAABxE/mA4F1o1mJXg/s1600-h/DSC02500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0-6f2MseI/AAAAAAAABxE/mA4F1o1mJXg/s320/DSC02500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363011905970287074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whatever it is, the most important thing is the spirit. Kalah menang tu tak payah la kira. Budak2 je pun. Semua org dapat medal. Dan yg paling penting, they HAD FUN. Tapi aku frust jugakla sbb principal dia tak buat Sports Day besar-besaran combine dgn SRK yg lain. Fees utk Sports Day ni bayar bukan murah2 tapi nak buat cemana. Can't complaint much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-9207401971016189736?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/9207401971016189736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=9207401971016189736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9207401971016189736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9207401971016189736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/srk-sports-day.html' title='SRK Sports Day'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0-5scgppI/AAAAAAAABws/X_8zoANg3mg/s72-c/DSC02492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-8482064337751724947</id><published>2009-07-27T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:29:40.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saje je nak tayang pasta Simpsons aku beli last week. Masa kuar lunch dgn Yun &amp;amp; Kak Fima kat Pelangi Mall hari Jumaat lepas kitorg pegi ronda kat Cold Storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebetulan pulak stok pasta cik mek kecik tu dah abis. Masa dok belek2 pasta tu terjumpa pasta Simpsons ni. Cute betul. Aku pun rembatla sepeket. Ada yg Scooby Doo gak tapi Sara tak minat..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1I4s0d7cI/AAAAAAAABx0/la6GugpXG-M/s1600-h/DSC02502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1I4s0d7cI/AAAAAAAABx0/la6GugpXG-M/s320/DSC02502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363022870209228226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Semua ahli keluarga pakcik homer ada dalam plastik pasta tuh. Hahahahaha..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1I4-6lvNI/AAAAAAAABx8/_--lPNhkM6s/s1600-h/DSC02663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1I4-6lvNI/AAAAAAAABx8/_--lPNhkM6s/s320/DSC02663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363022875066744018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni yg dah dimasak. A hearty bowl of Simpsons pasta soup with chicken sausages. Ahakzzz..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1I5GBR9TI/AAAAAAAAByE/iW90xBSErQg/s1600-h/DSC02664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1I5GBR9TI/AAAAAAAAByE/iW90xBSErQg/s320/DSC02664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363022876973856050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-8482064337751724947?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8482064337751724947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=8482064337751724947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8482064337751724947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8482064337751724947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/pasta.html' title='Pasta'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm1I4s0d7cI/AAAAAAAABx0/la6GugpXG-M/s72-c/DSC02502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-9109147804501612981</id><published>2009-07-27T11:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:54:07.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Zoo vs Zoo Negara?</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam kitorg pegi Singapore Zoo. Since last week dah dok plan dgn si kecik tu and she was so excited to go after our "dissapointing" trip to Zoo Negara last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissapointing in what way? Well, lets just say our very own national zoo, that's suppose to be our pride, is in a sad sad state. The animals seemed sad. They didn't look happy at all. Their place to live is not well maintained. The elephants were seen eating dry tree branches instead of fresh fruits like banana, apples or papaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are the pics of the elephant show at Singapore Zoo. One of the numerous shows they have.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0m0N6GKLI/AAAAAAAABv8/Bb364VV_cWU/s1600-h/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0m0N6GKLI/AAAAAAAABv8/Bb364VV_cWU/s320/DSC02604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985409796516018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0oWfWqFQI/AAAAAAAABwU/uhML0WbiAlM/s1600-h/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0oWfWqFQI/AAAAAAAABwU/uhML0WbiAlM/s320/DSC02615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987098106893570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the show at Zoo Negara. The ONE and ONLY show they have. See my point here? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0i3ZG5UlI/AAAAAAAABvM/JP7GcjI18wc/s1600-h/DSC02366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0i3ZG5UlI/AAAAAAAABvM/JP7GcjI18wc/s320/DSC02366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362981066296087122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the management of Zoo Negara should step up to the plate and act fast. Its ashamed to have to compare our own zoo with our neighbour's. The marketing team should start doing their work vigorously looking for sponsors and donations. Maybe the government can chip in as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't know what they are doing exactly. They might be working their ass off to maintain the zoo but I think they need to work harder seeing the dying state of the zoo. We even need to buy the map after we paid for the entrance fee. Selalunya map kan dibagi free sekali dgn tiket? See how pathetic our zoo is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah dah. Enough whining. Hehehe.. Lets go the the best part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance fee was SGD18 (Zoo Negara = RM15) which I think is worth it. We also bought the tram and boat tix for SGD5 each. The tram ride is unlimited (Zoo Negara tram = RM3 per ride).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Kidsworld area where kids can have fun (obviously!!). They also have a wet play area a'la theme park (tiny one, that is), poney rides, carousel, horse carriage rides and play area for older kids. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0pd1sxbJI/AAAAAAAABwk/gUbpacD8oo8/s1600-h/DSC02595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0pd1sxbJI/AAAAAAAABwk/gUbpacD8oo8/s320/DSC02595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988323875941522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring Sara's swimming suit and fortunately she didn't want to go into the wet play area. When we arrived at the Kidsworld after our serene boat ride, her eyes were planted on the poney ride section. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0i4kBfQDI/AAAAAAAABvs/7JTYKx6dY6Y/s1600-h/DSC02560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0i4kBfQDI/AAAAAAAABvs/7JTYKx6dY6Y/s320/DSC02560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362981086406066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so dissapointed when we went to Zoo Negara because on the map (and on the website as well) they said they have a poney ride session but sadly it was cancelled (agaknya poney tu mati kebuluran kot..). So we let her redeem her disappointment here by riding Bella, the cute little poney for SGD6 per ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0mzxKLZGI/AAAAAAAABv0/QWIxKBcs_Zk/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0mzxKLZGI/AAAAAAAABv0/QWIxKBcs_Zk/s320/DSC02568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985402079339618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole day at the Zoo, exploring every sides and corners they have. If we feel tired, we just hop on one of the trams to our next station and start our journey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not forgetting the white tiger, the one who ate a zoo worker from Sarawak a few months back. Cantik betul tiger nih..ada 2 ekoq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0oWpd3gmI/AAAAAAAABwc/YGThVQ8n7T8/s1600-h/DSC02617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0oWpd3gmI/AAAAAAAABwc/YGThVQ8n7T8/s320/DSC02617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362987100821488226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for our tummy needs, no need to worry coz the restaurants inside the zoo provide halal foods. They have Ah Meng restaurants and KFC which are certified HALAL by MUIS. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0m0n3eZZI/AAAAAAAABwE/HzyQKrFuZBU/s1600-h/DSC02627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0m0n3eZZI/AAAAAAAABwE/HzyQKrFuZBU/s320/DSC02627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985416764843410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0m00KXeRI/AAAAAAAABwM/sc3NSoXcmjI/s1600-h/DSC02631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0m00KXeRI/AAAAAAAABwM/sc3NSoXcmjI/s320/DSC02631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985420065306898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dah la tu. Nak pi masak utk anak dara ku pulak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload more photos in my FB later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**** updated ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here's the link to the photos in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/editphoto.php?aid=2028459#/album.php?aid=2028459&amp;amp;id=1093127594&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;FB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-9109147804501612981?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/9109147804501612981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=9109147804501612981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9109147804501612981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9109147804501612981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/singapore-zoo-vs-zoo-negara.html' title='Singapore Zoo vs Zoo Negara?'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sm0m0N6GKLI/AAAAAAAABv8/Bb364VV_cWU/s72-c/DSC02604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1872918235534994556</id><published>2009-07-17T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:03:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hartaku...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya..aku di"temukan" dgn bingkisan kirimanku dari bumi Denmark..hehehehe. Memang ku nanti2kan "benda" nih. Patutnya end of this year dah boleh pakai. Tapi memandangkan dah ditakdirkan bukan rezeki kami nak menimang adik utk Sara hujung tahun nie, terpaksa la simpan dulu. Ala, bukan basi pun simpan lama2 ye tak? hehehehe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SmB1RXqeqPI/AAAAAAAABu0/0llwMpWP2nk/s1600-h/DSC02459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SmB1RXqeqPI/AAAAAAAABu0/0llwMpWP2nk/s320/DSC02459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359412497841301746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg ni pulak kirimanku dari bumi Amerika. Aku suke suke sukeeeeee.. Kasut tu comel giler. Sara pun suke kasut2 dia esp yg pink tuh. Tenkiu Mommy Dila for the lovely shoes. Yg ko kasik tu yg dia tak nyempat2 nak pakai. Aku kena sorok dlm almari lepas ni. Kang tak sempat raya dah lunyai kasut tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SmB1RH6kunI/AAAAAAAABus/Y2LfCCW54PQ/s1600-h/DSC02457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SmB1RH6kunI/AAAAAAAABus/Y2LfCCW54PQ/s320/DSC02457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359412493613841010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haa yang ni pulak sebenarnya kiriman adikku. Tapi memandangkan dia dah beli yg baru, aku rembat je lah kat aku. Hahahahaha. Aku suka gak yg nie. Sara pun SUKA gak. Dia ingat henbeg dia agaknye.. dah siap masukkan segala barang2 dia dlm wristlet nih. Last2 aku sorok kat celah2 baju aku dlm almari. Boleh? Hahahahahahahha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SmB1RjzCsXI/AAAAAAAABu8/ru10s24t9RA/s1600-h/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SmB1RjzCsXI/AAAAAAAABu8/ru10s24t9RA/s320/DSC02462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359412501098443122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you sooooo much darling sbb sudi melayan permintaan kawanmu ini. Jasamu ku kenang sampai mati tau....Mmmuahh mmmuuaahhhh. And thanks soo much for the goodies. Aku paling suke magnet san antonio tuh. Cuteeeeee!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SmB1RxChCRI/AAAAAAAABvE/vEK_pWfYDOo/s1600-h/DSC02469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SmB1RxChCRI/AAAAAAAABvE/vEK_pWfYDOo/s320/DSC02469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359412504653007122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1872918235534994556?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1872918235534994556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1872918235534994556&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1872918235534994556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1872918235534994556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/hartaku.html' title='Hartaku...'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SmB1RXqeqPI/AAAAAAAABu0/0llwMpWP2nk/s72-c/DSC02459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5449630405810009710</id><published>2009-07-16T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:17:58.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damai...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah berminggu2. Asyik selisih haluan je. Akhirnya berjaya juga aku bertemu dgn darlingku tersayang hari Isnin lepas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sl7hGDNaewI/AAAAAAAABuM/j84hqJZiYnc/s1600-h/DSC02448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sl7hGDNaewI/AAAAAAAABuM/j84hqJZiYnc/s320/DSC02448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358968100674501378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitorg jumpa dah lambat, kul 9 lebih sbb daddy busy haritu. In fact, sepanjang minggu ni daddy bizi. Hari2 balik tengah malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sl7hGZlIn5I/AAAAAAAABuU/jYWu5PDH63A/s1600-h/DSC02449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sl7hGZlIn5I/AAAAAAAABuU/jYWu5PDH63A/s320/DSC02449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358968106679574418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, kitorg pegi dinner kat Damai Seafood. Memandangkan dah malam, budak2 semua dah pass out dalam kereta. So, kitorg cari table yg dekat dgn parking dan budak2 tinggal je dlm tu. Dok luar pun buat susah mak ayah nak borak dan makan je kan..hehehehe..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sl7hG33ai1I/AAAAAAAABuc/BHpv7y_HD2o/s1600-h/DSC02451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sl7hG33ai1I/AAAAAAAABuc/BHpv7y_HD2o/s320/DSC02451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358968114809310034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walaupun perjumpaan kami sekejap je, tak sampai 2 jam pun tapi sempatla jugak melepaskan rindu. Esp utk En NazMi dan En NazRi.. Aku and Adila ada plan lain nanti. Boleh sekali celebrate perpindahan aku ke KL..ececehhhh..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sl7hG2jyozI/AAAAAAAABuk/eNClXn8vWqk/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sl7hG2jyozI/AAAAAAAABuk/eNClXn8vWqk/s320/DSC02454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358968114458567474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Gosh..I look so ketot...&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/7282642246114872265-5449630405810009710?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5449630405810009710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5449630405810009710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5449630405810009710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5449630405810009710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/damai.html' title='Damai...'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sl7hGDNaewI/AAAAAAAABuM/j84hqJZiYnc/s72-c/DSC02448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-4108746309965877027</id><published>2009-07-14T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:11:57.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara &amp; Nabil</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa mak mak dan bapak bapak sibuk melenguhkan tangan membaling bola bowling tuh, anak aku pun "sibuk" gak..Mana taknye, ramai kawan. Dah tu, dia sorang je "bunga", yg lain suma "kumbang" tapi dia pedulik hape. Janji hepi. Ye tak?? Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada this particular boy yg dia close with on that day. Nama dia Nabil, anak Nurul yg segrup dgn kitorg. Memula tu si Sara dgn Nabil asyik2 le ikut bontot kitorg masa nak baling bola. Takutla kan terkena bola kat muka ke, naya. Bukan ringan2 lak tuh bola2nye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku nak tunjuk gelagat2 diorg berdua hari tu...Memang melekat je budak berdua nih.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxY0PBJCcI/AAAAAAAABtM/-soXlywi42Y/s1600-h/DSC02424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxY0PBJCcI/AAAAAAAABtM/-soXlywi42Y/s320/DSC02424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358255311071807938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxY0WiTFvI/AAAAAAAABtc/vNVpdBuHMBM/s1600-h/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxY0WiTFvI/AAAAAAAABtc/vNVpdBuHMBM/s320/DSC02432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358255313089926898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxY0tkGBAI/AAAAAAAABtk/UHCexZEBIhs/s1600-h/DSC02436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxY0tkGBAI/AAAAAAAABtk/UHCexZEBIhs/s320/DSC02436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358255319271474178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg paling tak tahan masa makan eskrim tu lah. Duduk berdua2an mcm berdating. Bukan takat makan je tau. Diorg berborak sesama sendiri. Apa yg diborakkan pun taktau la. Tapi siap ketawa2, giggle2, mcm couple tgh berdating gitu..hahahahahah...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxY0e0xW9I/AAAAAAAABtU/O1H-j-czYgQ/s1600-h/DSC02428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxY0e0xW9I/AAAAAAAABtU/O1H-j-czYgQ/s320/DSC02428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358255315314891730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so happy that day. Berlari sana, berlari sini.. Does this means she needs a sibling? Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-4108746309965877027?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4108746309965877027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=4108746309965877027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4108746309965877027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4108746309965877027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/sara-nabil.html' title='Sara &amp; Nabil'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxY0PBJCcI/AAAAAAAABtM/-soXlywi42Y/s72-c/DSC02424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-9160178214485986752</id><published>2009-07-14T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:51:38.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhhh..lama gila aku tak update blog ni. Emosi tak berapa nak stabil semenjak dua menjak nie. Bukan sebab benda yg menyedihkan, benda ni menggembirakan dan memang ditunggu2 tapi biasalah..semua benda kena pengorbanan. Pengorbanan tu yang tak sanggup nak difikirkan walaupun terpaksa ditempuhi. Nantilah aku cerita pasal tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hari Ahad lepas daddy ada bowling tournament kat Leisure Mall. Memandangkan kitorg tak ke mana2 hari Sabtu tu, kitorg pun decide nak pegi awal layan Ice Age 3 dulu sebelum daddy lawan bowling. Best lah Ice Age nie..aku suka. Sara pun suka. Dok gelak mengekek2..hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas habis tgk wayang, kitorg pegi solat dan terus ke bowling area tu (dalam satu mall je pun). Ekceli daddy sorang je patutnya lawan. Aku dgn Sara hanya selaku pemerhati dan pom pom girls je. Tapi tiba2 organizer dtg approach daddy suh aku main jugak sbb tak cukup bowler. Ada yg tidak memunculkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxS74o9k5I/AAAAAAAABsM/AOIwM9xupZk/s1600-h/DSC02399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxS74o9k5I/AAAAAAAABsM/AOIwM9xupZk/s320/DSC02399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358248845434000274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memula aku mcm malu2 kambing gak le nak main. Al-maklumlakan, aku ni mmg terkenal sebagai "ratu longkang". Tapi apa salahnye kan, main free..hahahahah. Dan dah lama aku tak main bowling pun. Diorg groupkan kitorg satu group dgn Nurul and her hubby. Aku secretly namakan grup kami grup "bidan terjun". Ahakzzz...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxS8P0R6sI/AAAAAAAABsU/bNqIrA4LFNs/s1600-h/DSC02422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxS8P0R6sI/AAAAAAAABsU/bNqIrA4LFNs/s320/DSC02422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358248851655486146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our grup dapat no 4 out of brp grup ntah. Kira ok la kan.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxTbJNjqRI/AAAAAAAABs0/0gLGjUQ-y9w/s1600-h/DSC02431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxTbJNjqRI/AAAAAAAABs0/0gLGjUQ-y9w/s320/DSC02431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358249382458403090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy pulak dapat 2nd place individual men. Dapat voucher jusco 50 hengget..bolehla buat beli apa2 yg patut..hehehe. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxTbaX8jII/AAAAAAAABs8/4oKTfY5_IDg/s1600-h/DSC02441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxTbaX8jII/AAAAAAAABs8/4oKTfY5_IDg/s320/DSC02441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358249387065379970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy mmg terer main bowling. Siap ada custom made shoes dgn bola. Takpe, lepas ni daddy train betul2, next tournament kasik dpt nombor satu. Banyak sket voucher. Hahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxS8qHpbWI/AAAAAAAABsc/UdFFKa5K4jk/s1600-h/DSC02404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxS8qHpbWI/AAAAAAAABsc/UdFFKa5K4jk/s320/DSC02404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358248858716040546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku pulak mcm biasa la..so-so je. Tapi masa second frame baru pick up sket. Takde masuk longkang sangat. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxS9JWoJMI/AAAAAAAABss/XNfH8LJai3s/s1600-h/DSC02417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxS9JWoJMI/AAAAAAAABss/XNfH8LJai3s/s320/DSC02417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358248867100370114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxTbuvvtqI/AAAAAAAABtE/5FCNg0PKt0o/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxTbuvvtqI/AAAAAAAABtE/5FCNg0PKt0o/s320/DSC02445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358249392533911202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tapi mmg best lah. At least it took my mind off the things that have been bugging me lately. Maisara pun had fun playing with her friends. A nice weekend indeed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-9160178214485986752?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/9160178214485986752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=9160178214485986752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9160178214485986752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9160178214485986752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SlxS74o9k5I/AAAAAAAABsM/AOIwM9xupZk/s72-c/DSC02399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-4493728757996008316</id><published>2009-07-01T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:42:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuhuuuuu</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halu..lama betul aku tak mengomel kat sini. Seperti dimaklumkan sebelum ni, kitorg pergi melepak kat KL minggu lepas. Kebetulan daddy ada meeting kat sana, aku pun apa lagi ambik kesempatan lah mengekor. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting daddy hari khamis dan jumaat. Kebetulan pulak isnin tu public hol kat johor. sambung la  cuti. kesian kat cik mek tuh. selalu pegi KL kelam kabut je. Hari ni pegi, esok balik. Kali ni memang niat nak relax dan bawak dia jalan2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku menyambung dogengan aku, nikmatilah gambar2 jerebu ni. hahahaha. Semua ni kat kawasan dekat2 Pagoh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sks9W2S5pnI/AAAAAAAABrs/5MK4wU5k0ts/s1600-h/DSC02202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sks9W2S5pnI/AAAAAAAABrs/5MK4wU5k0ts/s320/DSC02202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353440044801173106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sks9XWupyDI/AAAAAAAABr0/3ttER_MTWRE/s1600-h/DSC02204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sks9XWupyDI/AAAAAAAABr0/3ttER_MTWRE/s320/DSC02204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353440053507508274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sks9XmWvSiI/AAAAAAAABr8/y3BtN6aIdeM/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sks9XmWvSiI/AAAAAAAABr8/y3BtN6aIdeM/s320/DSC02205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353440057702173218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-4493728757996008316?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4493728757996008316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=4493728757996008316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4493728757996008316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4493728757996008316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/07/yuhuuuuu.html' title='Yuhuuuuu'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sks9W2S5pnI/AAAAAAAABrs/5MK4wU5k0ts/s72-c/DSC02202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-6960517833597895121</id><published>2009-06-24T15:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:51:18.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report a.k.a Report Card</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week SRK's principle called me to go and collect Maisara's 1st EVER Progress Report and also her exam papers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHZDyAj01I/AAAAAAAABrM/nHUqVi9lA3c/s1600-h/DSC02166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHZDyAj01I/AAAAAAAABrM/nHUqVi9lA3c/s320/DSC02166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350796491279815506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With no expectations what-so-ever I was shocked hearing the principle keep on saying VERY GOOD things about her. Don't get me wrong here. I'm not one of the moms who are obsessed about the grades, the ability to read, count, etc. Our MAIN REASON sending her to SRK was and is to let her mingle and socialize with DIFFERENT RACES of people. Make friends with the chinese and indians and malays. I don't want her to be brought up thinking that there's only MALAY in her circle of friends and worst still, in her country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHZELlkOFI/AAAAAAAABrU/Z472acZT7XY/s1600-h/DSC02167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHZELlkOFI/AAAAAAAABrU/Z472acZT7XY/s320/DSC02167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350796498145917010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, when she made some other achievements, I can't help it but feeling SO proud of my baby girl. The principle told me that Maisara is one of the brightest 3 yo kid she's ever worked with (bayangkanla betapa kembangnya aku, nak kernyeh sampai tak cukup mulut...hahaha). She's even in-par with her 4 yo classmates.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHZEfFIseI/AAAAAAAABrc/muQ2yulgIK0/s1600-h/DSC02168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHZEfFIseI/AAAAAAAABrc/muQ2yulgIK0/s320/DSC02168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350796503378604514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHZErQndII/AAAAAAAABrk/j9v8hPQnjNk/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHZErQndII/AAAAAAAABrk/j9v8hPQnjNk/s320/DSC02171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350796506647983234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her motor skill is very good and her social skill is tremendously improving. When she first went to SRK, I was worried about her social skill. She didn't really know how to act and react to certain situations such as greeting her teachers/friends, saying sorry for something that she did wrong, etc. But now with the help of those dedicated teachers, she's improving A LOT. And she has good manners too, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principle showed me her exam results. She got all 100s for 3 subjects which is VERY GOOD according to her teacher. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXR4bzgjI/AAAAAAAABrE/N-VhPQyWPag/s1600-h/DSC02165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXR4bzgjI/AAAAAAAABrE/N-VhPQyWPag/s320/DSC02165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350794534499615282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXRpjIfII/AAAAAAAABq8/M91W0WBvt8o/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXRpjIfII/AAAAAAAABq8/M91W0WBvt8o/s320/DSC02164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350794530503818370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXRNNE4FI/AAAAAAAABqk/E6YkRXs074E/s1600-h/DSC02159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXRNNE4FI/AAAAAAAABqk/E6YkRXs074E/s320/DSC02159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350794522895114322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also told me that Maisara did one of the tasks by herself. It specified in the exam paper that the teacher will guide the student to draw "ticks" at the box pointed by the student. But Maisara requested to do it herself and she did a pretty good job with some "senget-senget" ticks here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXRVgzytI/AAAAAAAABqs/EXtu8YJ_Gmc/s1600-h/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXRVgzytI/AAAAAAAABqs/EXtu8YJ_Gmc/s320/DSC02162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350794525125364434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXRSUfObI/AAAAAAAABq0/pZyRZ-0PqlM/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHXRSUfObI/AAAAAAAABq0/pZyRZ-0PqlM/s320/DSC02163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350794524268378546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That day I went home with flowers in my heart. I know for sure now that sending her to SRK as early as 2+ yo was a very wise decision. It worth every penny of daddy's money (hehe, saja nak bodek daddy sket..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be in KL from tomorrow until Monday. I'll update as and when I can but please keep on visiting, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Maisara needs to achieve another milestone on 1st of July. What is it? TUNGGUUUUU&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/7282642246114872265-6960517833597895121?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6960517833597895121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=6960517833597895121&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6960517833597895121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6960517833597895121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/progress-report-aka-report-card.html' title='Progress Report a.k.a Report Card'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SkHZDyAj01I/AAAAAAAABrM/nHUqVi9lA3c/s72-c/DSC02166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1172988532156077398</id><published>2009-06-22T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:21:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hepi Maners Day (Again?!)</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Saja je kasi gempak. Sebenarnya Maisara la dok wish daddy happy maners day. Sian kat daddy kan. Dia tak reti sebut hepi fathers day. Ke dia rasa mcm sama je kot. Konfius anak aku. Patutnya aku ajar dia sebut hepi daddies day la kot. Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kitorg tak celebrate pun. Lepak2 kat rumah rehat2 je. Maisara buat neck-tie ni kat skul (psst.mommy punya lagi lawa..hahahahha). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sj8g4Uzo6VI/AAAAAAAABp8/Z8JNsZd4-No/s1600-h/DSC02197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sj8g4Uzo6VI/AAAAAAAABp8/Z8JNsZd4-No/s320/DSC02197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350031034369501522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sj8g4Yd1HWI/AAAAAAAABqE/cGuOYduSzmw/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sj8g4Yd1HWI/AAAAAAAABqE/cGuOYduSzmw/s320/DSC02198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350031035351768418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Masa dia bagi kat daddy, senyum lebar daddy tgk hasil kerja anak dia ni. Daddy nak letak kat ofis dia tak bagi. Dia cakap yg ni dia punya. Hahah. Sama la mcm yg aku punya dulu pun dia yg simpan. Sekali lagi, masih konfius anak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanna take this opportunity to wish all daddies in the world a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And also to my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Jasa ayah dan ibu sama berharganya untuk kita... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sj8g3xuKvlI/AAAAAAAABp0/XDcdfMpK8EU/s1600-h/DSC02189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sj8g3xuKvlI/AAAAAAAABp0/XDcdfMpK8EU/s320/DSC02189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350031024951311954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: I miss my papa so much..&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/7282642246114872265-1172988532156077398?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1172988532156077398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1172988532156077398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1172988532156077398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1172988532156077398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/hepi-maners-day-again.html' title='Hepi Maners Day (Again?!)'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sj8g4Uzo6VI/AAAAAAAABp8/Z8JNsZd4-No/s72-c/DSC02197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-3654758287677621626</id><published>2009-06-19T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:39:49.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our debacle with Majlis Perbandaran Sepang</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal bulan haritu Suzie aku telah ditarik. Suzie di-park oleh daddy kat depan bangunan Prima 8 kat Cyberjaya. Kat depan bangunan tu sebenarnya boleh parking tapi daddy tak perasan yg BUKAN SEMUA line tu boleh parking. Hanya yg ada kotak sahaja. Dan memandangkan dia dah lambat utk meeting dia jadi dia tak perasan yg kotak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam panas lit-lit tu aku dan SIL pergi ambik daddy kat depan bangunan tu (nasib baik SIL aku kerja dekat2 situ je) dan bawak kami ke ofis Majlis Perbandaran Sepang (MPS). Daddy pun pergila berurusan kat situ dan kami dok la doa2 supaya tak mahal sangat saman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas setengah jam, daddy keluar utk ambil kereta. Nak tau brp kami kena saman? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM270&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Itu pun selepas RM30 diskaun. Pegawai tu cakap dia boleh bagi diskaun rm30 je sebab&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "bos saya takde"&lt;/span&gt;. Dan disebabkan kami kena balik ke JB secepat mungkin, tak sempatlah nak berkampung kat situ menunggu "bos" dia memunculkan diri di situ.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjuN2d7EuCI/AAAAAAAABpM/mSJxvs9Q3hc/s1600-h/DSC02080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjuN2d7EuCI/AAAAAAAABpM/mSJxvs9Q3hc/s320/DSC02080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349024949317449762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam masa tu juga kami dapat lihat beberapa kereta ditarik. Kebanyakannya mempunyai no. pendaftaran selain KL. Dah mcm ala2 "towing spree" dah haritu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku tgk balik caj cc daddy, pecahan saman dia adalah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; rm50&lt;/span&gt; utk saman parking, dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;rm220 &lt;/span&gt;utk kos tarik. Hangen tak? Bukannya kereta tu dipark di depan pili bomba atau pun menghadang jalan. Kereta tu takde menyusahkan org lain pun kecuali MPS yg gatal dan tamak nak kutip duit. Lagipun dekat kawasan tu takde pun papan tanda tulis kawasan towing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang tgkla, kalau line mcm ni apa maksud dia? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjuN2wNnbbI/AAAAAAAABpc/5JrvY4QtgAM/s1600-h/DSC02086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjuN2wNnbbI/AAAAAAAABpc/5JrvY4QtgAM/s320/DSC02086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349024954227060146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setahu aku, line macam ni barulah maksud dia no parking. Ni kat depan ofis daddy. Melambak kereta parking kat sini tapi takde kena tarik pun. Habis2 pun polis trafik datang saman je. Itu aku paham la sbb salah parking kan. Tapi bila dia pegi tarik tu dan kitorg kena bayar kos tarik tu yg aku hangen..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjuN3MQvHlI/AAAAAAAABpk/1bG4fhvl2uQ/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjuN3MQvHlI/AAAAAAAABpk/1bG4fhvl2uQ/s320/DSC02188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349024961756339794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jadi, bila balik JB aku pun hantar lah email kat MPS. Ni copy dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kepada sesiapa yg berkenaan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam (1 Jun 2009), saya dan suami ke Cyberjaya atas urusan rasmi. Kami tinggal di Johor Bahru dan ini merupakan kali pertama kami ke Cyberjaya. Suami saya mempunyai urusan rasmi di bangunan Prima 8 dan dia telah meletakkan keretanya di Jalan Teknokrat. Tanpa diduga, selesai sahaja urusan dia di situ, kereta kami telah tiada di jalan tersebut dan berdasarkan maklumat drp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; pengawal keselamatan di bangunan itu mengatakan bahawa kereta kami telah ditarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sini saya ada beberapa pertanyaan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mengapakah garisan kuning di kawasan cyberjaya terletak berjauhan dan tidak berdekatan seperti di tempat-tempat lain? Jika garisan kuning yang berdekatan memang kami fahami bahawa maksudnya adalah dilarang meletakkan kenderaan. Apakah fungsi garisan kuning yg mempunyai jarak sebesar sebiji kereta? Saya mempunyai foto tempat tersebut sebagai bukti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kenapakah TIADA papan tanda mengatakan bahawa tempa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;t itu dilarang parking dan kenderaan yg salah meletakkan kenderaannya di situ akan ditarik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kenapakah kereta saya ditarik juga sedangkan ia tidak MENGHALANG LALUAN kenderaan lain dan juga tidak menghalang pili bomba? Tidak memadaikah jika pihak MPS hanya mengeluarkan saman tanpa perlu menarik kereta saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Saya perlu membayar RM270 untuk mengambil kereta saya semula. Suami saya cuba untuk membuat rayuan dengan mengatakan bahawa ini kali pertama kami di sini dan kami tidak tahu menahu tentang perkara ini dan pegawai bertugas hanya memberikan RM30 sebagai diskaun. Disebabkan kami perlu pulang ke Johor Bahru pada hari itu juga, maka tiada pilihan kami terpaksa membayar kos saman dan kos menarik kereta. Ini adalah suatu tindakan yang tidak berperikemanusia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;an untuk kesalahan sekecil ini. RM50 untuk saman dan RM220 untuk kos menarik kereta! Saya beranggapan ini merupakan satu perniagaan yang sangat menguntungkan pihak MPS dan menganiaya rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya inginkan penjelasan daripada pihak tuan. Jika saya tidak menerima penjelasan daripada pihak tuan dalam masa 3 HARI BEKERJA, saya akan membawa perkara ini ke Biro Aduan Pengguna dan juga ke pihak Media Massa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima Kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas 2 hari, ini jawapan MPS&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Puan Harni Safarina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terima kasih di atas email Puan yang bertarikh 2 Jun  2009.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Terlebih dahulu, pihak Majlis ingin merakamkan ucapan terima kasih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepada pihak puan di atas keprihatinan pihak puan untuk mengetahui dengan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lebih lanjut berkenaan isu penundaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n kereta ini.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.     Bagi menjawab pertanyaan puan di perenggan 2 email puan, puan sedia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maklum bahawa tiada sebarang kenderaan boleh diletakkan di garisan kuning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hasil daripada siasatan Majlis, adalah didapati bahawa selain daripada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenderaan puan yang diparkir bertentangan dengan arus kenderaan, kenderaan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puan juga telah mengambil ¼ daripada petak no.10 di petak letak kereta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bayar dan peraga tersebut. Oleh itu, tindakan pihak Majlis menunda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenderaan tersebut adalah selaras dengan undang-undang yang digunapakai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oleh Majlis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.    Bagi menjawab pertanyaan pihak puan di perenggan 3 email puan, untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makluman pihak puan, berdasarkan undang-undang yang digunapakai oleh  pihak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majlis, pihak Majlis mempunyai kuasa untuk terus menunda kenderaan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tersebut. Kesalahan yang telah dilakukan oleh pihak puan adalah di bawah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undang-Undang Kecil 8(1), Undan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g-Undang Kecil Taman (Majlis Perbandaran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sepang) 2005 (selepas ini dirujuk sebagai ”Undang-Undang Kecil tersebut”)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di mana pihak puan tidak boleh meletakkan kenderaan di mana-mana tempat di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dalam mana-mana taman di tempat kecuali ditempat yang dibenarkan oleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majlis bagi meletak kenderaan bermotor.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Untuk makluman puan, definisi ”taman” sepertimana yang diperuntukkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dalam undang-undang kecil tersebut termasuklah mana-mana kawasan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perumahan, taman bunga, kawasan lapang, siar kaki, tasik, lorong basikal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taman rekreasi atau hiburan atau padang permainan, bulatan lalu lintas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;batasan tengah sepanjang jalan, sisian jalan, rizab jalan, sungai, anak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sungai, tebing sungai atau sebarang tanah lain yang diselenggara  oleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majlis”. Oleh kerana kenderaan puan telah diletakkan di tempat yang tidak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dibenarkan oleh Majlis untuk meletak kenderaan, puan telah dikenakan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kompaun di bawah Undang-Undang Kecil 8(1) Undang-Undang Kecil tersebut.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akibat daripada kesalahan tersebut, Majlis boleh melakukan tindakan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seterusnya dengan mengalih (menun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da) kenderaan tersebut di bawah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undang-Undang Kecil 12(1) Undang-Undang Kecil tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Bagi menjawab pertanyaan pihak puan berhubung kos penundaan yang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dikenakan oleh Majlis, untuk makluman pihak puan, sebelum Majlis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengenakan kos penundaan ini, pihak Majlis telah mengambil kira kos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penundaan yang dikenakan oleh PBT yang lain contohnya daripada MPAJ, MBPJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan MPSelayang. Hasil pemerhatian tersebut, adalah didapati bahawa pihak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majlis mengenakan kos penundaan yang paling rendah jika dibandingkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan kos penundaan yang dikenakan oleh ketiga-tiga PBT  tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Semoga penjelasan ke atas perkara ini diharap akan membantu pih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ak puan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dalam memahami prosedur penundaan yang dilakukan oleh pihak Majlis ini.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ZUXXXXXEN &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LEGAL OFFICER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEPANG MUNICIPAL COUNCIL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih tak puas hati. Aku reply balik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puan Zuxxxxxen,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terima kasih atas respon puan berhubung perkara ini.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi bagaimana puan boleh katakan yg kereta saya telah mengambil 1/4 daripada petak no.10 sedangkan saya tidak dedahkan atas nama siapa saman dikeluarkan dan apakah nombor pendaftaran kereta saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya lihat pada hari tersebut pihak towing MPS seperti menjalankan "towing spree" kerana ada beberapa kereta yg mempunyai nombor pendaftaran luar (saya anggap mereka bukan warga/pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nduduk cyberjaya) telah juga ditunda. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berkenaan dgn garisan kuning. Garisan untuk petak meletak kenderaan juga berwarna KUNING, begitu juga dengan garisan "zebra crossing" dan tiada arahan atau papan tanda yg jelas menunjukkan bahawa jika salah meletak kenderaan kereta anda akan ditunda di kawasan tersebut. Ini adalah satu tindakan yang tidak wajar terutama utk kami yg bukan penduduk cyberjaya yg jelas mempunyai sistem penandaan jalan yg sangat berbeza. Ini kerana menurut pemahaman saya, jikalau garisan kuning tersebut berdekatan (2 garisan kuning yang berdekatan) itu menandakan tidak dibenarkan meletak kenderaan di situ. Dan bukan 2 garisan kuning yg memang cukup-cukup untuk meletakkan kenderaan. Ini seperti memerangkap pengguna untuk MPS mengaut keuntungan lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga perhatikan bahawa terdapat tanda jalan yang berwarna merah jambu di beberapa kawasan di cyberjaya yang tidak pernah saya nampak di tempat lain. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sila berikan kepada saya "link" yg membolehkan saya membaca berkenaan undang2 di PBT Sepang. Saya cuba mencarinya di laman web MPS tapi tidak berjumpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya masih tidak berpuas hati dengan penje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lasan puan dan kenapa MPS tidak boleh memberi sedikit kelonggaran utk kesalahan pertama seperti ini dan lagi pula kami bukan penduduk cyberjaya. Sedangkan pihak PDRM pun akan berikan diskaun utk saman2 kesalahan jalan raya yg jelas lebih serius drp saman meletakkan kenderaan di tempat yang salah. Saya masih merasakan yang kami telah ditipu dan ditindas oleh pihak MPS.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan dia jawab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pn. Harni Safarina,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terima kasih di atas email puan tempoh hari.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Majlis ingin mengambil kesempatan memaklumkan bahawa pihak Majlis tidak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berhasrat untu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;k menganiayai mana-mana orang awam sebaliknya hanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menjalankan tanggungjawab bagi memastikan undang-undang yang sedia ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dipatuhi. Sekiranya garisan kuning tersebut boleh menimbulkan kekeliruan,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pihak Majlis bersedia untuk mengambil tindakan selanjutnya. Gambar-gambar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kejadian mengenai kenderaan puan ada dilampirkan untuk rujukan puan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sewajarnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjuT9EAN9FI/AAAAAAAABps/fi6fZPrAWoE/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjuT9EAN9FI/AAAAAAAABps/fi6fZPrAWoE/s320/Picture+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349031659688555602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.    Sekiranya puan berhasrat untuk mendapatkan undang-undang yang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;digunapakai oleh Majlis, puan boleh mendapatkan senaskah undang-undang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tersebut di Percetakan Nasional Berhad.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku HANTAR lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Ms. Zuxxxxxen,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for your prompt response regarding this matter. I'm sorry for the delay in replying your email.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despite all your explanations, I am still wondering the reason behind the towing of my car and why there is no "Towing Zone" signboard in the area? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secondly, referring to your sentence: Sekiranya garisan kuning tersebut boleh menimbulkan kekeliruan,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pihak Majlis bersedia untuk mengambil tindakan selanjutnya. &gt; what do you mean by "tindakan selanjutnya"? Are you saying that you will re-paint all the roads? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And according to the photos I've attached to you, the first one showed the parking box is too long for a single car. So, was it necessary to tow my car just because it went a bit into the parking box which will have no effect on the other cars?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the second photo, can you enlighten me on the meaning of the pink line near that traffic light?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All in all, I still think MPS didn't have to tow my car and charge me extorbitant fees just for a minor misunderstanding like that. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan dia tak reply. Dah seminggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak puas hati. Tetap tidak puas hati. Kalau korang perasan, ada few benda dia tak jawab soalan aku mcm pasal line tu dan papan tanda towing. pastu sibuk dok explain yg kos tarik dia kira paling murah la antara "kawan-kawan" dia yg lain. Aku tak heran pasal tu. Yang aku heran kenapa dia tow kereta aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Cuba korang bayangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kalau org yg keretanya ditarik tu takde sesiapa (kawan atau sedara) utk tolong bawak dia ke MPS. Mcm mana? Teksi pun tak banyak kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kalau org yg keretanya ditarik tu takde DUIT nak bayar saman. Cash takde, card takde. Macam mana? Kena balik jalan kaki ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Apakah undang2 yg membolehkan sesiapa menarik kenderaan sesiapa sesuka hati? Aku tak pandai undang2 tapi kalau aku fikir logik, kenapa MPS tak boleh saman je kereta yg salah parking? Lainlah kalau kereta tu double park ke, mmg ada signboard kata towing zone ke, park kat pintu masuk jalan ka (tu bukan takat patut towing kereta, tow aje dgn tuan dia skali..), kat depan pili bomba ka, kotak letrik ke...Kalau aku salah, tolong betulkan, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aku tau setiap pbt ada undang2 tersendiri. Tapi undang2 ni mcm nak menganiaya orang. Undang2 nak untung lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Aku tak akan berdiam diri. I'm doing something. I don't care about the money. Yang penting kepuasan diri. Muahahahahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Panjang giler entry aku kali ni. Sorry sebab bahasa melayu surat aku dah makin teruk. Asyik tulis dlm bahasa pasar je. Lepas ni nak tukar stail lah. Tulis dalam bahasa melayu standard pulak. Haha.&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/7282642246114872265-3654758287677621626?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3654758287677621626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=3654758287677621626&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3654758287677621626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3654758287677621626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-debacle-with-majlis-perbandaran.html' title='Our debacle with Majlis Perbandaran Sepang'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjuN2d7EuCI/AAAAAAAABpM/mSJxvs9Q3hc/s72-c/DSC02080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1412650072666926240</id><published>2009-06-17T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:00:25.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB's Next Top Model?</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorg sampai kat kenduri tu kira awal la jugak. Orang tak ramai lagi. Lepas makan semua daddy pun dok la lepak2 borak2 dgn kawan2 dia. Anak aku dah mcm org hilang arah. Serba tak kena. Nak berlari2 kat situ mana boleh. Penuh dgn kerusi meja. Lepas tu org dok lalu lalang bawak nasik la, bawak air la..kang ada yg tertumpah lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebetulan pulak restoran tu dekat kawasan Taman Merdeka ke hapa ntah nama dia. So ada la mcm tasik (kot?) kat situ. Maisara dok ajak aku pi tengok fish. Aku pun layan je la drp dia buat adegan2 yg tak diingini kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malangnya tasik tu air dia sangatlah kotor. Tak menarik pun dan tentulah tak nampak ikan pun. Aku pulak dok belek2 papan tanda map kawasan tu kat situ. Tetiba anak aku mai peluk tiang papan tanda tu sambil cakap "mommy, take photo please!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjhynE5JmCI/AAAAAAAABok/Qb-aqUZ68mM/s1600-h/DSC02129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjhynE5JmCI/AAAAAAAABok/Qb-aqUZ68mM/s320/DSC02129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348150573156374562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahhh..dah dok posing pulak kat situ. Macam2 aksi ada. Mengalahkan model pro pulak. Hahahah. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjhynRsTOsI/AAAAAAAABos/GzRDeEvRuRQ/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjhynRsTOsI/AAAAAAAABos/GzRDeEvRuRQ/s320/DSC02132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348150576592140994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjhynpnCFTI/AAAAAAAABo0/0SsSSzVYzPc/s1600-h/DSC02136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjhynpnCFTI/AAAAAAAABo0/0SsSSzVYzPc/s320/DSC02136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348150583012496690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macam nak buat pole dance pun ada..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sjhyn2KYokI/AAAAAAAABo8/TJd4qEQxuP4/s1600-h/DSC02143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sjhyn2KYokI/AAAAAAAABo8/TJd4qEQxuP4/s320/DSC02143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348150586382000706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku layan je lah mula2 tu. Lepas tu bila dia dah habis idea nak pose mcm mana dia suruh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKU&lt;/span&gt; pulak pose. Korang bayangkanlah..Sambil snap2 dia siap bagi instruction mcm pro photographer tu..suh aku angkat kaki sebelah lah, pusing lah, sengetkan badan sikitlah. Macam2... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sjhyn6NCfBI/AAAAAAAABpE/BQikmzM9BYw/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sjhyn6NCfBI/AAAAAAAABpE/BQikmzM9BYw/s320/DSC02146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348150587466873874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naik malu aku. Dahla tiang papan tanda tu betul2 dekat dgn kawasan pintu gerbang sambut tetamu. Bayangkan tetamu yg mai makan kenduri disajikan dengan "sesi photoshoot" illegal. Hahahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tempek sikit je kat sini. Nak tengok yg lain boleh pi kat &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2025078&amp;amp;id=1093127594&amp;amp;saved#/album.php?aid=2025078&amp;amp;id=1093127594"&gt;FB&lt;/a&gt; aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Ni lah akibatnya kalau mommy suka sgt tgk ANTM. Muahahahaha&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/7282642246114872265-1412650072666926240?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1412650072666926240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1412650072666926240&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1412650072666926240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1412650072666926240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/jbs-next-top-model.html' title='JB&apos;s Next Top Model?'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjhynE5JmCI/AAAAAAAABok/Qb-aqUZ68mM/s72-c/DSC02129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-8512555178326513949</id><published>2009-06-16T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:02:54.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A couch potato weekend</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our Saturday early noon at a kenduri kahwin at a restaurant in JB. It was our first ever kenduri kahwin since we came back to Malaysia. That's why I was quite excited to know what's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; for kenduris nowadays. Hehehe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxHR8cMoI/AAAAAAAABn8/bf3Z8S0c0Vc/s1600-h/DSC02124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxHR8cMoI/AAAAAAAABn8/bf3Z8S0c0Vc/s320/DSC02124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347797083671507586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxH5lLLbI/AAAAAAAABoM/XxsYqEALoLI/s1600-h/DSC02126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxH5lLLbI/AAAAAAAABoM/XxsYqEALoLI/s320/DSC02126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347797094311341490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxHrxmvgI/AAAAAAAABoE/Iz8ylVK4E4o/s1600-h/DSC02125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxHrxmvgI/AAAAAAAABoE/Iz8ylVK4E4o/s320/DSC02125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347797090605383170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the colour of the dais. Sweet and refreshing (alamak, mcm iklan breath mint plak).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxICqiSSI/AAAAAAAABoU/a8VE5-gawzA/s1600-h/DSC02128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxICqiSSI/AAAAAAAABoU/a8VE5-gawzA/s320/DSC02128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347797096749746466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we went home, changed into a more comfy and airy outfits, parked our butts on the sofa in front of the telly for the whole evening watching cartoons. From Peter Pan to Toy Story to Cars to Toy Story 2 on Disney Channel and finally Ice Age 2 on TV2.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxIVNb_SI/AAAAAAAABoc/ElOuWK8rtqQ/s1600-h/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxIVNb_SI/AAAAAAAABoc/ElOuWK8rtqQ/s320/DSC02149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347797101727972642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday, we spent our early morning at Hutan Bandar MPJBT for a light jog and some free aerobic. It was Bollywood theme this week and it was FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned home to another marathon of Disney Channel's cartoon. This time it was A Bug's Life, The Incredibles and Finding Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a NICE way to end the school holiday season...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-8512555178326513949?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8512555178326513949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=8512555178326513949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8512555178326513949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8512555178326513949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/couch-potato-weekend.html' title='A couch potato weekend'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SjcxHR8cMoI/AAAAAAAABn8/bf3Z8S0c0Vc/s72-c/DSC02124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-8506864903396655635</id><published>2009-06-10T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:46:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buku oh Buku</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam aku cerita haritu, hari Sabtu lepas masa nak pegi tgk wayang tu kitorg singgah kejap kat popular book fair. dah lama aku dok tengok banner dgn bunting dia kat tepi2 jalan. siap tulis up to 90% off lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kami pun apa lagi..pergilah usha2. Masa kitorg pegi tu kiranya dah seminggu book fair tu berlangsung. Jadi, stok2 buku pun dah tak berapa nak banyak, esp yg 90% tu. Tapi lepas aku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belek&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belek&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pilih&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pilih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pilih&lt;/span&gt;...dapatla banyak jugak hasil tangkapan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yg tak tahan tu, siap buh dlm bakul tau. Sebab banyak sangat tak terlarat nak pegang..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xkLPDuLI/AAAAAAAABnE/xp5MSaKgYgg/s1600-h/DSC02102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xkLPDuLI/AAAAAAAABnE/xp5MSaKgYgg/s320/DSC02102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345616149017245874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg lagi tak tahan tu, aku dok sibuk2 pilih buku utk Maisara, laki aku sibuk pilih buku&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; resepi&lt;/span&gt;. Ni semua yg dia pilih la..Aku ckp dah, dia la yg kena masak semua tuh..hehehe.. tapi ok la sbb semua tu 90% diskaun. Bayangkanlah buku yg harga rm30 lebih tinggal 3 hengget ja. Sangat2 berbaloi ok..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xk-Yk8iI/AAAAAAAABnU/SEgGEGb9ZFs/s1600-h/DSC02112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xk-Yk8iI/AAAAAAAABnU/SEgGEGb9ZFs/s320/DSC02112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345616162747380258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg ni pulak aku punya..tak banyak choice. Aku memang dah lama nak beli buku nih tapi asyik tak berkesempatan. Diskaun pun tak banyak, 20% je..pastu choices yg lain banyak yg aku dah&lt;br /&gt;baca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xkwLnqTI/AAAAAAAABnc/TyRAwuf9NVo/s1600-h/DSC02113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xkwLnqTI/AAAAAAAABnc/TyRAwuf9NVo/s320/DSC02113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345616158934935858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yg ni koleksi utk anak dara aku..lepas ni setahun tak payah beli buku..hahaha. Ada yg 90%, ada yg 50%, ada yg 20%...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xlAWuVmI/AAAAAAAABnk/IU6kwdAl-3g/s1600-h/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xlAWuVmI/AAAAAAAABnk/IU6kwdAl-3g/s320/DSC02115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345616163276478050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak menyempat2 dalam kereta dah sibuk baca... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xkVcl3LI/AAAAAAAABnM/M2WEO8UE-Z0/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xkVcl3LI/AAAAAAAABnM/M2WEO8UE-Z0/s320/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345616151758363826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yang penting, buleh tolak income tax. Jadik, simpanlah resit2 buku anda. Yeay!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9yVbLPU8I/AAAAAAAABns/LKmBh8kpZok/s1600-h/DSC02118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9yVbLPU8I/AAAAAAAABns/LKmBh8kpZok/s320/DSC02118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345616995109786562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-8506864903396655635?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8506864903396655635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=8506864903396655635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8506864903396655635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8506864903396655635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/buku-oh-buku.html' title='Buku oh Buku'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si9xkLPDuLI/AAAAAAAABnE/xp5MSaKgYgg/s72-c/DSC02102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-2887577789186189113</id><published>2009-06-08T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:18:13.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jambatan Bengkok</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saja nak tunjuk gambar the supposedly jambatan bengkok tuh. Aku snap photos ni kat warung nasik padang tu..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0PBxE9OvI/AAAAAAAABms/C63t3X7gLp4/s1600-h/DSC02108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0PBxE9OvI/AAAAAAAABms/C63t3X7gLp4/s320/DSC02108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344944855787059954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg kereta2 ni semua dok Q nak masuk Singapore lah. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0PCDzQZdI/AAAAAAAABm8/o8Z505djAro/s1600-h/DSC02111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0PCDzQZdI/AAAAAAAABm8/o8Z505djAro/s320/DSC02111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344944860813092306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg divider (?) merah putih tuh pulak nak cover kawasan yg dah diletak base (?) utk jambatan tu..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0PB4eKLjI/AAAAAAAABm0/24mQk3I4EnQ/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0PB4eKLjI/AAAAAAAABm0/24mQk3I4EnQ/s320/DSC02110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344944857771814450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semak je aku tengok. Nape lah tak continue je projek jambatan nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: (?) bermaksud aku tak tau term dia. main hantam saja..&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/7282642246114872265-2887577789186189113?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2887577789186189113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=2887577789186189113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2887577789186189113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2887577789186189113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/jambatan-bengkok.html' title='Jambatan Bengkok'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0PBxE9OvI/AAAAAAAABms/C63t3X7gLp4/s72-c/DSC02108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-6472006496885414949</id><published>2009-06-08T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:12:08.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo peeps! Lama gak aku tak update blog kan. Well, takde apa pun nak diceritakan memandangkan aku masih dalam mode "berpantang". Hihihihi...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0Lg5t1sVI/AAAAAAAABmE/4SZKxE2KF1M/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0Lg5t1sVI/AAAAAAAABmE/4SZKxE2KF1M/s320/DSC02100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344940992635449682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, last weekend kitorg keluar bawak cik mek tuh tgk cerita Monsters vs Aliens. Dah hari2 dok ulang suara benda yang sama.."mommy, nak tgk cite monster". HARI-HARI, okeh. Naik menanah telinga aku dengar. Dahtu aku ajak jelah daddy pegi tgk hari sabtu lepas. Tapi kat JB takde yg 3D..layan yg biasa je lah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0LhHMeqYI/AAAAAAAABmM/Ln-ktI8Ngi8/s1600-h/DSC02101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0LhHMeqYI/AAAAAAAABmM/Ln-ktI8Ngi8/s320/DSC02101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344940996253624706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitorg keluar rumah dalam pukul 10.30 pagi. Kunun nak pegi brunch dulu la sbb tak breakfast lagi. Aku kalau tgk wayang suka layan kat GSC Leisure Mall. Main reason: Popcorn dia sedapp..muahahahaha..Kat TGV Tebrau pun okeh gak tapi jauh sgt. Malas nak jalan jejauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi memandangkan cerita dia start pukul 1.20, kitorg pun make a detour kat Giant Tampoi sbb Popular ada buat Book Fair kat situ. Aku update cite pasal buku lepas nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas setel membeli belah buku, kitorg pun pegi lunch terus. Habis dah rencana utk brunch sbb dah tengahari la..makan nasik le terus. Daddy bawak aku makan kat Ina Nasik Padang, kat area Tanjung Puteri. Warung dia buruk je tapi asam pedas dia marbelesssssss. Sedap sampai menjilat kuku wa cakap lu..heheheh..Oh, dan teh-o-ais limau dia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 sen&lt;/span&gt; je segelas. Mana nak dapat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0LhbP9GPI/AAAAAAAABmc/UXgHGv2WeMI/s1600-h/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0LhbP9GPI/AAAAAAAABmc/UXgHGv2WeMI/s320/DSC02105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344941001636911346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dengan cuaca yg panas lit-lit, daddy pun orderkanlah kat anak dara dia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABC&lt;/span&gt; (sapa tak tau apa itu ABC angkat tangan...pastu sekeh kepala sendiri..wakakakkaa). Si Maisara pulak sambil makan ABC tu sambil sebut "mommy..so licious". &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0LhOHOovI/AAAAAAAABmU/BlWQMsadzlk/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0LhOHOovI/AAAAAAAABmU/BlWQMsadzlk/s320/DSC02104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344940998110651122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hangennn je aku. Mana tak hangen bila aku hanya mampu meng-order ini sebagai liquid utk memudahkan pergerakan nasik ke dlm saluran esofagus aku. Huwaaaaaa...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0LheRO4mI/AAAAAAAABmk/uO-m_bT59gM/s1600-h/DSC02107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0LheRO4mI/AAAAAAAABmk/uO-m_bT59gM/s320/DSC02107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344941002447577698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas makan kitorg pun terus ke Leisure Mall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-6472006496885414949?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6472006496885414949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=6472006496885414949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6472006496885414949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6472006496885414949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/halo.html' title='Halo!!'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Si0Lg5t1sVI/AAAAAAAABmE/4SZKxE2KF1M/s72-c/DSC02100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1806374550967938974</id><published>2009-06-04T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:52:51.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicco Ct0.1 Stroller for Sale..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cepat!! Sapa nak beli stroller nih buleh k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ontek aku!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aku dah iklankan di mudah.my. Boleh click at this link &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mudah.my/vi/3189721.htm"&gt;http://www.mudah.my/vi/3189721.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="ad_text"&gt;This stroller has been used by my then 10 month old daughter for a few months. It is still in very good condition and very clean. This stroller has a sturdy aluminum frame and compact 3D fold, the Ct0.1 can hold children up to 40 pounds but is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="ad_text"&gt; still easy to transport. The features include a four-position, fully reclining seat, an adjustable leg rest, a five-point safety harness, reversible handles and an all-season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="ad_text"&gt; canopy. For added convenience, the Ct0.1 provides a large storage basket underneath. It also comes with a rain cover and cosy toes. Best of all, the Chicco Ct0.1 Stroller is compatible with the KeyFit Infant Car Seat. All in all, its a good bargain for those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="ad_text"&gt; who wants very good quality product with a fraction of the price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sidugd-1bOI/AAAAAAAABlk/yfaNR-wmPTI/s1600-h/DSC02054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sidugd-1bOI/AAAAAAAABlk/yfaNR-wmPTI/s320/DSC02054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343360986981428450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SidugjkyhfI/AAAAAAAABls/FK94q8mK_dQ/s1600-h/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SidugjkyhfI/AAAAAAAABls/FK94q8mK_dQ/s320/DSC02099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343360988482799090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="ad_text"&gt;Price : RM1000 (negotiable)&lt;br /&gt;Retail at RM2000.           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1806374550967938974?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1806374550967938974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1806374550967938974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1806374550967938974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1806374550967938974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/06/chicco-ct01-stroller-for-sale.html' title='Chicco Ct0.1 Stroller for Sale..'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sidugd-1bOI/AAAAAAAABlk/yfaNR-wmPTI/s72-c/DSC02054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-4092875382117498358</id><published>2009-05-30T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:34:40.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Miscarried - Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. Performed d&amp;amp;c today at Pusat Pakar Bersalin Perdana near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there at about 10+. Memula appointment pukul 9.30 tapi pagi tadi hujan lebat gila so delay la kejap. Masa aku dah disuruh siap2 tukar baju semua, anak aku dah buat DRAMA swasta kat klinik tuh. Daddy cerita lepas tu siap kena RASUAH pegi jusco bagai to calm her down. Hehehe. Risau dia tgk mommy dia. Siap daddy suh dia kiss aku before diorg balik pun dia tak nak. Nak nangis jeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first time..horror gak walaupun takde rasa apa pun. The doctor gave me some pills to dilate my cervix at 11 am and at 2 pm, he performed the procedure. Aku memang tak sedar lah masa dia buat d&amp;amp;c tuh. Sedar2 tengok jam dah pukul 4 lebih. Itu pun masih weng lagik. At almost 5 pm baru daddy dgn Sara datang ambik aku. Dah boleh balik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik rumah je aku makan dulu. Lapaq weh..dari pukul brp tak leh makan. Daddy masak sedappp hari ni. Chicken soup dengan tofu+isi ayam masak apa ntah, tapi marvellous. Lepas makan aku lepak atas sofa, sedar2 tertido balik sampai pukul 8 malam. Agaknya kesan ubat bius tu ada lagi. Ni aku dah mandi sume dan dah rasa segar sikit walaupun masih pening2 lalat. Tapi kesimpulannya, semua dah selesai. My one week agony is finally over. Phewwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duit? Toksahle tanya. Nak buat buat tak tau je dgn duit yg dah menipis. Hehehe. Inilah namanya dugaan hidup kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-4092875382117498358?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4092875382117498358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=4092875382117498358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4092875382117498358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4092875382117498358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/miscarried-quick-update.html' title='Miscarried - Quick Update'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-9186304892579314099</id><published>2009-05-29T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:34:17.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengue Fever</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 officers from Kementerian Kesihatan ting-tonging my door just now. It was the 2nd time this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, they wanted to check the house for any possible breeding places for aedes mosquitoes. I was already annoyed with their non-stop ting-tonging (benda alah tu bunyi kuat dlm umah..dah la picit non-stop..) told them to press the bell just once or twice next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayat mula2 pegawai tu tanya masa nampak muka aku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Siapa ada kat rumah? Mak ke, ayah ke?"&lt;/span&gt; Haaa?? Dia ingat aku ni BUDAK SKOLAH ke? Hahaha. Aku cakap la takde, aku sorang je kat umah. Sib baik dia tak mintak IC aku. Hehehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a discussion. Haaa..ko jangan memain dgn aku. Pegawai Kementerian Kesihatan pun aku ajak berbahas okke (nampak sgt aku boring duduk lama2 dalam rumah). Lama gak la kitorg berbahas. Dekat 15 minit. Apa yg kitorg bahaskan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya aku dah lama tak puas hati dengan cara Kem.Kesihatan menangani kes2 denggi kat area rumah aku ni. Asal ada kes je, berderu2 datang ketuk pintu rumah konon2 nak cek itu ini. Padahal tak cek bebetul pun. Kat toilet pun main jenguk2 je dan kemudian bagi nasihat yg sama. Dan petang tu akan datang lah bervan-van geng penyembur. Habih satu rumah aku berminyak. Dan kesan semburan tu akan bertahan beberapa hari je. Lepas tu nyamuk of kos akan datang balik. Kesimpulannya, aku dah fed-up la. Dah la aku yg kena sambut kedatangan diorg kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, tadi aku dah bagitau pegawai tu pendapat aku lah. Aku kata lah semburan ni tak efektif. Bukan utk pencegahan, sebaliknya hanya tindakan sementara je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: Kenapa masih pakai teknik penyemburan, ye? Nampak sangat la teknik ni tak berkesan. Kalau berkesan, takkanla awak masih dtg lepas beberapa minggu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Ye saya faham. Tapi dah memang ini prosedur kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: Jadi, takde ke cara lain yg boleh dipakai utk mencegah benda ni? Macam haritu saya dah bagitau pegawai yg datang rumah saya supaya pecahkan rumah2 yg kosong ni. Saya rasa rumah2 yg kosong ni lah yg banyak membiak nyamuk. Rumah yg dihuni mcm ni takkan la banyak tempat pembiakan nyamuk. Pegawai tu bagitau dia akan mintak kebenaran dan hantar notis dalam masa 14 hari utk pemilik rumah. Lepas tu kalau takde respon dia akan pecahkan rumah. Ni dah berpuluh2 hari takde apa tindakan pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Saya faham tapi tu lah. Saya ni org bawah je. Bukan mudah nak pecahkan rumah org sesuka hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: Saya pun tak suruh awak pecahkan sesuka hati. Dapatkanlah dulu semua surat kebenaran yg perlu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Saya sebenarnya tulis (sambil tunjuk kat folder dia) semua cadangan yg rakyat bagi. Tapi saya ni org bawahan je. Yg pihak atasan ni kadang macam tak berminat pun nak tau. Yg diorg tau push kitorg suruh buat lawatan rumah ke rumah kalau ada kes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: Kalau mcm tu, kena suruh bos awak pun dtg sekali lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Eh, ada. Dia pernah datang jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: Kalau datang setakat nak ambik gambar masuk suratkhabar baik tak payah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Heheheh...Apa kata kalau awak tulis surat dan hantar ke Kementerian Kesihatan sendiri. Kalau rakyat sendiri yg komplen, mmg diorg akan cepat bertindak. Kalau tak, memang kena tunggu ada kes yg betul2 besar lah baru diorg akan bukak mata. Awak tahu je lah kan, gomen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: Hehehe. Hish, kalau nak suruh saya komplen pasal gomen kang jadik cerita lain pulak. Kena tunggu ramai lagi org mati ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Saya pun taktau lah. Sebab dah ramai dah org mati pun skrg ni pasal denggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: Lagipun kaedah semburan awak tu bukan sahaja bahaya dekat org awam, tapi tukang sembur pun bahaya jugak. Benda tu kan beracun. Jadi, tukang yg menyembur tu sikit sebanyak mesti akan dapat kesan buruk sbb selalu terdedah dgn racun ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Ha'ah. Saya baru je buat ujian darah. Kandungan racun dalam darah saya pun dah meningkat (padahal bukan pakcik ni pun yg tukang sembur. dia slalu duduk observe dari jauh je. So bayangkanla org yg sembur tu itself. dan kita2 nih yg dok sedut asap tu. apa akan jadi dalam masa jangka panjang?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: Oh, lagi satu. Kalau awak rasa cara ni je yg Kem. Kesihatan boleh buat, apa kata datang masa hujung minggu. Sbb awak datang hari bekerja macam ni pun org mcm saya je yg ada kat rumah. Kebanyakan org takde kat rumah pun. Kalau awak datang hari Sabtu ke, Ahad ke, kebanyakannya ada kat rumah. Jadi, mesej yg awak nak sampaikan tu akan lebih berkesan lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Saya pun tak kerja Sabtu Ahad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: (ceh, poyo pulak pakcik nih - dalam hati la..). Ye lah. Tapi kena lah berkorban. Kalau tidak, mcm mana lagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Saya akan kemukakan. Tapi mesti diorg akan cakap kena tambah kos utk kerja lebih masa la itu la ini la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: Tapi kalau awak buat mcm ni pun tak efektif, tetap buang duit dan masa jugak kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam tu lah lebih kurang perbualan aku dgn dia. Kat celah2 tu ada jugak la pegawai tu bagitau pasal diorg punya meeting setiap minggu membentangkan masalah2 nie. Aku malas lah nak elaborate lelebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya aku pernah baca dalam ruangan Views The Star, ada org hantar surat bagi cadangan supaya pakai sejenis ubat yg efektif utk bunuh nyamuk aedes dan efek dia tahan beberapa bulan. Sbbnya semburan nih tahan beberapa hari je. Ye lah, dah nama pun asap kan, tentulah lama kelamaan akan evaporate. Ubat yg dia suggest ni dia cakap dulu kita ada pakai. Tapi semenjak rakan Uncle Sam kita ban ubat nih, kita pun ikut sama ban. Biasala kan, kenala KIPAS baeekk punya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lepas perbahasan tu pegawai tu ucapkan terima kasih dan bagitau pasal "party" sembur nyamuk petang nanti. Last2 dia tak masuk tgk pun kat belah2 dalam rumah aku. Hahahhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Lepas diorg balik baru aku perasan yg muka aku bertempek2 dgn ubat jerawat. Hahaha. Sib baik dah kawen. Kalau tak jatuh saham maakkkk...&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/7282642246114872265-9186304892579314099?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/9186304892579314099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=9186304892579314099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9186304892579314099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9186304892579314099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/dengue-fever.html' title='Dengue Fever'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-2042814541711629213</id><published>2009-05-28T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:27:44.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Mata Rasulullah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Tiba-tiba dari luar pintu terdengar seorang yang berseru mengucapkan salam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Bolehkah saya masuk?' tanyanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Tapi Fatimah tidak mengizinkannya masuk,                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Maafkanlah, ayahku sedang demam', kata Fatimah yang membalikkan badan dan menutup pintu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Kemudian ia kembali menemani ayahnya yang ternyata sudah membuka mata dan bertanya pada Fatimah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Siapakah itu wahai anakku?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Tak tahulah ayahku, orang sepertinya baru sekali ini aku melihatnya,' tutur Fatimah lembut.. Lalu, Rasulullah menatap puterinya itu dengan pandangan yang menggetarkan. Seolah-olah bahagian demi  bahagian wajah anaknya itu hendak dikenang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Ketahuilah, dialah yang menghapuskan kenikmatan sementara, dialah yang memisahkan pertemuan di dunia. Dialah  malaikatul maut,' kata Rasulullah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Fatimah pun menahan ledakkan tangisnya. Malaikat maut datang menghampiri, tapi Rasulullah menanyakan kenapa Jibril tidak ikut sama menyertainya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Kemudian dipanggilah Jibril yang sebelumnya sudah bersiap di atas langit dunia menyambut roh kekasih Allah dan penghulu dunia ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Jibril, jelaskan apa hakku nanti di hadapan Allah?', tanya Rasululllah dengan suara yang amat lemah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Pintu-pintu langit telah terbuka, para malaikat telah menanti rohmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Semua syurga terbuka lebar menanti kedatanganmu,' kata Jibril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Tapi itu ternyata tidak membuatkan Rasulullah lega, matanya masih penuh kecemasan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Engkau tidak senang mendengar khabar ini?', tanya Jibril lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Khabarkan kepadaku bagaimana nasib umatku kelak?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Jangan  khawatir, wahai Rasul ! Allah, aku pernah mendengar Allah berfirman kepadaku: 'Kuharamkan syurga bagi siapa saja, kecuali umat Muhammad telah berada di dalamnya,' kata Jibril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Detik-detik semakin dekat, saatnya Izrail melakukan tugas.. Perlahan roh Rasulullah ditarik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Nampak seluruh tubuh Rasulullah bersimbah peluh, urat-urat lehernya menegang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Jibril, betapa sakit sakaratul maut ini.' Perlahan Rasulullah mengaduh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Fatimah terpejam, Ali yang disampingnya menunduk semakin dalam dan Jibril memalingkan muka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Jijikkah kau melihatku, hingga kau palingkan wajahmu Jibril?' Tanya Rasulullah pada Malaikat pengantar wahyu itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Siapakah yang sanggup, melihat kekasih Allah direnggut ajal,' kata Jibril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Sebentar kemudian terdengar Rasulullah mengaduh, karena sakit yang tidak tertahankan lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Ya Allah, dahsyat nian maut ini, timpakan saja semua siksa maut ini kepadaku, jangan pada umatku.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Badan Rasulullah mulai dingin, kaki dan dadanya sudah tidak bergerak lagi. Bibirnya bergetar seakan hendak membisikkan sesuatu. Ali segera mendekatkan telinganya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Uushiikum bis shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Peliharalah shalat dan peliharalah orang-orang lemah di antaramu.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Diluar pintu tangis mulai terdengar bersahutan, sahabat saling berpelukan. Fatimah menutupkan tangan di wajahnya, dan Ali kembali mendekatkan telinganya ke bibir Rasulullah yang mulai kebiruan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Ummatii,ummatii,ummatiii?' - 'Umatku, umatku, umatku'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Dan, berakhirlah hidup manusia mulia yang memberi sinaran itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Kini, mampukah kita mencintai sepertinya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Allahumma sholli 'ala Muhammad wa baarik wa salim 'alaihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Betapa cintanya Rasulullah kepada kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;p/s: Apalah nasib kita nanti ye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-2042814541711629213?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2042814541711629213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=2042814541711629213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2042814541711629213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2042814541711629213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/air-mata-rasulullah.html' title='Air Mata Rasulullah'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-4110858129461644070</id><published>2009-05-27T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:20:43.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscarried - Updated</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from PSH. Was hoping for good news but UNFORTUNATELY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the scan, Dr. D was kinda optimistic. His dialogue was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see..this is your rahim. Hmm. Good." Sambil pusing2 mendalah tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooo...hmmmm....oookkkk...." Dan muka dia dah berkerut2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyyoooo..rupa2nya tak keluar habis lagi..adeh la. Aku ingatkan seksa aku dah berakhir. Ada half lagi kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dr.D wanted me to continue taking the medication. Dia bagi 2 days punya supply. I did ask about d&amp;amp;c and he said I can do it if I want to. But not in PSH. Coz the charge is ridicolous dia kata. Kat PSH dia ckp the charges will be between RM1.5k to RM2k. Perghh..sikit je kurang drp caj beranak..So, dia suggest kalau aku nak buat d&amp;amp;c, pegi buat kat pusat bersalin biasa je. He did recommend one clinic for us. Dia kata kat situ charge dia between RM500 to RM800 je. And its such a SIMPLE procedure so don't waste our money on that..hehehe. Well, kalau sang bintang tujuh tanggung memang aku buat dgn Dr.D je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lepas berfikir, alang2 dah menahan sakit tu, aku ingat nak teruskan je lah. Doktor pun cakap kalau you boleh sabar dan tahan, better you makan ubat je. OK doktor, I am a STRONG girl. I can do it! Hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, aku dah makan ubat dah. And dah boleh rasa effect dia. So, chiow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, OK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, Sara balik skul hari ni dia bagitau teacher dia tanya kenapa mommy tak hantar. Dia cakap mommy sakit perut, mommy luka kat sini (sambil tunjuk bontot dia..) Hahahahaha. Boleh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-4110858129461644070?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4110858129461644070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=4110858129461644070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4110858129461644070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4110858129461644070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/misc.html' title='Miscarried - Updated'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5156760629101998686</id><published>2009-05-27T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:01:45.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscarried</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I just had a miscarriage yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my gynae, Dr D already told me to be prepared since last month when the scan showed that the foetus wasn't developing properly. But to be sure, I had to go to the hosp every 2 weeks to make sure that there's really no development on the foetus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was the DAY. It was confirmed that the foetus wasn't developing. The pregnancy was supposed to be in its 10th - 11th week but the size of the foetus was only 0.2cm, equivalent to a 5-week pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. D gave 2 choices. One is to take a medication to expell everything out. The other one is to do d&amp;amp;c. We asked for his opinion and he told me he prefers that I take the medication since the foetus' size is small. If I wanna do d&amp;amp;c, I had to be on GA (general anasthesia) and be warded for at least one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to take the medication. And it was painful. Sakit dia mcm ala2 sakit nak beranak. Kurang siiikkiiiittt ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bled almost like a pool of blood. OK, I'll spare you guys the yucky details but it was indeed A POOL of blood for 3 hours straight from 5 - 8 pm. Lepas tu aku flat habis. Siap tertido sambil duduk je. Sib baik tak tertido dlm toilet. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter on the other hand was such a DARLING. I switched on PlayHouse Disney and she "self-serve" herself. Hahahaha. Cuma dia kacau aku time dia nak susu dgn nak poo-poo je. Nak pee-pee takpe dah sbb dia dah pandai pegi sendiri and basuh sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I am feeling much much better. Well, I can sit down and blog kan. That means I am ay-okey. Thank you for all your sms-es, emails, calls and msgs thru FB. You guys really made my day yesterday. I can't sleep during the day coz the pain was so intense so I ended up lying on the mattress while browsing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another appointment with Dr.D at 2 pm today. Hopefully everything was expelled out from my uterus so I don't need to do a d&amp;amp;c. Well, kampeni bintang tujuh tak cover maternity, so kenala doa2 tak payah masuk spital. Hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission for now: Make myself healthy before trying again...and errr, kuruskan badan. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5156760629101998686?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5156760629101998686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5156760629101998686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5156760629101998686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5156760629101998686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/miscarried.html' title='Miscarried'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-4446845846928023388</id><published>2009-05-25T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:46:49.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging atau shogging (lagi?)</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lama tak "melawat" Hutan Bandar MPJBT nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, semalam (Ahad) daddy propose utk pegi jogging. Aku angguk je. Aku tak jogging pun. Jadik tukang bawak cooler beg je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai2 tgk ada org dok aerobik. Mcm syok gak. Next time kena dtg awal sket la nak join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf5mMGXyI/AAAAAAAABj4/w5mbYAGf0wY/s1600-h/DSC02069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf5mMGXyI/AAAAAAAABj4/w5mbYAGf0wY/s320/DSC02069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756120053800738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf56C4rdI/AAAAAAAABkA/NKy3xuFYQg4/s1600-h/DSC02070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf56C4rdI/AAAAAAAABkA/NKy3xuFYQg4/s320/DSC02070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756125383863762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dah tu bermulalah episod joging 2 org atlet aku nih. Aku pulak jalan2 kejap sambil cari port lepak baca paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf6EmszLI/AAAAAAAABkI/jR48uqTW454/s1600-h/DSC02072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf6EmszLI/AAAAAAAABkI/jR48uqTW454/s320/DSC02072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756128218434738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni dah lepas jogging. Anak aku dah berpeluh mcm nak rak. Tapi sempat lagi main kat playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf6Jgr8vI/AAAAAAAABkQ/SZq1alJGw2w/s1600-h/DSC02074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf6Jgr8vI/AAAAAAAABkQ/SZq1alJGw2w/s320/DSC02074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756129535390450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dah penat2 jogging apa lagi kan? Dah bakar kalori, kenalah TAMBAH balik kalori tuh. Pegi sappedek laaaa. Makan nasik berlauk kat warung Kak Ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni pulak sesi "mengeringkan badan"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf6VYHsDI/AAAAAAAABkY/5H26xVdEUFk/s1600-h/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf6VYHsDI/AAAAAAAABkY/5H26xVdEUFk/s320/DSC02076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756132720685106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dah mandi dan wangi, maka bermulalah sesi menggantikan segala tenaga yg hilang masa berjoging. Lama giler 2 beranak ni tido. Mengalahkan org keje buat umah batu lak. kroh kroh kroh..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqgYLf6gbI/AAAAAAAABkg/-V86HtUXp5Q/s1600-h/DSC02077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqgYLf6gbI/AAAAAAAABkg/-V86HtUXp5Q/s320/DSC02077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339756645465096626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Aku udah ngantuk. tak larat nak karang ayat...&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/7282642246114872265-4446845846928023388?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4446845846928023388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=4446845846928023388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4446845846928023388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4446845846928023388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/jogging-atau-shogging-lagi.html' title='Jogging atau shogging (lagi?)'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqf5mMGXyI/AAAAAAAABj4/w5mbYAGf0wY/s72-c/DSC02069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-3212404511544900629</id><published>2009-05-25T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:36:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Red Cafe</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Sabtu lepas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selalunya pagi2 lagi kitorg akan keluar cari breakfast. Tapi memandangkan dah lama aku tgk kipas siling aku penuh dgn habuk, aku pun arahkanlah daddy suruh cuci. Jadi, bermulalah projek mencuci 2 kipas siling kat ruang tamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah cuci kipas, tentulah habuk2 dia akan ada yg berterbangan. Jadi, terpaksalah aku angkut penyedut hampagas aku pulak utk bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah vacuum rumah, kenalah mop pulak ye tak? Jadi, aku tugaskan daddy lagi skali utk mengemop keseluruhan lantai rumah kami yg sekangkang kambing nih. Daddy mcm kena dera je kan pagi2 Sabtu lepas. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah siap kerja rumah, mandi manda bagai, jam dekat kul 10.30. Nak breakfast mcm dah lambat sgt, jadi kami decided utk pegi brunch je terus. Dalam dok fikir2 mana nak makan, daddy bagi idea utk try Island Red Cafe yg baru bukak tu. Terus la pegi kesitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqcw3SPaUI/AAAAAAAABjI/Ihbn2R0zpc0/s1600-h/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqcw3SPaUI/AAAAAAAABjI/Ihbn2R0zpc0/s320/DSC02056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339752671489255746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***keterangan gambar: anak dara aku dgn jam barunya yg bertemakan PINK dan BARBIE. baru beli hari jumaat tuh kat pasar malam. lima hengget je. sebab tu la jarum saat dia bergerak setiap 3 saat. hahahahhah***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe ni suasana dia ala kopitiam (yes, apa lagi la tema kan..suma org nak buat cafe ala kopitiam). Ada satu cawangan kat area Nusa Bestari yg sangat besar. Kat Tmn U ni baru bukak je few months ago. Org pun tak ramai masa kitorg sampai.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqdMcMrViI/AAAAAAAABjw/2-x2z81eoOY/s1600-h/DSC02063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqdMcMrViI/AAAAAAAABjw/2-x2z81eoOY/s320/DSC02063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339753145254499874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bila dah belek2 menu, aku decided utk try wantan goreng dia. Rasa dia mcm mee wantan + kicap bersama isi ayam rebus dan sayur rebus. Dia serve sekali dgn sup fishball yg tawaq hebiaq.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqcxzL2ekI/AAAAAAAABjo/fqcqTaNApAs/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqcxzL2ekI/AAAAAAAABjo/fqcqTaNApAs/s320/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339752687568583234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maisara lak aku orderkan noodle soup. Ada kueytiaw with sup (or should i say air?) yg takde rasa kecuali kepingan2 bawang putih yg bergenangan dalam kuah dia. Served with fishballs and fishcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqcxtWW5pI/AAAAAAAABjg/cT5ShNOHVc4/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqcxtWW5pI/AAAAAAAABjg/cT5ShNOHVc4/s320/DSC02059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339752686002038418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy tried their prawn noodle. Not bad la, tapi masih gak tawaq hebiaq takdak rasa kecuali rasa air udang dia. Agaknya tukang masak dia ada darah tinggi kot ataupun depa terlupa beli GARAM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqcxZzgzNI/AAAAAAAABjY/5aRtBo8-NQ4/s1600-h/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqcxZzgzNI/AAAAAAAABjY/5aRtBo8-NQ4/s320/DSC02058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339752680755612882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Appetizer pulak aku order lor bak. Favourite aku esp kalau makan kat Taat House kat JB. Lor bak dia not bad la, cuma isi dia takde sayur. Kalau kat Taat House portion dia besar dan penuh daging n sayur. Sayangnya Taat House dah tutup..huwaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqcxYjhc-I/AAAAAAAABjQ/DmkUGBRNuSs/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShqcxYjhc-I/AAAAAAAABjQ/DmkUGBRNuSs/s320/DSC02057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339752680420111330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, lepas dah makan + bayar, daddy pun mulakanlan sesi suai kenal dgn manager dia. Sapa yg kenal laki aku akan tau lah tahap "keramahan" dia. Hahahah. Lagipun, restoran ni tak ramai org. Aku tgk manager dia dok berdiri tegak je kat situ tgk org makan. Senyum tak, apa pun tak. Muka cam tension je. Hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah borak2 tanya asal usul cafe ni bagai, daddy pun cakapla yg food dia serve tu agak kurang rasa garamnya. Sambil ayat berlapik2 lagi la, takdela direct cakap food diorg tawaq hebiaq kan. Nak tau apa manager dia jawab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hmm..ada jugak customer komplen kata mee goreng kitorg tak sedap. lagi sedap makan mee tepi jalan. Tapi dah memang ini konsep kami. Nak buat macam mana..."&lt;/span&gt; dengan muka poyo dan tak bersalahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu aku dah nak tergelak dah. Aku buat kesimpulan mcm ni je.."kalau suka, datang makan. tak suka, sudahhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dah itu jawapannya tak dapek la den nak nolong. Kami cuma nak bagitau yg food dia kurang garam. Tu je. Siap kena curah kicap cair bebanyak ok..Kot ye pun jawabla yg he'll look into it ke apa. Ni macam nak bagitau customer "take it or leave it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia cakap diorg ni rival kepada Old Town. Kalau mengikutkan rasa makanan dia la, Old Town jaaaaauuuuhhhhhhh lebih sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Lepas ni nak pi try diorg punya toasts pulak. Tapi Island Red Coffee dia sedap. Nyum nyum..&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/7282642246114872265-3212404511544900629?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3212404511544900629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=3212404511544900629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3212404511544900629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3212404511544900629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/island-red-cafe.html' title='Island Red Cafe'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Shqcw3SPaUI/AAAAAAAABjI/Ihbn2R0zpc0/s72-c/DSC02056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5412401950849902039</id><published>2009-05-24T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:04:27.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win-win situation? Or not?</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insiden minggu lepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic light kat simpang 4 on the way to ofis daddy rosak. Masa tu dlm lebih kurang pukul 5 petang. So, mmg peak hours la.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShkNUkItFUI/AAAAAAAABi4/cmNfn8gecrI/s1600-h/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShkNUkItFUI/AAAAAAAABi4/cmNfn8gecrI/s320/DSC02044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339313480173163842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sapa pun takmo mengalah. Memang padat dan sendat kat tengah2 jalan tuh. Penuh dgn hiruk pikuk (pergh, ayat sastera..hahaha) bunyi hon2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShkNUhsz3zI/AAAAAAAABjA/vngU7bhBrjQ/s1600-h/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShkNUhsz3zI/AAAAAAAABjA/vngU7bhBrjQ/s320/DSC02045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339313479519297330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mujur aku boleh selit2kan Suzy aku utk buat U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak, berpeluh ketiak la daddy menunggu..hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aku malas nak elaborate lelebih. Korang pikirlah sendiri. Ni lah perangai org kita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5412401950849902039?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5412401950849902039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5412401950849902039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5412401950849902039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5412401950849902039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/win-win-situation-or-not.html' title='Win-win situation? Or not?'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShkNUkItFUI/AAAAAAAABi4/cmNfn8gecrI/s72-c/DSC02044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-6266979937353500693</id><published>2009-05-24T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:54:33.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buah apa bulu di dalam?</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haip! Op op op! Jangan nak fikir yg bukan2 okeh. Hahahaha. Ni soalan legitimate tau. Bukan trick question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sesiapa dapat teka buah apa ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cepattttt...perah otak tu sket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak tau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiiyyyyaaaaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha..tadaaaa! ni lah buahnya.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShkKar-qNAI/AAAAAAAABiw/yAbHQKm3c1g/s1600-h/DSC02002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShkKar-qNAI/AAAAAAAABiw/yAbHQKm3c1g/s320/DSC02002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339310286822847490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama buah ni kalau aku panggil buah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMRA&lt;/span&gt; (taktau la spelling lagu mana..) tapi kalau kat JB ni lebih gelemer dgn nama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEDONDONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yg tak pernah makan ke? Hishh! Rugi in the world. Buah ni kecik2 dulu kitorg ambik kat pokok je. Ada pokok buah amra kat tepi sungai dekat kawasan umah aku. Mmg sedap. Rangup2, masam2. Kalau buat jeruk pun sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ternampak buah ni kat Jusco last week. Ishh..nampak2 je teruih kecuq aih. So, aku rembatla sepeket. Memang heaven..Dahla kawan aku si Azizul tuh dok buat aku teringin nak makan keriang dot. Mana la nak cari keriang dot pun tak tau. Dah jumpa buah amra ni pun jadilaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, entry ni khas utk hang, Azizul yg berada nun jauh di Loughborough. Hang tatap la gambaq buah ni puas2. Nak pos? Tak kosa aku..kempunan la hang. Hahahahahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-6266979937353500693?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6266979937353500693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=6266979937353500693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6266979937353500693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6266979937353500693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/buah-apa-bulu-di-dalam.html' title='Buah apa bulu di dalam?'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShkKar-qNAI/AAAAAAAABiw/yAbHQKm3c1g/s72-c/DSC02002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-2387342011657638048</id><published>2009-05-21T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:30:56.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Privilege Card</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa..bukan mommy punya privilege card okke. Tapi cik mek kecik ni punya. Jangan main2, kecik2 dah ada privilege card. Hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week dia bawak balik card ni suh mommy simpan. Dalam pada tu mulut siap membebel2 lagi ckp boleh beli brg disney, gi spital pakai card nie etc etc. Pandai cikgu dia promote kat anak aku. Pandai lak tu anak aku balik explain kat aku dalam pada pelat2 dia pun. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShTz-vY4tfI/AAAAAAAABiY/kYrcdPpe0fA/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShTz-vY4tfI/AAAAAAAABiY/kYrcdPpe0fA/s320/DSC01993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338159717539165682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila tgk kad ni mcm best jugak privilege dia. Siap blh dpt 20% diskaun on room rates kat any KPJ hospitals tau. Bukan utk dia sorang, utk parents skali. Yg lain2 tu biasalah, masuk genting, secret recipe, 7-e, mph, burger king, kira ok la. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShTz--QacGI/AAAAAAAABig/BQj2WSOhGJM/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShTz--QacGI/AAAAAAAABig/BQj2WSOhGJM/s320/DSC01997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338159721530159202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShTz_NHyo9I/AAAAAAAABio/xpYKoCP01VU/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShTz_NHyo9I/AAAAAAAABio/xpYKoCP01VU/s320/DSC01999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338159725520528338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg tak bestnya muka cik mek tuh kat dlm kad nie. Sememeh habisssss. Napela teacher dia tak bagitau awal2 nak ambik gambar. Kalau tak bolehla aku ikatkan or pinkan rambut dia yg serabai tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Minggu ni minggu assesment kat SRK. Teacher dia bagitau my dotter's level is actually at a 4 year old level walaupun dia baru masuk 3 thn. Ni in terms of motor skill dgn ability dia belajar apa yg diajar oleh cikgu. Kiranya dia dah langkau level dia sendiri la. Waaaa..kembang tau mommy bila teacher dia dok puji2 dia mcm tuh. Sengih sampai nak koyak mulut..hahahhahaha. Anyway, I'm so proud of you my darling. Keep up the good work!&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/7282642246114872265-2387342011657638048?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2387342011657638048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=2387342011657638048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2387342011657638048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2387342011657638048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/privilege-card.html' title='Privilege Card'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShTz-vY4tfI/AAAAAAAABiY/kYrcdPpe0fA/s72-c/DSC01993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-412229652831879136</id><published>2009-05-19T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:52:00.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Istimewa dari London</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yezza..rasanya ada beberapa blog yg hapdet benda yg sama. Ceritanya ialah lawatan rasmi Puan Hasrinah dan Tuan Sahak dari kota London...Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Ina &amp;amp; Sahak sampai di JB pada hari Sabtu, dlm kul 6 mcm tu. Diorg lepak kat umah aku. Hari yg dinanti2 oleh esp anak dara aku nih sbb dia sangat suka dgn Aunty Na &amp;amp; Uncle dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, malam Sabtu tu Kak Ina kuar gi karaoke dgn Yun. Aku tak ikut sebab anak aku tuh bukannya reti dok diam. Kalau ikut hati dan suara aku yg lemak merdu nie, sangatlah teringin nak pegi. Lagipun, dah lama tak test power..hahahahaha. Tapi memandangkan dah malam dan cik mek kecik tuh, kitorg decided utk stay at home je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, kitorg kuar pegi lunch kat Damai. Tengokla lauk pauknye sikit punya banyak. Ada shark's fin soup, chilli crab, ikan masak apa ntah, mcm2la lauknya. naik sengkak nak ngabehkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoUnjfsOI/AAAAAAAABhY/Pn3MdAUvPf0/s1600-h/DSC02004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoUnjfsOI/AAAAAAAABhY/Pn3MdAUvPf0/s320/DSC02004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337513580556169442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas dah siap melantak, kitorg terus shoot ke Jusco Bukit Indah. Ntah brp jam le melepak kat dlm tuh. Bayangkanlah aku solat zohor, asar dgn maghrib kat dalam tu. lama tak lama.Kak Ina la yg sakan bershopping. Aku tumpang sikit2 je..kiranya tak berlubang pun poket daddy. Aku kan pembeli berhemah. hahahahaha...Sebab tu daddy sayaaaaang kat bini dia nih..(ada yg nak muntah ke? Hahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas maghrib, Kak Ina request nak makan Mee Rebus Tulang. Makanya, bergeraklah kami ke restoran ZZ (org JB mesti tau kat mana, so xyah le aku explain).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoUxfwMzI/AAAAAAAABho/RxbDVfWKj0Y/s1600-h/DSC02026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoUxfwMzI/AAAAAAAABho/RxbDVfWKj0Y/s320/DSC02026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337513583224828722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku tak makan sgt kambing, so aku order mee bandung je. Mee rebus dia sedap gak tapi yg best tu tgkla gamba masing2 menghirup sum2 tulang kambing tuh. Hahah.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoUzF2IKI/AAAAAAAABhw/MoVHEC7Gy-Y/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoUzF2IKI/AAAAAAAABhw/MoVHEC7Gy-Y/s320/DSC02032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337513583653036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKo6jkMQTI/AAAAAAAABiQ/qB03xO5kIBw/s1600-h/DSC02037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKo6jkMQTI/AAAAAAAABiQ/qB03xO5kIBw/s320/DSC02037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337514232320377138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoVBbMK8I/AAAAAAAABh4/RJcXcsuj0kI/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoVBbMK8I/AAAAAAAABh4/RJcXcsuj0kI/s320/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337513587500657602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuan Sahak siap terpejam2 lagi mata dok menikmati keenakan tulang kambingnya...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKo6bjrVvI/AAAAAAAABiI/el1uW9itMFo/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKo6bjrVvI/AAAAAAAABiI/el1uW9itMFo/s320/DSC02036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337514230170736370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;On another note, anak aku sangat2la enjoy haritu. Mana taknya, since kat Damai lagi dia dah dok berlari sana sini. Sbb masa lunch, Damai ni tak penuh pun jadi tak kisahla dia nak berlari ke nak bergolek ke, takde sapa nak marah. Bila dah kat Jusco tuh lagila suka dia. Macam budak dah lama tak keluar rumah gayanya. Lari sana, lari sini, lompat sana, lompat sini, nyanyi sana, nyanyi sini..habeh suma org kena buli dgn dia.. esp si Yun tu. Kesian Yun..Yun, jangan serik kuar dgn Sara lagi tau..hehehhe. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoUtJ3ZnI/AAAAAAAABhg/v2YtcXigvRc/s1600-h/DSC02021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoUtJ3ZnI/AAAAAAAABhg/v2YtcXigvRc/s320/DSC02021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337513582059284082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Semalam lak lepas Sara balik dari skul, kitorg pegi Angsana dgn Jakel. Kak Ina bershopping kain baju raya. Aku kena gerak cepat sbb nak gi ambik daddy. Malam tu kitorg lepak kat kedai Jack, pastu dinner kat restoran sebelah. Dalam pukul 11 mcm tu Kak Ina dgn Sahak bertolak ke Melaka. Mujur anak aku tak mengaruk sbb ptg tu dia mengaruk sakan bila aku bawak dia balik dulu. Dok jerit2 "nak aunty na! nak aunty na!" Tapi skrg lak ayat masam dia ialah "mommy, sara nak pi london" hahahahha...anak oi, ingat dekat ke london tu? Nak balik kangaq pun payah, apatah lagi london. nantilah kalau ada rezeki kita pegi yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was the first time I had a very good laugh. Sampai nak serak2 basah suara aku yg merdu nih. The first ever since we came back from Denmark. Its nice to know that you still have friends that you can rely on, that you can be yourself without any shame although we are thousands of miles apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorg doakan Kak Ina dan Sahak selamat pulang ke London nanti. Semoga semuanya berjalan lancar..We will definitely miss you lots and thank you sbb sudi tidor kat rumah buruk kami nie..Mmmuuuuuaaaaaahhhhhsssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-412229652831879136?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/412229652831879136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=412229652831879136&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/412229652831879136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/412229652831879136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/istimewa-dari-london.html' title='Istimewa dari London'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKoUnjfsOI/AAAAAAAABhY/Pn3MdAUvPf0/s72-c/DSC02004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-627731305437588529</id><published>2009-05-19T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:15:21.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hepi Maners Day</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ni kira entry basi lah. Mothers Day dah lama lepas tapi aku baru nak hapdet. hehe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKhnvqIkmI/AAAAAAAABhI/qZ8avDkTGoE/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKhnvqIkmI/AAAAAAAABhI/qZ8avDkTGoE/s320/DSC01988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337506212567618146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, Maisara bawak balik kad yg dia buat kat skul. Mula2 aku jumpa dalam beg dia (hari2 mmg aku akan check beg dia utk tgk kot2 ada apa2 cikgu dia tulis dlm message book tuh), dia ckp yg tu dia punya. Hahahahaha. Bila dah explain "this is for mommy, right? you made it for me kan?" barulah dia paham.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKhn45YzuI/AAAAAAAABhQ/zNKx2A-kElw/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKhn45YzuI/AAAAAAAABhQ/zNKx2A-kElw/s320/DSC01990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337506215047515874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Masa Mothers Day haritu daddy ada ajar dia utk wish aku. Itulah jadiknye Hepi Maners Day. Masa dia 1st wish tu I was so touched. Mcm nak nangis pun ada. Lepas dia wish, terus dia hug and kiss aku. Then aku rasa dia tau mak dia "tersentuh" dgn apa yg dia buat tu so sejak haritu kalau pitch volume aku mcm tinggi sket je nak marah dia, dia akan serta merta buat muka cumil dia dan wish Hepi Maners Day. Boleh?? Anak aku pakai reverse phsyco kat aku okke..baru 3 tahun tu, blom 30 tahun lagi. Hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi walau apa pun, dialah racun, dialah penawar. Walaupun kadang2 aku geram sangat sampai rasa mcm nak cabut satu2 bulu ketiak aku bil dia buat perangai..tapi bila tgk muka dia masa tido je terus lembut hati aku..rasa mcm menyesal lak kalau aku termarah dia sebelum tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the power of mother-child bond. Kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-627731305437588529?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/627731305437588529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=627731305437588529&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/627731305437588529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/627731305437588529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/hepi-maners-day.html' title='Hepi Maners Day'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/ShKhnvqIkmI/AAAAAAAABhI/qZ8avDkTGoE/s72-c/DSC01988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-678320873858475589</id><published>2009-05-13T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:35:18.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu kisah sedih...</title><content type='html'>I wanna share this story with you guys. Its so touching and has a very deep meaning. Pls make sure that you have A BOX of tissue next to you while reading this. I read it while weeping like a baby. And make sure that you have enough time to read it till the end. Baca masa tenang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Just two years after our              marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from              the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's              father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured              much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see              him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered              a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to              bring hubby to where he is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately agreed and              started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South              to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the              bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning              round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go              fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his              chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any              moment put the tiny me into his pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we have an              argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin              me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I              became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother              brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For              example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room,              she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you              young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also              can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the              house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to              grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's              habit; slowly you will get use to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother stopped saying              anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came home with              flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she              would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come              home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item              how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get              even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said:              "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything              would solve it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There begins the friction to our otherwise              happy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early              to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the              house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial              expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and              I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make              a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am a dance              teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from along day of              dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that              additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a              deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother              would help out with some housework, but soon her help created              additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of              plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and              resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she              would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the              dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them              again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the              dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly              in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after              that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to              be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me....              I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me              and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly              die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that              incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and              you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the              house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma              as to who to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to stop her son from having to              prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of              preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table,              mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast              that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty              as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted              to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, while              in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because              you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not              to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in              tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time,              hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I              am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The              next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a              sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing              up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could              not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited              everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother              crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing              at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his              eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really              did not mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our very first big fight that              day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way              out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and              followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not              return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother              arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what              else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling              to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with              all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my              life.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you              should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am              pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful              morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy              news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before,              thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the              hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been              three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave,              but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and              called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he              pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in              his eyes that cut right through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself not to look              at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong              urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your              baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy.              What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears              started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the              test of one fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I lay on the bed thinking              about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet              the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening              woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears              rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in              silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money              and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good.              What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave              a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next              day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a              good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me              a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident              and is now in the hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there in shock. I rushed to              the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already              passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless.              I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control              the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the              funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the              occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief              facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother              left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop,             apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the              countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster              and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit              her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not              thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart,              I am indirectly the killer of his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby moved into              mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell              on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could              hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are              going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in              his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell              back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and              thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my              fault at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many days of suffocating silence went by and as              the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock              between us continues, we were living together like strangers who              don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One              day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass              window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very              lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After              recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant,              stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my              eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say              anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and              wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He              stared back at me,challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart              beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually              backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse              together with the baby inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, he did not come home;              he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following              mother's death so did our love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not come              home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work,              I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to              take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial              desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go              for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every              time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical              examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting              the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this              baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The              whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table,              there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without              even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have              gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him,              removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked              at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I hang up              my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot              cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out              from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my              bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled              the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed              my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?"            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me.              I could not control my tears any further and they fell like              raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not              go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over              me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far              away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I              cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had              originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the              western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his              eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in              each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally              intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been waiting for this moment of              reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone              forever and could not repeated. Other than the thought of the              baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am              totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I              don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From              the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had              vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the              bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room.              He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his              room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used              to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake              illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he              would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I              cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what              is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but              I continuously ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday, he would buy              something for the baby, infant products, children products and books              that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room              till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me,              but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to              lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his              computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none              of that matters to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sometime towards the end              of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because              of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like              he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment.              He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my              hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout              the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he              carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of              his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my              lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He held the delivery suite              door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a              smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery              room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept              smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me,              smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out              for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of              his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but              the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my              body at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered              he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a              miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when              he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago              and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disregarded the nurse's              objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his              computer, and a suffocating pain hitsme. Hubby's cancer was              discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought              that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our              son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a              look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in              your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if              only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it              be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written              inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may              encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems,              you can refer to daddy's suggestion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, after writing these              200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through              life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your              mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also              the one who loves me most..." From play school to primary school, to              secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of              love, everything big and small was written there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has also              written a letter for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear, to marry you is my biggest              happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for              not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful              mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it              means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for              loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son              personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every              year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the              packaging... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in              coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open              your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth              of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak              smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands              in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the              shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face....              A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in              this world is gone forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cruel misunderstandings one after              another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our              originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful              moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as              destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became              too late."........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now, girls. Wipe your tears and air idung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot to digest from this story. I have my own take at it but I would like to know your opinions. For me, everybody had their piece of mistakes. But, the wife was the one who suffered the most from this so-called misunderstandings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadikanlah cerita ini pengajaran dan pedoman utk hidup kita masing2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: A wife's sacrifices: Is it overrated?&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/7282642246114872265-678320873858475589?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/678320873858475589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=678320873858475589&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/678320873858475589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/678320873858475589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/satu-kisah-sedih.html' title='Satu kisah sedih...'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5309838097011283975</id><published>2009-05-13T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:03:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan-jalan Bandar Melaka</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at around noon kitorg check out from our Beverly Hills Condotel (ceyyy nak sebut gak tuh..hahaha) and drove to Bandar Melaka (or is it Bandaraya?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey as usual, took more than one hour and it was blazing hot. The temperature was about 36-38 deg C. Bayangkanla, tak menggelegak ke otak kalau panas mcm tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, projek jalan2 pun tak la seaktif mana. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptITMUXFI/AAAAAAAABf4/gHWJKM7BaoM/s1600-h/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptITMUXFI/AAAAAAAABf4/gHWJKM7BaoM/s320/DSC01897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335196697932094546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptIgEhy-I/AAAAAAAABgA/UJtrjv_xhVk/s1600-h/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptIgEhy-I/AAAAAAAABgA/UJtrjv_xhVk/s320/DSC01902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335196701389081570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas ambik2 gambar kat sini, across the road tuh ada warung cendol. Gelemer gak la sbb mmg betul2 kat area tourist attraction kat sini. So, lepak dulu kat warung cendol ni membasahkan tekak.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptI9Fcj1I/AAAAAAAABgI/1bLFZgqJn3o/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptI9Fcj1I/AAAAAAAABgI/1bLFZgqJn3o/s320/DSC01915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335196709177560914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptIzogaxI/AAAAAAAABgQ/rXyHBRAODO4/s1600-h/DSC01919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptIzogaxI/AAAAAAAABgQ/rXyHBRAODO4/s320/DSC01919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335196706640259858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas tu kitorg ke Jonker Walk utk jalan2. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptJPy4WpI/AAAAAAAABgY/ue9lX6jeAsY/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptJPy4WpI/AAAAAAAABgY/ue9lX6jeAsY/s320/DSC01925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335196714199964306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch kat satu2nya restoran melayu kat situ kalau tak silap aku. Makan asam pedas Melaka. Sedap mmg sangat sedap. tapi rasa dia lain sket drp asam pedas Johor sbb dia takde daun kesum. Aku lagi suka asam pedas Johor personally. Maklumlahkan, aku kan dah separa Johorean. Hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvlzFd3II/AAAAAAAABgg/k8NdwqI8Ydg/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvlzFd3II/AAAAAAAABgg/k8NdwqI8Ydg/s320/DSC01928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335199403732753538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas lunch, sempatla aku lari kejap ke kedai souvenir kat Jonker Walk tu utk beli few souvenirs for myself and Sara. Aku siap beli kipas ok. Budak2 tu siap beli kipas bateri sorang satu. Panas giler..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvmH4gsrI/AAAAAAAABgo/voubjfq-PN4/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvmH4gsrI/AAAAAAAABgo/voubjfq-PN4/s320/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335199409315558066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and one tip utk sesapa yg nak beli souvenir kat sini. Pegi survey2 kat diff shops. Sebab harga dia boleh jadi sgt berbeza. Kadang2 tu dlm RM3-4 beza utk barang yg sama. Souvenir dia cute2, suka aku tapi memandangkan kesuntukan masa, aku takleh le nak browse sesuka hati aku kan..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas kat Jonker Walk tu, kitorg pun menapak naik ke A'Famosa. Ambik gambar sket2, tgk view sket2, pastu menapak turun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvmDV7j0I/AAAAAAAABgw/5dSVq0Q0AR0/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvmDV7j0I/AAAAAAAABgw/5dSVq0Q0AR0/s320/DSC01952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335199408096776002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvmF2MO4I/AAAAAAAABg4/bztJLESqH2c/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvmF2MO4I/AAAAAAAABg4/bztJLESqH2c/s320/DSC01963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335199408768957314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvmeSKFxI/AAAAAAAABhA/CBevwDi36LI/s1600-h/DSC01972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgpvmeSKFxI/AAAAAAAABhA/CBevwDi36LI/s320/DSC01972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335199415328708370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around 4 pm, kitorg pun bertolak balik ke JB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah serba sedikit pasal percutian singkat kitorg. Sekian, terima kasih. Hahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5309838097011283975?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5309838097011283975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5309838097011283975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5309838097011283975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5309838097011283975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/jalan-jalan-bandar-melaka.html' title='Jalan-jalan Bandar Melaka'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgptITMUXFI/AAAAAAAABf4/gHWJKM7BaoM/s72-c/DSC01897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-9195891165749630980</id><published>2009-05-12T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:32:09.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Umbai</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tu kami decided utk pegi makan ikan bakaq kat Umbai. Selalunya aku akan singgah Umbai ni on the way balik from KL. Itupun kalau masih awal la. Sbb kalau tak, bila dah kekenyangan mcm ulaq sawa cemana daddy nak drive balik JB lak kan? Still 2 1/2 hours drive from there to JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, memandangkan jarak dari Alor Gajah ke Umbai tu dlm 35km, ditambah pula dgn mcm berjuta2 traffic light on the way, the journey took more than 1 hour. Kami sampai kat sana dah dekat pukul 10 malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada la insiden yg tidak enak didengar berlaku masa tu tapi aku malaslah nak cerita. Yg penting, aku dah BAN kedai D'Muara kat hujung skali tuh. Mmg tak hormat customer la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa2 pun, kami telah berjaya mengenyangkan perut kami dgn ikan bakaq, udang bakaq, chilli crab dan lala goreng pedas dimakan bersama nasik lemak daun pisang. Aku suka ikan siakap bakaq dia sbb slalunya ikan dia saaangat fresh. Tapi malam tu agaknya dah lambat so ikan pun dah ala2 kusam, jadi mcm kurang fresh sket. Slalunya kitorg gi makan kat situ dlm kul 7 mcm tu, ikan segar bugar buntang lagik youuuu...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl5BRQ8RhI/AAAAAAAABfY/s2motaXE5jk/s1600-h/DSC01878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl5BRQ8RhI/AAAAAAAABfY/s2motaXE5jk/s320/DSC01878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334928296318354962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl5BmnryAI/AAAAAAAABfg/z4xu7ezEzzA/s1600-h/DSC01880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl5BmnryAI/AAAAAAAABfg/z4xu7ezEzzA/s320/DSC01880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334928302050887682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan ni 1st time aku makan chili crab kat sini. Dan rasanya so-so je lah. Sedap lagik chilli crab kat Kukup tuh..Aduss, tak sabar nak tunggu geng melantak aku si Adie &amp;amp; co. balik Mesia bulan 6 nih. Buleh gi makan puas2 kat Kukup kan...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl5Bn0-GII/AAAAAAAABfo/ULb6u4_Po4E/s1600-h/DSC01881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl5Bn0-GII/AAAAAAAABfo/ULb6u4_Po4E/s320/DSC01881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334928302375049346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl5Cc_DoNI/AAAAAAAABfw/_-krMEJOs8c/s1600-h/DSC01879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl5Cc_DoNI/AAAAAAAABfw/_-krMEJOs8c/s320/DSC01879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334928316644434130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: ingatkan nak sambung perabih entry2 nih malam ni. memandangkan ugly betty dah nak start, aku sambung esok je lah no...so, stay tuned..&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/7282642246114872265-9195891165749630980?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/9195891165749630980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=9195891165749630980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9195891165749630980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9195891165749630980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner-at-umbai.html' title='Dinner at Umbai'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl5BRQ8RhI/AAAAAAAABfY/s2motaXE5jk/s72-c/DSC01878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-3298588604313593063</id><published>2009-05-12T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:16:51.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Sports</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah balik kondo tuh, sapa yg blum mandi dan salin baju pakat2 berbuat demikian lah. Kitorg pun anticipate yg budak2 ni akan tergolek ketiduran tapi ropa ropanya sangkaan kami salah belaka. Budak2 ni siap buleh main2 lari2 lagi dlm umah. Adoila, tak reti letih ka depa ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lps tu the boys keluaq pi microlight center. Ada banyak extreme sports kat situ. Haa part ni yg aku tak puas ati. Sebabnya, aku tak join. Huhu. Tension tau. Aku teringin sangat nak naik buggy tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl1e3uwMlI/AAAAAAAABfI/pqSgKFwpXds/s1600-h/DSC01864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl1e3uwMlI/AAAAAAAABfI/pqSgKFwpXds/s320/DSC01864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334924406813635154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl1fB5wZqI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Y_TIgiEVJqs/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl1fB5wZqI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Y_TIgiEVJqs/s320/DSC01869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334924409544140450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampak gayanya lepas ni nak kena pegi lagi lah.  Mcm2 ada kat sini. Ada horse riding, buggy race, paintball, mcm2lah yg extreme. Aku sukaaaaaaaaaaa. Sapa nak join aku? Jom kita pi lagi nak? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl1et3q9pI/AAAAAAAABe4/7q7xcZ6q-B4/s1600-h/DSC01859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl1et3q9pI/AAAAAAAABe4/7q7xcZ6q-B4/s320/DSC01859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334924404166686354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara muka tak puas ati. Dia yg beria2 nak naik horse tu. Tapi ni horse la anak, bukan poney. Of kos la org tu tak bagi naik sbb Sara kecik sangat lagi. Takpe, nanti mommy belikan Sara poney sekoq, Sara lanyak puas2, k. Heheheh..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl1e3h18vI/AAAAAAAABfA/o7n5Xei8VTI/s1600-h/DSC01863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl1e3h18vI/AAAAAAAABfA/o7n5Xei8VTI/s320/DSC01863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334924406759486194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-3298588604313593063?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3298588604313593063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=3298588604313593063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3298588604313593063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3298588604313593063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/extreme-sports.html' title='Extreme Sports'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl1e3uwMlI/AAAAAAAABfI/pqSgKFwpXds/s72-c/DSC01864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-4233998992696501432</id><published>2009-05-12T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:06:54.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasilnya...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selingan kejap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah hasilnya selepas seharian berguling dlm pool. Walaupun aku dah lumurkan badan dia dgn sunblock sampai putih melepak (SPF50 lagi tu), tetap berbekas...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl0TmV9_mI/AAAAAAAABew/YGE4xZrpIts/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl0TmV9_mI/AAAAAAAABew/YGE4xZrpIts/s320/DSC01886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334923113656090210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-4233998992696501432?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4233998992696501432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=4233998992696501432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4233998992696501432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4233998992696501432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/hasilnya.html' title='Hasilnya...'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgl0TmV9_mI/AAAAAAAABew/YGE4xZrpIts/s72-c/DSC01886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5055527873912459983</id><published>2009-05-12T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:02:24.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water World</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi esoknya masa bangun subuh, hujan sangatla lebat. Siap petir guruh bagai. Kitorg dah risau, terpaksa kensel la agaknya plan nak bermandi manda. Tapi alhamdulillah, dlm pukul 8 mcm tu hujan mula reda. Pukul 9 dah stop hujan. View dari beranda kondo ni pun nampak cantik dan nyaman je pagi tu...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglwdm1p12I/AAAAAAAABdQ/tJhG1PgMbIU/s1600-h/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglwdm1p12I/AAAAAAAABdQ/tJhG1PgMbIU/s320/DSC01765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334918887541167970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglwd5eWMkI/AAAAAAAABdY/k5vJCSG2nNU/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglwd5eWMkI/AAAAAAAABdY/k5vJCSG2nNU/s320/DSC01766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334918892543685186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglwd88XUTI/AAAAAAAABdg/kYiXgP4HSzw/s1600-h/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglwd88XUTI/AAAAAAAABdg/kYiXgP4HSzw/s320/DSC01767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334918893474894130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglwd8N8L3I/AAAAAAAABdo/hLnjjeb7WfA/s1600-h/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglwd8N8L3I/AAAAAAAABdo/hLnjjeb7WfA/s320/DSC01768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334918893280178034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jadi, dlm pukul 9 lebih kitorg pun bergerak la utk ke Water World.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglweMjF1cI/AAAAAAAABdw/v5Gf4viW930/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglweMjF1cI/AAAAAAAABdw/v5Gf4viW930/s320/DSC01789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334918897663858114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manusia agak ramai kat situ. Parking lot dia pun kecik je so kena parking kat tepi2 jalan gak. Mujur lah kitorg awal gak. Kalau tak agaknya lagi la penuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorg ni punyala jenuh dok cari kat website dia utk check harga tiket ke water world tu tapi tak jumpa. Rupa2nya tiket dia takdelah murah mana. RM40 utk dewasa dan RM35 utk kanak2 (diskaun 5 hengget je??). Harga tiket nih sekali dgn satu set nasi dan air yg katanya worth RM12. Kitorg ambik nasik ayam haritu yg rasanya tak sedap. Sedap lagi makcik Dewan Selera aku masak kat MRSM dulu. Hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglw_3YoJMI/AAAAAAAABd4/vntI0yz3a6g/s1600-h/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglw_3YoJMI/AAAAAAAABd4/vntI0yz3a6g/s320/DSC01793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334919476098376898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglxAHnKr8I/AAAAAAAABeA/tPD5wGcPnbA/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglxAHnKr8I/AAAAAAAABeA/tPD5wGcPnbA/s320/DSC01794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334919480454328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dahtu attraction dia tak banyak pun. Pool yg utk budak2 ada 2, satu tutup for maintenance, so tinggal 1. Lagi satu ride utk adult pun tutup. Dahla ride utk adult ada 3 je. All in all mmg aku rasa sgt tak berbaloi lah. Kat Sunway Lagoon laaaagi best.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglxAd03qrI/AAAAAAAABeI/EWw34ToPc8w/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglxAd03qrI/AAAAAAAABeI/EWw34ToPc8w/s320/DSC01796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334919486417382066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglxAX7wTKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/11ORqdIvPYk/s1600-h/DSC01800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglxAX7wTKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/11ORqdIvPYk/s320/DSC01800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334919484835646626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglxBAY2n9I/AAAAAAAABeY/CWf3viej738/s1600-h/DSC01815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglxBAY2n9I/AAAAAAAABeY/CWf3viej738/s320/DSC01815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334919495695114194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, kitorg cuba jugak enjoy kat situ. Anak aku ok je. Dia pedulik hapa, janji buleh berendam dlm air. Hahahaha. Dalam pukul 11 mcm tu Aiman &amp;amp; co. pun sampai dari KL. Diorg terus redah ke situ dan join kitorg. So, lagila meriah pool tuh dgn gelak tawa budak2 nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglyWdS2bVI/AAAAAAAABeg/QMB17UkDwIY/s1600-h/DSC01828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglyWdS2bVI/AAAAAAAABeg/QMB17UkDwIY/s320/DSC01828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334920963743444306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglyWbTSAsI/AAAAAAAABeo/VxNMWpZzLiI/s1600-h/DSC01836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SglyWbTSAsI/AAAAAAAABeo/VxNMWpZzLiI/s320/DSC01836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334920963208381122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dalam pukul 5 mcm tu baru kitorg blah dari Water World tu. Itupun lepas budak2 tu naik legam sunburn dan dah kecut2 kaki tangan masing2. Mak bapak masing2 pun dah kepenatan dan kelaparan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5055527873912459983?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5055527873912459983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5055527873912459983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5055527873912459983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5055527873912459983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/water-world.html' title='Water World'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sglwdm1p12I/AAAAAAAABdQ/tJhG1PgMbIU/s72-c/DSC01765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7798794166626013120</id><published>2009-05-12T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:26:52.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beverly Hills...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuhuuuu..jangan marah, we all went to Beverly Hills for the weekend okeh. Tapi bukan Beverly Hills nun di sanaaaaaa. Kitorg pegi Beverly Hills Condotel kat Melaka je. Hehehe. Gempak je lebih kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condotel nih located kat dalam compound A'Famosa Resort di Alor Gajah. Actually, its owned by kompeni tempat daddy bekerja, iaitu kompeni bintang tujuh kaler biru. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebetulan lak bos daddy yg book condo ni for the weekend tapi disebabkan dia tak dpt pegi, dia offer la kat daddy. Kitorg pun apa lagi, memandangkan sejak balik Malaysia ni TAK PERNAH pegi holiday memana pun, sambar je lah. Bila lagik kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak aku pun punyala excited bila tau nak pi holiday. Hari2 bila balik skul soalan dia "esok holiday ke mommy?" EVERYDAY dia tanya soalan yg sama. Kesian anak aku kan..huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengokla muka dia yg kegirangan masa on the way nak ke Melaka nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwSsAs02I/AAAAAAAABcQ/vjqoW6YMlFY/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwSsAs02I/AAAAAAAABcQ/vjqoW6YMlFY/s320/DSC01751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848331206939490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni pulak masa dok tunggu caretaker condo tuh mai pass kunci. Kat depan cowboy town. Ada kuda2 bagai. Dah tergedik2 la dia nak naik kuda.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwS8sjttI/AAAAAAAABcY/f3ZhAtosInw/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwS8sjttI/AAAAAAAABcY/f3ZhAtosInw/s320/DSC01752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848335685859026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, kondo ni sangat spacious. Ada 3 bedrooms, dalam master room siap ada mcm ala2 walk in closet lagi. Dan siap ada laundry area yg agak besar. Sukaaaaaaaaaa...Aku dok angan2 rumah aku nanti sebesar ni pun aku dah cukup happy. Hehee..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwS9egihI/AAAAAAAABcg/tqst3LuvbYY/s1600-h/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwS9egihI/AAAAAAAABcg/tqst3LuvbYY/s320/DSC01756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848335895366162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwTOqDmiI/AAAAAAAABco/EGJuBeN5u9w/s1600-h/DSC01758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwTOqDmiI/AAAAAAAABco/EGJuBeN5u9w/s320/DSC01758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848340507204130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwTLUWYwI/AAAAAAAABcw/AVxdmoeoMJM/s1600-h/DSC01759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwTLUWYwI/AAAAAAAABcw/AVxdmoeoMJM/s320/DSC01759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848339610854146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgkw077IFoI/AAAAAAAABc4/i8mA2rdp6Gg/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgkw077IFoI/AAAAAAAABc4/i8mA2rdp6Gg/s320/DSC01761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848919594079874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgkw1GJ6kOI/AAAAAAAABdA/Ji15So85I5Q/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgkw1GJ6kOI/AAAAAAAABdA/Ji15So85I5Q/s320/DSC01762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848922340462818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malam tu kitorg dinner dgn KFC je. Singgah beli kat restoran jejantas ayer keroh. Tak pi mana2 pun. Lepak dlm rumah. Maisara tak habis2 berlari2. Seronok betul dpt pegi holiday. Siap aku dgn daddy dah kroh2 kat sofa pun dia tak tido2 lagi. Dok layan cerita princess diary.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgkw1FSrUzI/AAAAAAAABdI/N1LTeJSbsx8/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sgkw1FSrUzI/AAAAAAAABdI/N1LTeJSbsx8/s320/DSC01764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848922108777266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The adventure begins the next day. So, stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7798794166626013120?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7798794166626013120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7798794166626013120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7798794166626013120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7798794166626013120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/beverly-hills.html' title='Beverly Hills...'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgkwSsAs02I/AAAAAAAABcQ/vjqoW6YMlFY/s72-c/DSC01751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-477095513760856530</id><published>2009-05-10T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:03:00.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God made a wonderful mother,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mother who never grows old;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He made her smile of the sunshine,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And He molded her heart of pure gold;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In her cheeks fair roses you see;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God made a wonderful mother,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And He gave that dear mother to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.mothersdaypoems.info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPI6wkbqRI/AAAAAAAABcA/uNh-Ncs-qCY/s1600-h/DSC01356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPI6wkbqRI/AAAAAAAABcA/uNh-Ncs-qCY/s320/DSC01356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333327295532476690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to my dearest mom, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Puan Hajjah Wan Hani bt Puteh &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; my mother-in-law, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Puan Hajjah Azizah bt Ismail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPI7HmdSYI/AAAAAAAABcI/o-BEn7NeQFo/s1600-h/mothers_day_graphics_13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPI7HmdSYI/AAAAAAAABcI/o-BEn7NeQFo/s320/mothers_day_graphics_13.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333327301714987394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you for being great moms to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ina &amp;amp; Amy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: This is a scheduled-post entry&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/7282642246114872265-477095513760856530?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/477095513760856530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=477095513760856530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/477095513760856530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/477095513760856530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPI6wkbqRI/AAAAAAAABcA/uNh-Ncs-qCY/s72-c/DSC01356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-54580873466878108</id><published>2009-05-08T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:45:06.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, aku rasa cukup lah tu few entries utk minggu nie..Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagipun we are going away for the weekend. Tak jauh pun, dekat je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, have a superb weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-54580873466878108?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/54580873466878108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=54580873466878108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/54580873466878108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/54580873466878108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/away.html' title='Away...'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-664693332502227339</id><published>2009-05-08T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:39:40.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salon Day!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend kami 3 beranak telah beramai2 pergi ke salon utk potong rambut. Salon ni mmg tempat kitorg pegi since dah brp tahun aku pun tak ingat. Siap dapat VIP kad lagi okeh..hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ni all of us decided to have a haircut. Daddy mcm biasala, sebulan skali mmg dtg sini utk potong rambut. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD60GggYI/AAAAAAAABa4/cEIPfLGfBoI/s1600-h/DSC01722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD60GggYI/AAAAAAAABa4/cEIPfLGfBoI/s320/DSC01722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333321798922568066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku pulak sbb rambut dah banyak sgt gugur, so I wanted to chop it off. Maisara lak since rambut dia mcm tumbuh tak sekata walaupun few months ago aku dah bawak dia dtg trim rambut kat sini, agaknya kadar pertumbuhan rambut dia masih lagik haywire. So, aku decide dgn dia skali kita kasik tarammmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai bang, cantik "bungkus"..hehehehe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD7HHerzI/AAAAAAAABbA/-BAsCIIVwqo/s1600-h/DSC01723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD7HHerzI/AAAAAAAABbA/-BAsCIIVwqo/s320/DSC01723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333321804026916658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni anak dara yg dipamper utk hari tu. Syok betul dia dpt potong rambut. Siap cut &amp;amp; wash ok. Bukan cut only. Tapi part wash tu daddy tak ambik gambar pakai camera, dia pakai camera phone je sbb dia kata masa tu dia tgk Sara baring kat situ keras mcm batu. So, dia takut nak tinggalkan Sara utk gi ambik camera..takut melalak pulak anak dara aku tuh..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD7FwmF9I/AAAAAAAABbI/Us3oa-rMglI/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD7FwmF9I/AAAAAAAABbI/Us3oa-rMglI/s320/DSC01729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333321803662497746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD7ZV_wtI/AAAAAAAABbQ/PhB1On2nfdU/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD7ZV_wtI/AAAAAAAABbQ/PhB1On2nfdU/s320/DSC01732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333321808919642834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD7vAgznI/AAAAAAAABbc/K2oBcU0zFIg/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD7vAgznI/AAAAAAAABbc/K2oBcU0zFIg/s320/DSC01736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333321814735113842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPE0oiqSeI/AAAAAAAABbo/6sJws981JHg/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPE0oiqSeI/AAAAAAAABbo/6sJws981JHg/s320/DSC01738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333322792251836898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, anak aku mmg suka betul dgn rambut baru dia. Aku pun suka..nampak kemas dan cute gitu..hehe. Takdela messy sgt sbb tak sekata kan. Ni dah rata dan teratur. Tak payah ikat pun takpe, since dia mmg tak suka ikat rambut or pakai hair pin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPE0l05KwI/AAAAAAAABbw/sf4QhqPNedU/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPE0l05KwI/AAAAAAAABbw/sf4QhqPNedU/s320/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333322791523003138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPE0olJi0I/AAAAAAAABb4/GRI418-y7V8/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPE0olJi0I/AAAAAAAABb4/GRI418-y7V8/s320/DSC01746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333322792262273858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku suka salon ni sbb org2 kat situ saaaangat friendly. And kedai dia pun bersih berkilat2. Not to mention the toilet, siap ada pasu bunga besar lagik dlm tuh. Hahaha. Everytime  aku buat rebonding kat sini bertahun2 dulu, tokey dia akan siap gi belikan aku roti lagi. Maklumlah kan, rebonding kan ambik masa berjam2 nak siap. So dia takut aku pengsan kebuluran agaknye kot. Hehehe. Tapi all in all customer service dia mmg superb. Sbb tu kitorg mmg tak pernah tukar hair dresser. Setia okeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Abaikan gambar2 Sara yg mata pejam dan sembur air liur tuh. Ini style dia ambik gambar skrg...Haihhhhh, mcm2..&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/7282642246114872265-664693332502227339?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/664693332502227339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=664693332502227339&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/664693332502227339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/664693332502227339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/salon-day.html' title='Salon Day!!'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgPD60GggYI/AAAAAAAABa4/cEIPfLGfBoI/s72-c/DSC01722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7780506536817941581</id><published>2009-05-08T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:11:10.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She with her cousins</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8nMqjBmI/AAAAAAAABag/ivLu1UYjT3M/s1600-h/DSC01692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8nMqjBmI/AAAAAAAABag/ivLu1UYjT3M/s320/DSC01692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333313765337400930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saja nak tunjuk gambar2 mesra alam Maisara dgn cousins dia, Aiman &amp;amp; Ilham. Kiranya sekarang ni bespren dia adalah si Aiman tu. (anak aku ni agaknya mmg ditakdirkan utk ber-bespren dgn org nama Aiman kot..kat DK pun Aiman, kat sini pun Aiman..heheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6NOSxNII/AAAAAAAABZo/2nkJBq6xe8c/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6NOSxNII/AAAAAAAABZo/2nkJBq6xe8c/s320/DSC01204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333311120074683522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6Nd-RjFI/AAAAAAAABZw/miEV2Y2OdX4/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6Nd-RjFI/AAAAAAAABZw/miEV2Y2OdX4/s320/DSC01199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333311124283690066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8m05-OEI/AAAAAAAABaQ/j4dZRxh9IEM/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8m05-OEI/AAAAAAAABaQ/j4dZRxh9IEM/s320/DSC01687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333313758959646786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8nvgGirI/AAAAAAAABaw/CRUoX_705zg/s1600-h/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8nvgGirI/AAAAAAAABaw/CRUoX_705zg/s320/DSC01698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333313774688832178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yg korang tgk ni gambar2 mesra alam je tau. Diulangi, MESRA ALAM. Gambar time tak mesra alam aku tak snap sbb slalunya masa tu dgn aku skali bz samada tgh membebel kat Maisara or tgh dok setel apa2 masalah diorg. Normally masalahnya berebut barang la..Apa lagi kan masalah besar utk budak2 umur 3 tahun nie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6NrSkniI/AAAAAAAABZ4/hrjhllOrgMA/s1600-h/DSC01676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6NrSkniI/AAAAAAAABZ4/hrjhllOrgMA/s320/DSC01676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333311127858486818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8nGniAEI/AAAAAAAABaY/OdnyGpckaZ0/s1600-h/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8nGniAEI/AAAAAAAABaY/OdnyGpckaZ0/s320/DSC01690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333313763714138178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6N9lApPI/AAAAAAAABaI/KxybGVCPhgE/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6N9lApPI/AAAAAAAABaI/KxybGVCPhgE/s320/DSC01686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333311132767659250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ilham ni pulak adik kepada Aiman. Sangat handsome okke...Baikkk je budaknye.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6NuKeSvI/AAAAAAAABaA/r0pKdzWuGEs/s1600-h/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO6NuKeSvI/AAAAAAAABaA/r0pKdzWuGEs/s320/DSC01678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333311128629824242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8nczC7pI/AAAAAAAABao/cprhwfM-Jjk/s1600-h/DSC01693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8nczC7pI/AAAAAAAABao/cprhwfM-Jjk/s320/DSC01693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333313769668013714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7780506536817941581?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7780506536817941581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7780506536817941581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7780506536817941581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7780506536817941581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-with-her-cousins.html' title='She with her cousins'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgO8nMqjBmI/AAAAAAAABag/ivLu1UYjT3M/s72-c/DSC01692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7166596282763750076</id><published>2009-05-08T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:47:21.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marche</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner in KL. Last 2 Saturdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc9_-lrFI/AAAAAAAABZA/bb5CnBoEY4M/s1600-h/DSC01677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc9_-lrFI/AAAAAAAABZA/bb5CnBoEY4M/s320/DSC01677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333278972696702034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku saja je ambik &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gambar makanan sbb aku taknak le biarkan kawan2 tersayang aku mcm Puan Adie kat DK and Puan Farah di Jeddah tuh terliur pulak. Hehhehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, mmg meja kitorg penuh malam tu. Dengan pizza, sosej, pancake, grill set, mcm2 la..Aku punya strawberry milkshake mmg heaven habis. Sedaaaaaaaap sangat...Kiranya sengkak abis lah malam tu. Hahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak aku? Hmm..dia tak berminat nak makan langsung malam tu. Apa dia buat?? Tengokla sendiri...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc-NHn8dI/AAAAAAAABZI/5Rdqr9LoQZA/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc-NHn8dI/AAAAAAAABZI/5Rdqr9LoQZA/s320/DSC01679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333278976224260562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc-dIjpuI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Ijd4WGLuT9c/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc-dIjpuI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Ijd4WGLuT9c/s320/DSC01680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333278980523140834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And ni satu lagi beverage dia yg marvellous. Mocha latte. The best ever yg aku pernah minum. Ekceli yg ni daddy punya. Tapi since dah sedapp sgt, aku minum almost 3/4 drp mug tuh. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc-XRRdXI/AAAAAAAABZY/ASFawJ0KK_E/s1600-h/DSC01682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc-XRRdXI/AAAAAAAABZY/ASFawJ0KK_E/s320/DSC01682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333278978949084530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak lupa ucapan TERIMA KASIH banyak2 kepada tukang belanja malam tu. Best..sedap. Tenkiu, tocey, nandre..heheh..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc-pda4PI/AAAAAAAABZg/ouVpkb1lRG8/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc-pda4PI/AAAAAAAABZg/ouVpkb1lRG8/s320/DSC01683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333278983831871730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7166596282763750076?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7166596282763750076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7166596282763750076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7166596282763750076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7166596282763750076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/05/marche.html' title='Marche'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SgOc9_-lrFI/AAAAAAAABZA/bb5CnBoEY4M/s72-c/DSC01677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-2490406402282834430</id><published>2009-04-22T12:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:19:47.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Star..</title><content type='html'>Peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, go to your nearest petrol kiosk and grab a copy of The Star today. Or you can just take a copy sent in to your office (kalau ofis langgan The Star ler..kalau langgan Metro tak dapek nak nolong eh, hehehe). Turn to page N41 and locate an article sent in by P2G. Cut the article nicely and frame it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was sent by me &amp;amp; daddy!!! Hehehe. Mcm riak la pulak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent it yesterday and kaboosshh, its published today. Pepagi lagi aku gi beli The Star tadik. Ingatkan takkan la depa nak publish cepat mcm nie kan..Rupanya sangkaanku salah sekali..hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go and read it. Oh and for those of you who don't have a copy of The Star today, you can read it &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/4/22/focus/3739668&amp;amp;sec=focus"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, gonna continue reading my newspaper. Asyik belek artikel tu je dr tadi. Aku ingat nak frame lah.. Hahahahhaa. Poyo gilerrrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-2490406402282834430?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2490406402282834430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=2490406402282834430&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2490406402282834430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2490406402282834430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/star.html' title='The Star..'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-4704669798708939746</id><published>2009-04-19T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:10:19.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stowbewwy..</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa daddy dok dukung2 rock melon kat jusco tadi, Maisara ternampak strawberry. Susah nak cari strawberry kat sini. Kalau ada pun selalunya yg imported dan mahal giloss. Standard harga strawberry kat Jusco nih dlm rm40 sekilo. Time nampak jual slalunya kitorg akan belikan sbb Maisara suka gila buah nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses-dCa6LdI/AAAAAAAABYo/23v15kM5wn8/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses-dCa6LdI/AAAAAAAABYo/23v15kM5wn8/s320/DSC01646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326419652882607570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadi lak kebetulan ada offer. Strawberry imported from Korea,  rm8.90 utk 250 g. Kesian pulak tgk muka seposen anak aku mintak stowbewwy. Lagipun dah lama tak nampak jual kat jusco. Aku pun ambikla sepeket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses-dcEh5LI/AAAAAAAABYw/TnNMSKm7DGE/s1600-h/DSC01649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses-dcEh5LI/AAAAAAAABYw/TnNMSKm7DGE/s320/DSC01649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326419659768063154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun dari nap dia je tadi terus mintak nak makan strawberry. Sekotak tu sekali hadap je dia sorang makan. Yezza, dia sorang je ok. Aku sempat pau seketul je. Lepas tu nak ambik lagi dia marah. Hahahahah. Takpelah, sayang anak punya pasal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses-deVzkZI/AAAAAAAABY4/tCk09P2eTaQ/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses-deVzkZI/AAAAAAAABY4/tCk09P2eTaQ/s320/DSC01650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326419660377395602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: time2 ni lah terasa bestnya duduk CPH. strawberry tuh melambak2 murah2 dan sedap2 lak tuh..huhu...&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/7282642246114872265-4704669798708939746?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4704669798708939746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=4704669798708939746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4704669798708939746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4704669798708939746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/stowbewwy.html' title='Stowbewwy..'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses-dCa6LdI/AAAAAAAABYo/23v15kM5wn8/s72-c/DSC01646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-3878450704265263768</id><published>2009-04-19T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:04:03.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terbongkang</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pukul 10 lebih mcm tu kami pun bertolak balik dah. Masa tu matahari dah memancar2. Kepala dah pening2 lalat. Badan dah bau haringgg dah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses9LsVQe5I/AAAAAAAABYY/71GPt6Dlxqo/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses9LsVQe5I/AAAAAAAABYY/71GPt6Dlxqo/s320/DSC01620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326418255383919506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tapi sebelum balik rumah, kitorg singgah kat Jusco dulu utk buat groceries sikit. Minggu ni tak banyak barang nak kena beli. Setakat susu segar, sosej, buah2 gitu je. So, kejap je lah trip ke Jusco kali nih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik je rumah, Maisara kena paksa mandi. Lepas mandi tu, tak sempat lunch or minum susu, dia dah terbongkang tido. Letih betul anak dara aku tadi...Mana taknye, sakan berlari tak ingat dunia. Lama gak dia tido...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses9L_1dTEI/AAAAAAAABYg/CFTdHBWP5js/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses9L_1dTEI/AAAAAAAABYg/CFTdHBWP5js/s320/DSC01645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326418260619250754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-3878450704265263768?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3878450704265263768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=3878450704265263768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3878450704265263768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3878450704265263768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/terbongkang.html' title='Terbongkang'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Ses9LsVQe5I/AAAAAAAABYY/71GPt6Dlxqo/s72-c/DSC01620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-3368083749422296035</id><published>2009-04-19T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:20:35.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly memon fly!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah puas main playground barulah daddy ajak main kite. Tu pun sbb masa tu baru terasa mcm berangin sikit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, excited sungguh anak dara tuh nak main kite for the first time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy0spQB-I/AAAAAAAABXw/DW2KHgklwD8/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy0spQB-I/AAAAAAAABXw/DW2KHgklwD8/s320/DSC01606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326406865214506978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy054ZDZI/AAAAAAAABX4/vjOFIV-jvkE/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy054ZDZI/AAAAAAAABX4/vjOFIV-jvkE/s320/DSC01608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326406868767673746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiap2 kali doraemon dia mencium tanah, tiap kali tu jugaklah dia akan membebel kat aku dgn daddy dia. Ahakzzz! Daddy dgn mommy dah lama tak main kite lah. Tapi kiranya skill mommy lagik power drp daddy tau..Daddy punya terbang kejap je..pastu dusyum terjun. Hahahhahaha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy0yJhFMI/AAAAAAAABYA/bL0UeQ3dv40/s1600-h/DSC01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy0yJhFMI/AAAAAAAABYA/bL0UeQ3dv40/s320/DSC01609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326406866692019394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy1L34-8I/AAAAAAAABYI/7n_LfIggKQw/s1600-h/DSC01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy1L34-8I/AAAAAAAABYI/7n_LfIggKQw/s320/DSC01612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326406873597410242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy1LMy--I/AAAAAAAABYQ/_yk4rrZhfPg/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy1LMy--I/AAAAAAAABYQ/_yk4rrZhfPg/s320/DSC01613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326406873416661986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-3368083749422296035?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3368083749422296035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=3368083749422296035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3368083749422296035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3368083749422296035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly-memon-fly.html' title='Fly memon fly!!'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesy0spQB-I/AAAAAAAABXw/DW2KHgklwD8/s72-c/DSC01606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-2389301403609878463</id><published>2009-04-19T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:03:51.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main playground</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah puas jogging, dia mintak nak main kat playground pulak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan gambar je lah yea, penat nak menglipur lara...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu9vqoWgI/AAAAAAAABXI/ljvoS__LY7I/s1600-h/DSC01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu9vqoWgI/AAAAAAAABXI/ljvoS__LY7I/s320/DSC01594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402622597913090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu9g2Yo0I/AAAAAAAABXQ/VEH2dVLmaS8/s1600-h/DSC01596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu9g2Yo0I/AAAAAAAABXQ/VEH2dVLmaS8/s320/DSC01596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402618620683074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu9w4dhRI/AAAAAAAABXY/WocuNToap3w/s1600-h/DSC01598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu9w4dhRI/AAAAAAAABXY/WocuNToap3w/s320/DSC01598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402622924358930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu9-4H1JI/AAAAAAAABXg/5gPUZz6wDsU/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu9-4H1JI/AAAAAAAABXg/5gPUZz6wDsU/s320/DSC01599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402626681033874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu-EEIBGI/AAAAAAAABXo/SVEXOKDjndE/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu-EEIBGI/AAAAAAAABXo/SVEXOKDjndE/s320/DSC01602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402628073555042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-2389301403609878463?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2389301403609878463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=2389301403609878463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2389301403609878463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2389301403609878463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/main-playground.html' title='Main playground'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesu9vqoWgI/AAAAAAAABXI/ljvoS__LY7I/s72-c/DSC01594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5060337706087594591</id><published>2009-04-19T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:58:30.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking a sweat</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas perut dah kenyang, daddy pun bagilah idea utk berjogging. Memandangkan aku tak pakai kasut yg sesuai, jadi aku telah ditugaskan utk jadik porter kpd 2 org atlet aku nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-YnvXYI/AAAAAAAABWI/yG7PeUGdijw/s1600-h/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-YnvXYI/AAAAAAAABWI/yG7PeUGdijw/s320/DSC01559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400434568387970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anak aku sikit punya dasat stamina dia. Lari (lari yea, bukan jogging dah) sikit punya laju. Sampai mengah2 daddy dia. Hahahah..Asal daddy stop je, dia akan suruh daddy jogging lagi. Bagus nih buat Maisara jadik trainer daddy. Kasik "turun" sket perut yg dok naik tuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-4qiZJI/AAAAAAAABWo/ibJuQgjGiv0/s1600-h/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-4qiZJI/AAAAAAAABWo/ibJuQgjGiv0/s320/DSC01578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400443170055314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesthtthkEI/AAAAAAAABWw/_B8rttoxsqM/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesthtthkEI/AAAAAAAABWw/_B8rttoxsqM/s320/DSC01582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326401041525215298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmg jauh jugakla daddy kena jogging dipaksa dek Maisara. Anak aku lak sampai peluh mencurah2, muka dah merah2 pun tak reti2 penat. Gumbira ria dia dok berlari dalam tuh. Yelah kan, bukan senang nak lepas bebas mcm ni selalu. Kat kawasan ni mmg khas utk org beriadah, kiranya kenderaan mmg tak boleh masuk. Jadi, selamat la nak lepas anak2 berlari larian di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil2 jogging tu, bila jumpa port menarik utk eksesais, kami stop kejap. Aku rasa ok jugakla taman nie. Dahla free, ada mcm2 facilities. Siap ada machine eksesais mcm ala-ala kat gym gituh. Hehehe. Bolehla kan..nama pun GRATIS..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-QDihEI/AAAAAAAABWQ/xcSYaUIZLbM/s1600-h/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-QDihEI/AAAAAAAABWQ/xcSYaUIZLbM/s320/DSC01562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400432269067330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-y_uEnI/AAAAAAAABWg/MfcVtH07NPA/s1600-h/DSC01566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-y_uEnI/AAAAAAAABWg/MfcVtH07NPA/s320/DSC01566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400441648288370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-pVlTQI/AAAAAAAABWY/paznT_WTbno/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-pVlTQI/AAAAAAAABWY/paznT_WTbno/s320/DSC01563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400439055633666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesth9pWN0I/AAAAAAAABXA/v-RDfQEO6bQ/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesth9pWN0I/AAAAAAAABXA/v-RDfQEO6bQ/s320/DSC01589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326401045802661698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walaupun aku hanya berjalan mengikut dari belakang, sengal jugakla rasa kaki nih. Maklumlah kan, dah lama tak beriadah. Semenjak kasut jogging aku dirembat org, belum beli2 ganti lagi..Tapi rasanya banyak jugakla kalori aku terbakar hari ni. Hahahhaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5060337706087594591?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5060337706087594591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5060337706087594591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5060337706087594591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5060337706087594591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-sweat.html' title='Breaking a sweat'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sess-YnvXYI/AAAAAAAABWI/yG7PeUGdijw/s72-c/DSC01559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-3582371962583512487</id><published>2009-04-19T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:45:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic on a Sunday morning</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tadi bangun2 tido je Maisara terus tanya "Bila nak main kite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since semalam daddy dah janji nak bawak dia pi main kite pagi ni, kami pun decided utk pegi picnic je terus kat taman tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lps siap buat laundry semua, dlm kul 8 mcm tu kami pun keluar rumah. Sampai sana je org memang dah ramai gilerrrr. Kebanyakannya dtg utk joging dan main badminton. Kami je yg dtg utk melantak. Hahahah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqgjH-YKI/AAAAAAAABV8/7-r7ELR-iJg/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqgjH-YKI/AAAAAAAABV8/7-r7ELR-iJg/s320/DSC01591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397722968613026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqDKNQ7ZI/AAAAAAAABVM/L3GtT7Qp7ow/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqDKNQ7ZI/AAAAAAAABVM/L3GtT7Qp7ow/s320/DSC01575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397218063707538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sempat la ronda2 kejap taman tu cari port utk makan. Rupa2nya besar giler taman nih. Kat belah belakang tu ada banyak wakaf yg disponsor oleh beberapa Majlis Perbandaran bandar2 di johor nih. Siap ada 2 tasik buatan manusia lagi. Tapi takde itik la mcm kat Denmark. Huhu..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqC2NloGI/AAAAAAAABVE/a9Q4M6RySWY/s1600-h/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqC2NloGI/AAAAAAAABVE/a9Q4M6RySWY/s320/DSC01572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397212696354914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqDbKHESI/AAAAAAAABVk/TJF8gX7ifbE/s1600-h/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqDbKHESI/AAAAAAAABVk/TJF8gX7ifbE/s320/DSC01584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397222613881122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqgXd0n4I/AAAAAAAABV0/ZyNQBbmQ_jE/s1600-h/DSC01586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqgXd0n4I/AAAAAAAABV0/ZyNQBbmQ_jE/s320/DSC01586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397719839022978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesqgb57n4I/AAAAAAAABVs/f6CmTyzW8VA/s1600-h/DSC01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesqgb57n4I/AAAAAAAABVs/f6CmTyzW8VA/s320/DSC01585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397721030664066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqDNIc3CI/AAAAAAAABVU/5H2W79PKVLs/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqDNIc3CI/AAAAAAAABVU/5H2W79PKVLs/s320/DSC01580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397218848824354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas jumpa port yg sesuai, apalagik..sappedek laaaa..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesm3opN9kI/AAAAAAAABUk/DHfrXnYTXH8/s1600-h/DSC01544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesm3opN9kI/AAAAAAAABUk/DHfrXnYTXH8/s320/DSC01544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326393721540703810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesm3jotssI/AAAAAAAABUs/uxwUIbIBQiM/s1600-h/DSC01547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesm3jotssI/AAAAAAAABUs/uxwUIbIBQiM/s320/DSC01547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326393720196412098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesm3wFyVCI/AAAAAAAABU0/iEuNUiOX80Q/s1600-h/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesm3wFyVCI/AAAAAAAABU0/iEuNUiOX80Q/s320/DSC01550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326393723539575842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesm35wVKOI/AAAAAAAABU8/nJWEw8CnsGA/s1600-h/DSC01556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesm35wVKOI/AAAAAAAABU8/nJWEw8CnsGA/s320/DSC01556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326393726133938402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-3582371962583512487?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3582371962583512487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=3582371962583512487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3582371962583512487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/3582371962583512487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/picnic-on-sunday-morning.html' title='Picnic on a Sunday morning'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesqgjH-YKI/AAAAAAAABV8/7-r7ELR-iJg/s72-c/DSC01591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-8369644805507364841</id><published>2009-04-19T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:11:50.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa kat taman semalam tuh, ada ramai jugak org dok main layang-layang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan masa dok berjalan nak balik tu, tetiba Maisara cakap "Mommy, nak kite". Adehla budak nih...Memula daddy mcm malas nak layan tapi dia dok sebut tuuuuuu je. Dan kebetulan pulak dok lalu kat depan gerai jual kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia dah serbu gerai tu dah, dok belek kite2 yg tergantung kat situ. Nak tak nak, terpaksa lah daddy seluk duit dlm poket dia. Hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Seshp3fD8nI/AAAAAAAABUU/WIbQyxaqDnY/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Seshp3fD8nI/AAAAAAAABUU/WIbQyxaqDnY/s320/DSC01539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326387987448328818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorg beli kite yg kecik je. Amoi tuh tunjuk gambar banyak jenis kite, saiz yg sama, design je tak sama. Ada design spongebob dgn mickey mouse gak. Memula ingat nak ambik yg tu, tapi lawaknya, harga dia rm10 sedangkan jenis lain yg gambar doraemon ke teletubbies ke rm5 je. Nampak sgt amoi tu nak ambik kesempatan kat budak2 nih. So, daddy pun settle dgn gambar doraemon je.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeshqT8bxFI/AAAAAAAABUc/qw1Cx1xIKik/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeshqT8bxFI/AAAAAAAABUc/qw1Cx1xIKik/s320/DSC01543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326387995087717458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-8369644805507364841?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8369644805507364841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=8369644805507364841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8369644805507364841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8369644805507364841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/kite.html' title='Kite'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Seshp3fD8nI/AAAAAAAABUU/WIbQyxaqDnY/s72-c/DSC01539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1461158362304632084</id><published>2009-04-19T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:57:01.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hutan Bandar MPJBT</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang semalam memandangkan cuaca yg ala-ala mendung tapi panas tahap maksima, kami decide utk bawak Maisara pegi survey Hutan Bandar MPJBT yg baru bukak tuh. Tempat ni dekat je dgn rumah kitorg, dari Taman U tu lalu ikut Mutiara Rini then ikut jalan nak ke Lima Kedai. Ada traffic light, belok kiri. Taman tu kat sebelah kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month kalau tak silap aku Tun Jeanne ada mai buat perasmian sempena hari landskap negara kalo tak silap. Taman ni pun under Jabatan Landskap Negara kalau tak silap aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorg sampai dalam pukul 5 lebih mcm tu. Manusia punyala ramai. Nak parking pun susah. Tapi memang best jugakla taman nih. Ada playground yg besaq utk budak2, ada tempat lepak2, ada trek jogging, ada mcm2lah..tempat merendek pun ada jugak tapi ada melambak2 signboard kat situ tulih "Dilarang berkelakuan sumbang". Hehehe. So, paham2 sendiri la yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sebelum datang sini kami singgah beli eskrim dulu. Sementara eskrim tu dok mencair, Maisara dah tergedik2 nak pi main "wee" (term dia utk slide). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SescQ3Gq5kI/AAAAAAAABSs/4R-GXmNT7WM/s1600-h/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SescQ3Gq5kI/AAAAAAAABSs/4R-GXmNT7WM/s320/DSC01519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326382060291155522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SescRXkSJgI/AAAAAAAABTM/_6rNhOuCoM8/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SescRXkSJgI/AAAAAAAABTM/_6rNhOuCoM8/s320/DSC01523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326382069005297154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jadik lepas makan eskrim tu kami terus la bagi dia main. Kiranya semalam tak sempat nak explore taman ni betul2 sebab dok layan dia main slide. Benda lain dia tak nak main, OK. Dia nak slide jugak. Dan slide yg menarik minat dia of kos lah yg paaaaling tinggi dan paaling mencabar nak naik. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesd-QQqfAI/AAAAAAAABUM/FiEn-CMlVhU/s1600-h/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesd-QQqfAI/AAAAAAAABUM/FiEn-CMlVhU/s320/DSC01537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383939649698818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuak aku dok tahan bontot dia memanjat slide tu. Siap masa first time dia panjat naik tuh, dgn aku2 skali naik kat atas tuh. Takut weh tgk anak dara aku tu berani sgt. Tapi aku tgk dia rilek je...Tengokla dia dok beratur nak naik slide nih. Slide nih la yg plg gelemer kat taman nih setakat yg aku dok perati. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdcjOq2jI/AAAAAAAABTs/EVutaqkSf7E/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdcjOq2jI/AAAAAAAABTs/EVutaqkSf7E/s320/DSC01530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383360626055730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesd-MyMseI/AAAAAAAABT8/Ea8wa20cQu0/s1600-h/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesd-MyMseI/AAAAAAAABT8/Ea8wa20cQu0/s320/DSC01533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383938716611042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdchrorEI/AAAAAAAABT0/e6384zlxjbI/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdchrorEI/AAAAAAAABT0/e6384zlxjbI/s320/DSC01532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383360210676802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdcPTOCvI/AAAAAAAABTU/zD0II8pHKy4/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdcPTOCvI/AAAAAAAABTU/zD0II8pHKy4/s320/DSC01524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383355276430066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas tu kitorg layan dia main game2 lain sikit and dekat kul 7 mcm tu kami pun bertolaklah pulang ke rumah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdccAW-OI/AAAAAAAABTc/TbL5D7QWpwY/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdccAW-OI/AAAAAAAABTc/TbL5D7QWpwY/s320/DSC01527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383358686984418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdcXMCiOI/AAAAAAAABTk/LDr-5xXiqXo/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesdcXMCiOI/AAAAAAAABTk/LDr-5xXiqXo/s320/DSC01529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383357393799394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesd-DxTyKI/AAAAAAAABUE/kROOGrFAON4/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sesd-DxTyKI/AAAAAAAABUE/kROOGrFAON4/s320/DSC01536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383936296962210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1461158362304632084?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1461158362304632084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1461158362304632084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1461158362304632084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1461158362304632084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/hutan-bandar-mpjbt.html' title='Hutan Bandar MPJBT'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SescQ3Gq5kI/AAAAAAAABSs/4R-GXmNT7WM/s72-c/DSC01519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7675593798724559801</id><published>2009-04-19T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:33:21.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronda2 Bestmart</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa dok tunggu Suzi aku di-medical check-up kan, anak aku dah restless. Biasanya kitorg lepak kat waiting room je sambil dia tgk TV and aku baca paper. Tapi semalam ada satu family 3 org dok lepak situ dah. Anak aku ni kan "pemalu", jadinye dia tak mau duduk dlm tu walaupun makcik tu beria2 dok ajak dia duduk. Tapi dia takut gak duduk kat luar sbb dok dengar segala bunyi mesin dan dok tengok kereta2 kena junjung ke langit. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dia dah nak start buat perangai, Daddy pun ajak le kitorg gi jalan2 kat Bestmart sebelah tu. Sebenarnya ni second time kitorg masuk sini. Tu pun sbb dah tak tau nak buat apa sambil menunggu. Aku kureng sikit kat sini sbb bila masuk2 je terus terasa mcm duduk di Hong Kong. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesK0EHMBgI/AAAAAAAABSc/r9v19bX3dwA/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesK0EHMBgI/AAAAAAAABSc/r9v19bX3dwA/s320/DSC01511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326362873869108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dlm dok jalan2 tuh mata aku ternampak set pinggan mangkuk melamin utk bebudak. Belek punya belek mcm cute pulak. Anak aku dah tergedik2 dah..So, kitorg pun terjah le masuk kedai hardware tuh. Aku pun taktau nak klasifikasikan kedai ni sebagai kedai apa. Sebab segala benda dia jual. Dari pinggan mangkuk, ke periuk belanga, ke ornaments kecik2, ke drill, skru, sabun basuh suma ada.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesKzwx6QeI/AAAAAAAABSM/A7wl-BJhTH8/s1600-h/DSC01509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesKzwx6QeI/AAAAAAAABSM/A7wl-BJhTH8/s320/DSC01509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326362868679590370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesKz1ySNXI/AAAAAAAABSU/bOHkQIYcwz4/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesKz1ySNXI/AAAAAAAABSU/bOHkQIYcwz4/s320/DSC01510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326362870023337330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dah dok ronda2 tuh, si Maisara tetiba dok mengamuk nak beli penapis. Ntah hape hangin dia dok paksa aku beli penapis plastik tuh. Daripada merepek beli penapis tuh, aku pun suruh la dia pilih set mangkuk melamin tuh. Kebetulan pulak aku ternampak payung yg sangat besar dan sturdy dia jual kat situ. Harga boleh tahan, 16 hengget je. Saiz mcm payung golf gituh. Kami mmg dok mencari payung besar pun. Cuaca kat JB nih tak boleh diagak. Kejap hujan lebat, kejap panas. Selama ni dok pakai payung samsonite aku yg cinonet tuh je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, kami pun rembat lah payung tu dan mangkuk melamin tuh utk Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesK1b8NBpI/AAAAAAAABSk/tDBe74sBzXw/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesK1b8NBpI/AAAAAAAABSk/tDBe74sBzXw/s320/DSC01516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326362897445357202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya, aku pun taktau nape aku dok merepek nih. Hahahahha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7675593798724559801?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7675593798724559801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7675593798724559801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7675593798724559801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7675593798724559801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/ronda2-bestmart.html' title='Ronda2 Bestmart'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SesK0EHMBgI/AAAAAAAABSc/r9v19bX3dwA/s72-c/DSC01511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-2953187581064349456</id><published>2009-04-18T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:49:38.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Suzi</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni dah cukup Suzi aku tuh 20,000km. Jadinye, kenalah pegi servis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenztfQkf5I/AAAAAAAABSE/R5mAzd5-1vU/s1600-h/DSC01512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenztfQkf5I/AAAAAAAABSE/R5mAzd5-1vU/s320/DSC01512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055997152984978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kejap je dah 20,000km kami lanyak Suzi tuh. Patutnya dia estimate 20,000km@ 12 months tapi kami dlm 6 bulan je. Hahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pagi tadi lepas breakfast kami pun pergilah ke servis center dia. Ala, tak jauh mana pun dengan rumah. Dekat dgn Bestmart je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenztNz_bgI/AAAAAAAABR8/dBpHdvZ4Q_Y/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenztNz_bgI/AAAAAAAABR8/dBpHdvZ4Q_Y/s320/DSC01513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055992469712386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-2953187581064349456?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2953187581064349456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=2953187581064349456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2953187581064349456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2953187581064349456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-suzi.html' title='My Suzi'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenztfQkf5I/AAAAAAAABSE/R5mAzd5-1vU/s72-c/DSC01512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1485562420199062171</id><published>2009-04-18T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:32:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her breakfast</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun pagi2 tadi anak aku mintak nak brush teeth. Aku memula dlm mamai2 tuh dah konfius. Pehal budak ni rajin benor nak gosok gigi tanpa dipaksa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupa2nya lepas je gosok gigi, dia gi bedal mentos sebijik pastu dok korek mamee kat dapur. Lapar agaknye budak nie. Padahal blom kul 8 pagi pun. Aku lak dok sibuk layan THS:Friends kat E! pepagi buta. Hahaha. Slalunya pagi2 hari minggu lepas semayang subuh aku suka tgk rancangan Tanya Ustaz kat TV9. Memula aku layan yg tu tapi bila dok channel surf terjumpa lak rancangan THS:Friends tu. Terus melekat..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenxwsAT56I/AAAAAAAABR0/uUO7Z7DuxtM/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenxwsAT56I/AAAAAAAABR0/uUO7Z7DuxtM/s320/DSC01503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326053853090801570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa2 pun, korang layanla gambar anak aku makan mamee pepagi buta. Aku saja paksa suh dia makan kat dapur sebab semalam aku baaaaru je vacuum rumah. Tak kose ler nak vacuum lagi hari ni. Hari ni cuti maaaa..Goyang kaki laa.. Hahahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1485562420199062171?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1485562420199062171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1485562420199062171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1485562420199062171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1485562420199062171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/her-breakfast.html' title='Her breakfast'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenxwsAT56I/AAAAAAAABR0/uUO7Z7DuxtM/s72-c/DSC01503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1488381692579866167</id><published>2009-04-18T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:23:27.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PANAS! PANAS!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..jangan salah faham ye dgn tajuk propa aku tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak dua menjak ni cuaca kat JB nih sangatla panas. Korang tengoklah sendiri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam @ 4pm: 36 degree C&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenvV1LhNoI/AAAAAAAABRc/541PcVeIWHM/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenvV1LhNoI/AAAAAAAABRc/541PcVeIWHM/s320/DSC01501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326051192674006658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pagi tadi @ 10am: 31 degree C &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenvV4sV9lI/AAAAAAAABRk/9YDrhhgiIvg/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenvV4sV9lI/AAAAAAAABRk/9YDrhhgiIvg/s320/DSC01506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326051193616987730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kat umah cik mek nih mmg aku bogelkan aje (ahakz, 3/4 bogel je..). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenvWJYtxeI/AAAAAAAABRs/cHUYxu5t5e0/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenvWJYtxeI/AAAAAAAABRs/cHUYxu5t5e0/s320/DSC01517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326051198098064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Panas berbahang dan angin setitik pun takde. Bayangkanla 2 kipas siling kat hall ni full swing, campur table fan lagik dok bekerja tanpa henti. Malam2 pun panas...Adoi, masa2 ni la aku paling rindu kat life aku di CPH. Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Sejuk sgt salah, panas sangat salah, apa nak jadik dengan aku nie..haha&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/7282642246114872265-1488381692579866167?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1488381692579866167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1488381692579866167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1488381692579866167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1488381692579866167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/panas-panas.html' title='PANAS! PANAS!!'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SenvV1LhNoI/AAAAAAAABRc/541PcVeIWHM/s72-c/DSC01501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-9002723084762220068</id><published>2009-04-17T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:56:15.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makan kaca</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened like 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she came back from the playground all sweaty and thirsty. She asked for some water and I gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly...I noticed that the glass was broken with pieces of it stucked in between her lips!! Hadoila, nak luruh jantung mommy tengok. Then I slowly (after my hysterical screaming of course) asked her to spit out the glass pieces while checking her mouth. Alhamdulillah, there was no cut or bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SegljhAGbII/AAAAAAAABRM/U2VTi_9VAZk/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SegljhAGbII/AAAAAAAABRM/U2VTi_9VAZk/s320/DSC01434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325547851450051714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy checked the glass with the pieces and everything was there. That means, she didn't swallow any of the pieces. Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Seglji_3w1I/AAAAAAAABRU/jea_ZKfG_dw/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Seglji_3w1I/AAAAAAAABRU/jea_ZKfG_dw/s320/DSC01433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325547851985961810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa ni dia nangis bukan sbb sakit or apa, tapi sebab telinga dia telah dijentik oleh daddy (nampak dak telinga dia merah?). Dia ni sensitif sikit kalau kena marah dengan daddy, sbb daddy jaaaarang marah dia. Tapi kalau dgn mommy, hmm..hampeh la dia nak heran. Hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/span&gt;: Jangan bagi anak anda terutamanya yg habit dia gigit puting, gigit straw, gigit gelas, minum drp &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GELAS FREE&lt;/span&gt;. Saya ulangi, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GELAS FREE&lt;/span&gt;. Gelas ni dapat bila beli fresh milk dutch lady. Mommy collect 3 bijik. Mmg rapuh gila. Satu pecah sbb Sara gigit. Satu lagi pecah sbb terlanggaq dgn pinggan. Ala..terlanggaq sikit ja dah berderai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-9002723084762220068?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/9002723084762220068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=9002723084762220068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9002723084762220068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/9002723084762220068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/makan-kaca.html' title='Makan kaca'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SegljhAGbII/AAAAAAAABRM/U2VTi_9VAZk/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7243879938691685666</id><published>2009-04-17T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:39:54.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambaq last weekend. Big boss kecik dok layan VCD dlm bilik aku sampai tertidoq. Tgklah kangkang tak ingat punyaaaa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SegjTngArfI/AAAAAAAABRE/AOGHPvxHaY4/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SegjTngArfI/AAAAAAAABRE/AOGHPvxHaY4/s320/DSC01455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325545379293343218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7243879938691685666?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7243879938691685666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7243879938691685666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7243879938691685666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7243879938691685666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-girl.html' title='My girl'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SegjTngArfI/AAAAAAAABRE/AOGHPvxHaY4/s72-c/DSC01455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-2276006673377146083</id><published>2009-04-13T16:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:43:15.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her first ever Barbie</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas kitorg selesai layan movie masa tu dah dekat kul 2. So, kitorg decide utk pegi solat dulu sebelum execute misi yg seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lepas solat, maka bermulalah misi seterusnya di Jusco Tebrau City tuh. Apa misinya? Haa..ni nak kabor nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya begini, minggu sebelum tu jiran aku bawak anak dia dtg main2 dgn Maisara. Kebetulan anak dia bawak patung barbie skali. Dahtu lak tertinggal patung tu kat rumah aku. Anak aku pulak dah buat mcm ala2 harta sendiri. Aku dah risau. Kang dibuatnya dia takmau pulangkan balik buat malu muka mommy dia je..hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nak dijadikan cerita, daddy pun bagitaulah anak dara dia yg nanti kami akan belikan dia barbie sekoq. Memandangkan mmg minggu tu nak tgk movie, so kami decide utk layan kat TGV Tebrau City lah sbb kat situ ada ToysrUs skali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, masuk saja ToysrUs Maisara dah lupa mission utk cari barbie. Dia sebok dok belek benda lain. Aku terpaksalah divertkan attention dia kat barbie tuh. Bila kat isle barbie je aku ambik le yg plg murah (hahahaha cheapskate betul kan mak dia nih), tapi dan dan tu dia kata "NO! I want this one.." dan dia ambik barbie rapunzel yg dok iklan kat tv tuh. "I want to cut her hair" Haiyyaaa..ni pengaruh iklan kuat sgt lah nie. Dahla ada sekoq je barbie dlm tu skali dgn beberapa strand rambut dan gunting. Harga pulak mahai, sampai rm90. Mcm tak berbaloi je utk budak kecik nih.  Dia dah dok dakap dah kotak tu. Aku dah pening..hmm..nak buat cemana nih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeL5Om8wqbI/AAAAAAAABQk/tOaeKLvTic4/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeL5Om8wqbI/AAAAAAAABQk/tOaeKLvTic4/s320/DSC01446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324091738874227122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu dok pujuk la jugak ambik yg lain, yg murah sket. Laki aku lagi lah. Dia dok pujuk ambik yg LAGI mahai. Yg tu ada sekoq barbie, ada baju, ada kasut, sikat, mcm2 lah. Dia tulis ada 21 pcs semua skali. Mahai dlm rm10 ja drp yg rapunzel tu. PUN dia takmau. Nak jugak2 yg rapunzel tuh. Tetiba dia ternampak play area kat dlm ToysrUs tu. Aku pun ambikla kesempatan suh dia letak balik barbie rapunzel tu and biaq dia main sat kat situ. Bila dah puas, kami pujuk dia ajak pi tgk kat dlm jusco pulak (dgn harapan jusco tak juai la yg rapunzel tu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila naik atas ja kat jusco, mak haiiiiii sebesaq2 alam poster barbie rapunzel tuh. Nasib baik mommy berjaya bagi sara mengelak dan teruih daddy tunjuk yg birthday set barbie. And fortunately, she said OK. Aha! Selamat duit daddy. Hahahhaha. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeL5Olrj4hI/AAAAAAAABQs/d7rai1EkQds/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeL5Olrj4hI/AAAAAAAABQs/d7rai1EkQds/s320/DSC01447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324091738533650962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lagipun mmg daddy cakap dia nak beli utk birthday present Maisara. So, sesuaila kan dgn birthday set nie. Dalam set tu ada barbie yg pakai dress yg sangat cantik, ada sikat dgn ada hair clip yg sama mcm barbie punya tapi saiz budak. Okla aku rasa utk beginner mcm anak aku nih. Aku risau gak bila tgk dia dok pulun sikat rambut barbie tuh. Sayang wehhhh..Hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, tapi tunggu sekejap..Sapa yg nak main barbie nie sebenarnya? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeL5Oy7XorI/AAAAAAAABQ0/qjz0I7_G1vA/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeL5Oy7XorI/AAAAAAAABQ0/qjz0I7_G1vA/s320/DSC01452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324091742089618098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeL5OyP7-0I/AAAAAAAABQ8/U4eZ9jXWbHg/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeL5OyP7-0I/AAAAAAAABQ8/U4eZ9jXWbHg/s320/DSC01453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324091741907450690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahahaha..ampunnn daddy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-2276006673377146083?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2276006673377146083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=2276006673377146083&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2276006673377146083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2276006673377146083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/her-first-ever-barbie.html' title='Her first ever Barbie'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SeL5Om8wqbI/AAAAAAAABQk/tOaeKLvTic4/s72-c/DSC01446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-2975546187608930195</id><published>2009-04-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:36:52.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic a.k.a Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged my babies to TGV last weekend to watch this movie. But I didn't put any high hopes after reading a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suam-suam kuku&lt;/span&gt; reviews in the newspaper and it was indeed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suam-suam kuku&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CZ152YVVbDE/SKRVXnuqOWI/AAAAAAAACJQ/aabApU4uIgE/S1600-R/confession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CZ152YVVbDE/SKRVXnuqOWI/AAAAAAAACJQ/aabApU4uIgE/S1600-R/confession.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Bruckheimer butchered the books! Arghh! Tensen aku dibuatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I understand his limitations. Of course the book version and the movie version will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the whole series of Shopaholics about 3 years ago. I just bought the latest one, Shopaholic and Baby last year and it was hillarious as ever. For those who've watched the movie and loved it (esp Cik Zura, aku tau hang suka movie tu), I would suggest you guys to read ALL the books and I bet you'll love Becky even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights from the books that were different from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Becky has already worked as a Financial Journalist on Successful Savings in LONDON and not on that Garden Magazine in NEW YORK (The 2nd book baru Becky pegi US)&lt;br /&gt;2. Luke was already the owner of Brandon Communication, an established and well known PR company at the time he met Becky.&lt;br /&gt;3. Becky &amp;amp; Derek Smeathe's relationship is very "special", they never met in person but the letters she sent to him was totally hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;4. Suze &amp;amp; Tarkie met only on the second book and they got married in the 3rd book (rasanya lah, dah ingat2 lupa)&lt;br /&gt;5. Alicia worked for Luke, not for Alette (and yes, she was a BIaTCh)&lt;br /&gt;6. Bruckheimer left out Danny, Becky's designer gay best friend cum neighbour in New York&lt;br /&gt;7. I underestimated Isla Fisher. She captured the "spirit" of Becky quite well.&lt;br /&gt;8. I was hoping for another Brit hunk like Hugh Grant to play Luke. Sighhh&lt;br /&gt;9. Leslie Bibb a.k.a Brooke McQueen fits the role of Alicia. She is sooo gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a good movie on its own but no way comparable with the books version. So, for you gals out there who fell in love with Becky in the movie, make sure you hit the bookstores and get ALL 5 of the Shopaholic Series. Once you started reading it, I bet that you won't wanna put it down even if you need to pee badly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few weeks ago The Star published an interview with Sophie Kinsella and she said that she misses Becky and hinted that the sixth book is on the way. Waaaaa.. I'm so excited and can't wait to read Becky's adventures with Luke and their newborn baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those who's wondering, Becky's never really..hmm..how should I put it? Remorse? Insaf? Oh, no..She's still the same old Becky, with a stinking rich husband. Hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-2975546187608930195?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2975546187608930195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=2975546187608930195&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2975546187608930195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2975546187608930195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-shopaholic-aka-secret.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic a.k.a Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CZ152YVVbDE/SKRVXnuqOWI/AAAAAAAACJQ/aabApU4uIgE/s72-Rc/confession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-2896349614354081576</id><published>2009-04-07T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:41:57.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy &amp; Daughter</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics taken somewhere last month. Rasanya masa weekend kot nih..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtjZe-t3mI/AAAAAAAABQU/XdBJpaGeuc4/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtjZe-t3mI/AAAAAAAABQU/XdBJpaGeuc4/s320/DSC01301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321956674132368994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtkNb308OI/AAAAAAAABQc/Mk1mcvYEH5k/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtkNb308OI/AAAAAAAABQc/Mk1mcvYEH5k/s320/DSC01425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321957566651363554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-2896349614354081576?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2896349614354081576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=2896349614354081576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2896349614354081576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/2896349614354081576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddy-daughter.html' title='Daddy &amp; Daughter'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtjZe-t3mI/AAAAAAAABQU/XdBJpaGeuc4/s72-c/DSC01301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7863998033914125174</id><published>2009-04-07T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:18:10.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maisara's 3rd Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan gambar je lah yea..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcwRMu2II/AAAAAAAABPE/vEzttbCX4RI/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcwRMu2II/AAAAAAAABPE/vEzttbCX4RI/s320/DSC01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949368988653698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night before..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcwcmFOvI/AAAAAAAABPM/DbErnCC9gFs/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcwcmFOvI/AAAAAAAABPM/DbErnCC9gFs/s320/DSC01313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949372047768306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dok "tolong" maktok wrap goodie bag. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcwtZx5mI/AAAAAAAABPU/lLkuBWng6PE/s1600-h/DSC01327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcwtZx5mI/AAAAAAAABPU/lLkuBWng6PE/s320/DSC01327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949376559572578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday girl on the morning of her day - baca newspaper (haha). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdFuYe4zI/AAAAAAAABP0/4zQLPAhT4jY/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdFuYe4zI/AAAAAAAABP0/4zQLPAhT4jY/s320/DSC01341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949737599820594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sdtcwg708oI/AAAAAAAABPc/iIKlnVFKLXw/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sdtcwg708oI/AAAAAAAABPc/iIKlnVFKLXw/s320/DSC01329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949373212717698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pretty princess dress was courtesy of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mommy Dila&lt;/span&gt; from CPH. Thanks for the lovely dress. She loved it so much. Siap jaga elok2 tak bagi food/air tumpah atas baju tu (of course dengan amaran keras drp mommy selang beberapa minit. hahah)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sdtcw42_yuI/AAAAAAAABPk/ZtPwsiTWKHs/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sdtcw42_yuI/AAAAAAAABPk/ZtPwsiTWKHs/s320/DSC01331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949379634907874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdFef71JI/AAAAAAAABPs/91-R4D7zrlk/s1600-h/DSC01336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdFef71JI/AAAAAAAABPs/91-R4D7zrlk/s320/DSC01336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949733336110226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdGNl2KNI/AAAAAAAABQM/jAxBEJu0Ojk/s1600-h/DSC01351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdGNl2KNI/AAAAAAAABQM/jAxBEJu0Ojk/s320/DSC01351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949745977370834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdFrmSzbI/AAAAAAAABP8/uVWGviwnOxk/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdFrmSzbI/AAAAAAAABP8/uVWGviwnOxk/s320/DSC01344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949736852442546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdFrNpw6I/AAAAAAAABQE/emcDCdIv_gU/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdFrNpw6I/AAAAAAAABQE/emcDCdIv_gU/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtdFrNpw6I/AAAAAAAABQE/emcDCdIv_gU/s320/DSC01346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949736749089698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7863998033914125174?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7863998033914125174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7863998033914125174&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7863998033914125174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7863998033914125174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/maisaras-3rd-birthday-bash.html' title='Maisara&apos;s 3rd Birthday Bash'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcwRMu2II/AAAAAAAABPE/vEzttbCX4RI/s72-c/DSC01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-4409146606270480438</id><published>2009-04-07T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:59:23.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2009</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We supported Earth Hour 2009 on 28th March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Jusco at 8.15 pm to buy some grilled chicken and discounted nasik lemak (hahaha poyo gila).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice candlelight dinner just the 3 of us. Chit chat, bergurau senda, bergelak ketawa dlm gelap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.15 pm Maisara tanya “Mommy, boleh bukak TV tak?” Hahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s our small contribution towards saving the world. We’ll definitely do a lot more to reduce global warming effect even if its just the 3 of us. Kalau semua org fikir “ala, apa je yg aku boleh buat, aku sorang je buat org lain tak buat”, habislah bumi ni satu hari nanti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcAZp6FXI/AAAAAAAABO8/83Gnl1WG2bk/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcAZp6FXI/AAAAAAAABO8/83Gnl1WG2bk/s320/DSC01414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321948546624787826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gambar ni sebenarnya dlm kegelapan. Tapi ntah kenapa flash aku jadik terang benderang so nampak mcm ada lampu.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtWjYMuvMI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ws0TtkzJk5E/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtWjYMuvMI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ws0TtkzJk5E/s320/DSC01415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321942550459628738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haaaa..ni baru suasana sebenar, tanpa flash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-4409146606270480438?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4409146606270480438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=4409146606270480438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4409146606270480438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/4409146606270480438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-hour-2009.html' title='Earth Hour 2009'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdtcAZp6FXI/AAAAAAAABO8/83Gnl1WG2bk/s72-c/DSC01414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-622892123179143951</id><published>2009-04-06T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:16:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ALIVE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeehaaaaa!! I'm now connected to the cyber world again. And no more from Dolphin CC. No more noisy game sounds, no more stinky farts, no more, no more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu je lah aku nak announce buat masa skrg. I'll update later. Now am going to watch Samantha Who, Amazing Race &amp;amp; House. Its Monday nite &amp;amp; I'll be glued to the TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Nope, we are not using Celcom anymore. Sudah putus chenta..&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/7282642246114872265-622892123179143951?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/622892123179143951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=622892123179143951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/622892123179143951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/622892123179143951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m ALIVE!!!!!'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7869236429461840052</id><published>2009-04-02T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:03:01.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Hols</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was a one-week school holiday in Malaysia. So, Maktok flew all the way from Kangar to JB to visit her grandaughter, courtesy of MakSu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319921685859229378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQolk6JXsI/AAAAAAAABNU/hKX1EZanZTs/s320/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maktok spent 1 week solely with Maisara. Maktoklah yg layan Maisara baca, solat, mandi, ngaji..kiranya sumelah. Maisara cari aku masa nak tidur je…&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319921688479218434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQoluqzOwI/AAAAAAAABNc/X4Or9lB0cZU/s320/DSC01288.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319921689576641682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQolywclJI/AAAAAAAABN0/nbjnYIzGGLs/s320/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922782444571794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQplaAdzJI/AAAAAAAABOE/ZhJBxdJrL24/s320/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319921689436060018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQolyO7eXI/AAAAAAAABNk/3PH69BjOtv8/s320/DSC01291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319921690689641314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQol25zm2I/AAAAAAAABNs/IEWX9bpx79o/s320/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922776269322738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQplDAK-fI/AAAAAAAABN8/5j5HUHzGo-I/s320/DSC01308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, since Maktok was here, we decided to hold a small party to celebrate Sara’s 3rd birthday. Ingatkan tahun ni no more parties tapi bila fikirkan first time Maktok nak celebrate birthday cucu dia, aku buat jugak. Plan asal nak buat party sekali dgn housewarming. Tapi akak yg kitorg selalu order food tuh balik kampung la pulak. So, guest list terpaksa dikecikkan sebab aku kena memasak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menu? Hmm.. Sama macam last year. Tapi last year kat CPH, so kira aci lah kan. Hahahahaah…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, I’ll post the pics of her party in my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the story. So, Maktok’s last day with us was the day afer Maisara’s birthday. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922783971734898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQplfskdXI/AAAAAAAABOM/Du5kRpgsDms/s320/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And as anticipated, berlakulah drama jerit menjerit dan meraung2. Anak aku tuh melalak2 nak ikut Maktok balik. “Aaaa nak ikut maktok! Nak ikut maktok naik eloplane!!!” &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922780710341746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQplTi_jHI/AAAAAAAABOU/QgSk2Qohz5w/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922786301334034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQploX_UhI/AAAAAAAABOc/6glPz8xRdes/s320/DSC01361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maktok terpaksa cepat2 board dan kitorg pun terpaksa lah pujuk dia memandangkan semua org dah dok belek budak nih. Akhirnya berjaya dirasuah dengan sepeket sweets baru senyap. Huhu..Tapi aku pun sedih tgk anak aku melalak mcm tu. Aku tau maktok pun sebak, sbb tu dia cepat2 kiss Sara and terus masuk. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922928089751090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQpt4k-3jI/AAAAAAAABOk/u75Xik76U-o/s320/DSC01363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cepatla maktok pencen..Boleh duduk dgn Sara lama2 sikit…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: This will be my last entry from this CC for today. Till then guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7869236429461840052?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7869236429461840052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7869236429461840052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7869236429461840052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7869236429461840052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-hols.html' title='School Hols'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQolk6JXsI/AAAAAAAABNU/hKX1EZanZTs/s72-c/DSC01276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7242119618218512137</id><published>2009-04-02T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:51:17.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak daraku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habit anak aku sekarang. Bila aku cakap “Go wash your face and get ready. We are going out to fetch daddy”&lt;br /&gt;Dan dan tu jugak dia akan ke dressing table aku dan mula menempek mekap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319914214246588546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQhyq-4III/AAAAAAAABNE/cREgKw21eCc/s320/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319914211650954370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQhyhUB5II/AAAAAAAABNM/ERYZAZwNEB4/s320/DSC01409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tgkla tu, semangat dia mencantikkan diri. Yg hitam kat pipi dia tu eyeshadow aku. Pandai lak tuh dia pilih eyeshadow EA aku. Tak ambik pulak eyeshadow murah yg colourful tuh. Aku pun taktau mana dia tau cara nak mekap. Padahal akulah manusia paling malas nak mekap. Kalau nak keluar ambik daddy slalu aku pakai bedak dgn lipgloss je. Nak ber-eyeshadow2 nih mintak mahapla. Alangkan keluar jalan2 pun aku tak mekap, inikan pulak nak drive dan duduk dlm kete je. Malas eden..Nasib baik lah aku dapat laki yg tengok “inner beauty” dan bukan kecantikan luaran semata2. Hahahah.. Geli je kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya aku ni mmg pemalas. Dan aku tak reti mekap pun. Kalau dah mekap jadik makin hodoh adala. Muahahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Posted from Dolphin CC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7242119618218512137?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7242119618218512137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7242119618218512137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7242119618218512137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7242119618218512137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/anak-daraku.html' title='Anak daraku'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SdQhyq-4III/AAAAAAAABNE/cREgKw21eCc/s72-c/DSC01405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-756550421078415075</id><published>2009-04-02T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:08:54.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celcom Broadband : No. 1 di Malaysia?</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from my sis 2 days ago. She is still somewhere in the middle of nowhere serving our nation (ayat poyo). The first word she uttered to me was : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Are you still alive?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I bet that’s what in everybody’s mind also since my “dissapearance” from the cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit : Celcom Broadband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service is getting from bad to worse. Previously we subscribed the Advance Package which costs us RM98 per month. The package promises “super duper” internet connection speed of 3.6Mbps (which is still considered as CIPUT compared to our internet speed in CPH – a whopping 20Mbps!). We’ve been subscribing to the package since October last year. The speed that we were able to receive was only 115Kbps which I still didn’t complaint as long as I can still connect and surf (walaupun slomo..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But currently for the past month since end of February, the service was slowly deteriorating. The signal comes and go, sometimes I’ll get disconnected for no reason. All of a sudden I couldn’t open my fav blogs, esp those blogs with lots of photos and such (mcm lagu ka, slide ka, teruih takleh bukak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it went from bad to worse when I can’t read my mails (I’m using Yahoo Mail). Sometimes I can’t even log on to Blogger and Facebook. As I am an avid jobseeker, it also frustrates me when I can no longer browse jobs thru jobstreet (walaupun Jobstreet sebenarnya mcm hampeh, tapi sbb takmo menghampakan diri sendiri…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to email Celcom CAREline for explanations. It took the CARING people at Celcom 1 week to reply to my mail. Yet it was a standard template mail I guess coz the answer was : “We are in the midst of upgrading our system”. So, I sent another email to them telling them that I want the so-called UPGRADING process to be accelerated since I’m using the internet for official matters as well as blogging (well, I didn’t actually write the blogging part. Haha). I got the reply 3 weeks later and I never bother to reply again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to cut the story short, last week we decided to downgrade our package from Advance to Basic. Basic package will cost only RM68 per month but the max speed is only 360Kbps. Its ok since we are getting 115Kbps pun..But, the worst thing happened last week. I can’t even connect to the internet. It kept saying “connection failure” and the suggestion was to contact my service provider. So, daddy contacted Celcom CAREline again thru their CARING 1-300 number. They were on the phone for about 20 mins with the operator listening to our problem and saying “&lt;em&gt;OK, sila tunggu sebentar sementara saya tanya pihak teknikal saya”&lt;/em&gt;. After listening to their lousy jingles for a few minutes, he’ll return to the line explaining what the technical staff explained to him (aku hangin je masa tu sbb kenapalah dia tak sambungkan je terus kami ke teknikal staff dia. Kan sonang keje..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When their suggestions didn’t work, daddy had to call again and another operator will answer and daddy had to repeat the problem all over again. Buang karen je..Today daddy will go to the Celcom Centre at Kempas. I wanted to go along tapi aku rasa biar daddy je lah pegi. Kang kecoh pulak satu ofis Celcom tuh. Dahla aku sgt2 terdesak untuk baca email sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I am currently blogging from Dolphin Cybercafe near my house. Bukan sebab aku dah kemaruk blogging (tapi yea pun..hehe), but I need to read an important e-mail hence the decision utk berkampung kat sini. Btw, ramainya bebudak kat sini. Aku ingatkan tak ramai org sbb pagi weekdays. Depa tak skolah ke??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Celcom Broadband No. 1 in Malaysia? – harrrkkkhhhhh ptuihhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Sapa kentut nih? Busuknyaaa..dahla dlm ekon...Arghhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-756550421078415075?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/756550421078415075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=756550421078415075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/756550421078415075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/756550421078415075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/04/celcom-broadband-no-1-di-malaysia.html' title='Celcom Broadband : No. 1 di Malaysia?'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1329450322204987715</id><published>2009-03-17T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:40:32.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Trip: Day 4 - Balik JB</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final day in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up our work and started our journey back to JB after Zuhur prayers. Cadangnye nak singgah kat Umbai makan ikan bakar tapi hujan selebat-lebatnya sepanjang jalan. Makanya, cadangan terpaksa ditunda ke suatu tarikh yg tak dapat ditentukan. hahahaha. Kempunan la aku nak makan siakap bakar yg sangat2 fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu eksiden berlaku masa on the way balik. I mean, literally an accident happened in front of our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu dah keluar highway skudai. Hujan lebat jugak walaupun tak selebat masa atas highway. Dah turun kat Jalan Senai tu kereta semua slow, dalam 60km/hr je. Daddy drive kat belakang satu Iswara merah nih. Masing2 drive slow dan dlm jarak yg selamat (about 5m apart from each other). Kat depan Iswara nih ada Viva satu. Biasalah kan, masa slow2 nih Viva tu ada tekan brek. Bukan brek emergency pun, maybe dia brek nak jauhkan sket lagi kete dia drp kete depan. Dia brek slow je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu Iswara kat depan kitorg tiba2 je buat emergency brek sampai ada bunyi screeching dan bontot dia mcm senget sket. Masa tu la daddy ke kiri. Then tiba2 je Iswara tu berpusing, langgar pokok kat divider jalan dan berpusing lagi. It all happened in a split second. Tak pepasal Iswara ni sengsorang dia buleh eksiden. Habih lampu depan, bumper, bonet suma hancur. Daddy ckp silap2 dgn radiator dia skali rosak. Mujurlah instinct daddy sgt kuat. Kalo tak, aku yg terbang dulu rasanya sbb masa tu aku tengah dgn CANTIKNYa dok menonggek ke blkg pasangkan CD utk Maisara. Kalo ikut hukum momentum mmg aku terpelanting ke luar le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu kitorg pun lalu je lah melepasi Iswara tuh. Mujur kereta2 lain pun slow. So, diorg biarkan je Iswara tu buat break dance sorang2 kat atas jalan. Aku siap tanya daddy taknak gi tolong ke? heheh. Daddy ckp driver dia xde apa lah tu, dah salah sendiri...kecuaian sendiri. Kalo report polis pun silap2 dia kena denda lagi sbb kecuaian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun agak mesti drebar tuh tgh cakap telefon ke or better still, tengah balas sms masa the accident occured. Sebab mcm sangat weird tiba2 dia terpeleot sengsorang sedangkan kereta2 lain jauh lagi. Dia mcm terkejut agaknye tgk Viva tu brek dan dia terus gelabah dan terbrek mengejut. Pastu kebetulan jalan pulak licin dan mungkin tayar kete dia dah botak, tu yg jadik mcm tuh.. Ini analisis aku la kan..Agaknye..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, benda ni boleh jadi pengajaran kat kita semua. Bayangkan kalau kat dlm kereta tu ada passenger budak2 yg tak pakai seatbelt kat belakang. Tak ke gelong budak tu dibuatnya kalau kete berpusing2 mcm tu..Kesimpulannya, beringat sebelum terkena. Pakailah tali pinggang keledar belakang dan depan. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesanan khidmat masyarakat ini dibawakan ikhlas drp MLOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Posted from Dolphin CC - 2nd April 2009 @ 9.40 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1329450322204987715?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1329450322204987715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1329450322204987715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1329450322204987715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1329450322204987715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/kl-trip-day-4-balik-jb.html' title='KL Trip: Day 4 - Balik JB'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1241201092042022931</id><published>2009-03-17T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:00:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best-est Friend</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;~We've been friends since 1995..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~We sat next to each other in class for 2 years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;~We were both "mereng" &amp;amp; "sewel" in our own ways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;~We liked to bully the guys in our class esp &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PapaYo&lt;/span&gt;..Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~Our SPM results were co-incidentally the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;~She's the first person I told when I got pregnant (sebab aku tak sure line aku tu sahih ke tak, hehe)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;~Our first child was born 1 week apart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;~She has 2 boys now..dunno when I'm gonna catch-up. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9XLFg0DQI/AAAAAAAABL8/H9w66248nMo/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9XLFg0DQI/AAAAAAAABL8/H9w66248nMo/s320/DSC01254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314061933290458370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is (photo below, not above)..my best friend since our MRSM years. We've been thru a lot together. We shared our dreams, our hopes and every single details of our lives with each other. She has been such a good fren to me. Hope our friendship will last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9XLEETlRI/AAAAAAAABL0/V4Wnr5xoVuI/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9XLEETlRI/AAAAAAAABL0/V4Wnr5xoVuI/s320/DSC01252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314061932902454546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, enuff about the reminiscing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to catch-up with each other during our last nite in KL. Itu pun kejap je sbb Aida &amp;amp; Bob dtg berdua je. Ingatkan sempatla jumpa Addyan dgn baby Adib skali. Rupe2nye recently parents of 2 ni mai berdating. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9XLc7YFMI/AAAAAAAABME/f5rpN7OSUsQ/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9XLc7YFMI/AAAAAAAABME/f5rpN7OSUsQ/s320/DSC01255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314061939575887042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, it was good to finally meet you guys. Lama gila tak jumpa. And now I realize why I can't walk next to you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKU AKAN NAMPAK SGT KETOT&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; kisses to your 2 boys..Ada rezeki kita jumpa lagi lepas nih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though she knows that you are slightly cracked ~ Bernard Meltzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Ada gambar yg hanya untuk tempelan, tiada kena mengena dgn entry ini. Hehehe..&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/7282642246114872265-1241201092042022931?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1241201092042022931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1241201092042022931&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1241201092042022931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1241201092042022931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-best-est-friend.html' title='My Best-est Friend'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9XLFg0DQI/AAAAAAAABL8/H9w66248nMo/s72-c/DSC01254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-8772935172271123867</id><published>2009-03-17T12:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:22:14.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Trip: Day 3</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely Sunday morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our failed swimming attempt yesterday morning, we went to the pool again today. No more cleaners, so Maisara immediately kedebush inside the pool. Tapi macam sikit pelik sbb air dia half je dan base dia kotor. Daddy even said the the pumps were not running. Rupa2nya pool ni mcm still under maintenance. So, aku sempatla main2 kejap dgn Sara kat dlm tu before we decided to come out. Dah air kotor, kang gatal2 kulit plak. Ahakz. Mujurlah wading pool boleh pakai, so sempatla Maisara main2 dlm pool tu sekejap. Kalau tak mau seluruh penghuni kondo tuh dikejutkan oleh suara "merdu" anak dara aku di pagi &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yg sungguh indah tu. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9Aiv1PwYI/AAAAAAAABLk/ccoow7i5LY4/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9Aiv1PwYI/AAAAAAAABLk/ccoow7i5LY4/s320/DSC01227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314037051020001666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9Ai3rl40I/AAAAAAAABLs/JXVBGOKTtGw/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9Ai3rl40I/AAAAAAAABLs/JXVBGOKTtGw/s320/DSC01232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314037053126992706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast we went to Starbucks at Borders in The Curve for some peace and quite. Left Maisara at home to play with her cousins. Managed to finish 90% of the work before our tummies started growling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb8qQuxa_xI/AAAAAAAABKk/u-7oQCaR6G0/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb8qQuxa_xI/AAAAAAAABKk/u-7oQCaR6G0/s320/DSC01238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314012552242069266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went home for late lunch and I managed to steal some time to take a nap with my girl (maklumla kan, aku ni seksiteri daddy yg berdedikasi so bz manjang, tak cukup tido - kena demand bonus lebih nih..muahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 6 pm, off we went to Bukit Kiara Clubhouse for some swimming. Aku dah siap pakai swimsuit kat dlm baju. End up Maisara je yg swim sbb org terlalu ramai. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb8qQ-M0SnI/AAAAAAAABKs/rgCds6dAlWw/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb8qQ-M0SnI/AAAAAAAABKs/rgCds6dAlWw/s320/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314012556383505010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb834CldCqI/AAAAAAAABK0/vdp2qVyqUUo/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb834CldCqI/AAAAAAAABK0/vdp2qVyqUUo/s320/DSC01244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314027521226640034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle G and Daddy went for some swing kat driving range. Sebelum balik, sempat membaham chicken wings dolu..Maisara yg paling rakus sbb dia yg swim. Hahahha.. Tgkla tu tangan dia tak berenti2 sauk fries...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb834_U2stI/AAAAAAAABK8/47_x2WU5XLk/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb834_U2stI/AAAAAAAABK8/47_x2WU5XLk/s320/DSC01249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314027537531581138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malam tu we had an appointment with my old friend. Details dlm next entry yah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-8772935172271123867?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8772935172271123867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=8772935172271123867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8772935172271123867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8772935172271123867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/kl-trip-day-3.html' title='KL Trip: Day 3'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9Aiv1PwYI/AAAAAAAABLk/ccoow7i5LY4/s72-c/DSC01227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-6227400768436887475</id><published>2009-03-17T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:09:08.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Trip: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to spend the morning dipping in the pool. Unfortunately, they were doing some pool cleaning so we were unable to go for a swim that morning. Untuk menyejukkan perasaan Maisara yg dok melonjak2 utk swim, the daddies bawak the kids to play at the playground while the mommies berehat2 sambil bergossip2.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb88HVaxKWI/AAAAAAAABLE/3wSAj46dxsk/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb88HVaxKWI/AAAAAAAABLE/3wSAj46dxsk/s320/DSC01216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032182026643810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb88HhfznFI/AAAAAAAABLc/4KDM_Z2bDUg/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb88HhfznFI/AAAAAAAABLc/4KDM_Z2bDUg/s320/DSC01219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032185269001298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb88Hkq9sVI/AAAAAAAABLU/NlsvnwNUECw/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb88Hkq9sVI/AAAAAAAABLU/NlsvnwNUECw/s320/DSC01213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032186121105746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb88HZBTzqI/AAAAAAAABLM/N0KkdlOeei0/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb88HZBTzqI/AAAAAAAABLM/N0KkdlOeei0/s320/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032182993604258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Ayah Chik (daddy's 2nd bro) invited all of us for a luncheon at his house in Bangi (ahakz, Bangi laagi..ampun ye kengkawan..hehehe). We had a scrumptious lunch of Nasi Beriani with Chicken Curry and Dalca Tulang. Spent the whole afternoon there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7 pm, we made our way back to Damansara Perdana. Stopped by at a conveniece store to stock up on some snacks for our "stay-up" project that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to finish some of the work before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takde apa pun yg menarik. Kerja..kerja..kerja..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-6227400768436887475?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6227400768436887475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=6227400768436887475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6227400768436887475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6227400768436887475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/kl-trip-day-2.html' title='KL Trip: Day 2'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb88HVaxKWI/AAAAAAAABLE/3wSAj46dxsk/s72-c/DSC01216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5961080565040507390</id><published>2009-03-17T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:07:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh, finally!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to apologize to my friends for my absence from the blog these few days. Tension la dgn Celcom nih. Susah betoi nak upload post. Even post yg KL Trip part 1 tu pun boleh upload sekerat jalan je. Gambaq toksah cerita la, mmg hampeh teruih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope that I'm back..(boleh gitu?). And wait for more "basi" posts to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeehaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: For those who left comments on my prev posts, thank you so much and I will try to reply to your comments if my internet connection permits..&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/7282642246114872265-5961080565040507390?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5961080565040507390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5961080565040507390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5961080565040507390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5961080565040507390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/urgh-finally.html' title='Urgh, finally!'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-6120061416996579839</id><published>2009-03-10T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:09:58.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Trip: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya kitorang bergerak ke KL since hari Khamis lepas kerja lagi. Memandangkan Daddy ada meeting kat MMU hari Jumaat tu, kami pun melepaklah kat rumah Che Sue di Bandar Baru Bangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai BBB je dah pukul 9. Lepas mandi, makan masing2 dah kepenatan. Lagipun Che Sue dgn Ayah Sue keje esoknya. So, by 11 mcm tu masing2 dah zzzz (kecuali anak aku yg ntah kenapa sgt energetic malam tu..kitorg abaikan je dia..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya Daddy keluar pegi meeting dia. Aku dgn anak dara tu lepak kat rumah. Dalam pukul 11 lebih Daddy balik, kami pun bergerak ke Damansara Perdana. Selalunya kalau gi KL, kami akan menumpang kat rumah Uncle G, abg Daddy. Sebab rumah dia dekat dgn tempat fevret aku kat KL, Ikano, The Curve &amp;amp; OU. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas lunch kat umah, kami pun keluar ke Ikea (ada Ikea Sale kan, tapi idokle best mana pong).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9oRRWf6DI/AAAAAAAABMs/MbCoEWgj8Wg/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9oRRWf6DI/AAAAAAAABMs/MbCoEWgj8Wg/s320/DSC01185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314080731245307954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9oR-wxhII/AAAAAAAABM0/9P-seU5vXzI/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9oR-wxhII/AAAAAAAABM0/9P-seU5vXzI/s320/DSC01186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314080743435109506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beli sikit brg rumah and terus ke The Curve. Sebabnya, since last week dah janji nak belikan buku cerita kat Maisara. Tapi masa kat Popular haritu tak sempat beli sebab masa dah dekat nak tgk wayang (Upin Ipin) dan Maisara sebok nak gi toilet lak. Jadi, bila dah janji, anak aku akan tuntut dan tuntut dan tuntut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorg pun pegilah kat Borders tuh. Anak aku ni kalau masuk kedai buku mengalahkan budak kecik masuk ToysRUs. Excited abih. Abih semua buku diangkutnya. Siap masa aku nak ajak dia cari buku kat bawah melalak2 menjerit2 taknak bergerak dari situ. Dia ingat aku ajak dia keluar dari kedai buku tu agaknya. Bayangkan betapa "meriahnya" anak aku buat scene sampaikan pak guard tetiba dok ikut kitorg. Hahaha. Last2 aku layankan aje dia membaca kat situ. Dahla baca kuat2 lak tuh...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9oRx4GSBI/AAAAAAAABM8/Tj7dm37y960/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9oRx4GSBI/AAAAAAAABM8/Tj7dm37y960/s320/DSC01192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314080739976169490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Lepas dia puas membaca dan Daddy puas meronda cari buku utk dia (tapi tak jumpa pun), kitorg sambar satu story book, bayar dan keluar. Singgah Mothercare kejap cari botol susu utk Sara satu (aku tertinggal botol dia kat umah Che Sue) dan cabut balik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tu tak pegi mana. Lepak kat rumah tolong Daddy siapkan kerja dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Aku sebenarnya ada gambar nak upload tapi memandangkan internet aku mengong, nanti2 lah ye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/p/s: Entry ni sewel sket sbb takleh nak publish. Dapat publish sekerat jalan je memula..Sori ye kengkawan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-6120061416996579839?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6120061416996579839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=6120061416996579839&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6120061416996579839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/6120061416996579839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/kl-trip-day-1.html' title='KL Trip: Day 1'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/Sb9oRRWf6DI/AAAAAAAABMs/MbCoEWgj8Wg/s72-c/DSC01185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1207668815552025378</id><published>2009-03-07T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:17:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geng: Pengembaraan Bermula</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku bercerita pasal pengembaraan kitorang ke KL, aku nak buat update basi sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu lepas setelah berminggu2 dok bertapa di dalam rumah, kami pun berkesempatanlah membawa anak dara kami pi tengok wayang. Cerita apa? Cerita apa lagi yang tengah meletop2 sekarang kalau bukan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geng:Pengembaraan Bermula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ataupun bak kata Maisara, cerita &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Botoi,botoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, inilah pertama kali aku pi tgk cerita animasi buatan Malaysia kat wayang. Selama ni dok tgk kat TV je. Dan aku rasa memang sangatlah berbaloi cerita ni. Memang best gilerrr pada pendapat aku. Anak aku enjoy, kami pun enjoy. Buktinya, habis sebekas besaq popcorn kami bantai dlm panggung. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SbKdtxV965I/AAAAAAAABKc/IVighE6DgLM/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SbKdtxV965I/AAAAAAAABKc/IVighE6DgLM/s320/DSC01161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310480320288385938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Animation dia menarik, takdela keras mcm cerita2 sebelum nie. Jalan cerita dia exciting walaupun masa mula2 tu agak slow. Watak yg paling aku suka adalah sekoq ayam yg suka buat aksi berani mati lintas jalan kalau ada kereta/bas/lori/moto lalu. Kelakar siottt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang best tu, anak aku boleh cerita balik jalan cerita tu keesokan harinya. Dia ingat mcm mana Upin/Ipin sesat dalam hutan, mcm mana Opet gigit pinggan (gigit cd player sebenornye, dia ingat pinggan), mcm mana Opet suka curik doyan, mcm mana hantu (Singh) tu angkat barang (siap gaya2 skali tau). Kalau tanya dia nak tgk lagi ke tak, dia cakap nak tapi dia kata takut snake. Dan part raksasa2 berlawan tu aku rasa lagi smooth drp part2 org tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi all in all, 2 thumbs up utk semua yg bekerja menjayakan filem nih. Aku bangga weh. Anak melayu boleh buat animation sebegini rupa. Aku harap depa berjaya jejak target RM10 juta tayangan walaupun bila diinterview di TV ramai yg mcm memperlekehkan depa bila dengaq target depa RM10 juta. Apa salahnya to aim high kan? Bill Gates tak akan jadik kaya kalau takde angan2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa satu hari nanti Upin dan Ipin akan berjaya jadik maskot terkenal mcm Mickey/Minnie Mouse tuh. Bangga kan kalau ada cartoon character yg glamer dari Malaysia terkenal seantero dunia. Bravo Les Copaque!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1207668815552025378?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1207668815552025378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1207668815552025378&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1207668815552025378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1207668815552025378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/geng-pengembaraan-bermula.html' title='Geng: Pengembaraan Bermula'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SbKdtxV965I/AAAAAAAABKc/IVighE6DgLM/s72-c/DSC01161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-8868982968211894041</id><published>2009-03-07T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:44:24.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're in KL</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yezza..kenapa aku menghilangkan diri minggu lepas? Hehhe..aku tak ilang. Cuma aku tak brp sihat + sibuk yg amat. Aku pun taktau apa yg aku sibukkan. Rutin aku mcm biasa je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi2 pukul 7.15 keluar hantar daddy and Maisara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pukul 8.30 sampai rumah. Start dah chores aku. Cuci baju, cuci pinggan, kemas rumah yang tak pernah sudah2. Maklumlahkan, with 2 toddlers in the house; one aged 3, the other one aged &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..hahahah daddy ampuuunnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah siap2 kemas rumah, aku mandi lepas tu nak siap2 ambik tuan puteri lak. Pukul 11 zass keluar. Dah ambik tuan puteri, kena layan dia lunch, baca buku/mengaler sikit pastu dia akan nap. Haa..masa tu lah aku ada time dalam 2 hours utk solat, ngaji pastu rileks. Slalu kalau time ni lah aku nak baca online papers, check email, update blog etc. Lps tu pukul 2.30 aku layan cerita Jelita kat TV3. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pukul 3 mcm tu cik mek tu akan bangun. Pastu nak kena korek biskut pulak bagi dia makan. Kul 3.30 Jelita habis, aku akan pasang Disney Channel dan aku pulak akan kelentang kelentung memasak di dapur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam lepas tu kami akan bergegas pulak utk pick up daddy kat ofis. Slalunya pukul 6 sampai rumah, layan Maisara main kat playground bawah tu sampai kul 6.30-6.45. Dahtu semua org naik mandi, tukar baju etc. Aku lak siapkan dinner. Kul 7 kami dinner, lepas tu solat, ngaji. Maisara baca buku sikit dan by 8.30 dia akan dipaksa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;z. Slalunya dgn aku skali &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;z masa tu. Ponat weh jadik housewife nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Daddy cakap aku ni mcm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;org tua&lt;/span&gt; sbb tido awal..Ahakzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/p/s: Aku terkeluar tajuk daa. Padahal nak cerita pasal trip kitorg ke KL. Next entry lah yea..&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/7282642246114872265-8868982968211894041?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8868982968211894041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=8868982968211894041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8868982968211894041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8868982968211894041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-in-kl.html' title='We&apos;re in KL'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-956771694040795649</id><published>2009-02-27T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:51:42.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on?</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The economy is getting from bad to worse; many people are losing their job. - siapa "people" tu? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The companies are not making money; so they retrench their "excessive" workers - sapa yg kena tanggung? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Benefits such as medical benefits are being cut off by employers; workers have to pay for their own medical expenses - sapa yg derita? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Toll chargers increase (RM0.68 per km on PLUS!! Gila apa??) - sapa yg seksa? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Express buses already voice out their concern to raise ticket price because of the toll price - sapa yg bayar? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After this most probably all "peniaga" will increase their price as well because of high toll price = high transportation costs = extra costs to fork out - sapa yg terpaksa tanggung extra costs ni? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tapi..apa yg sedang dilakukan oleh kerajaan (tak kira la BN or PR)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bergaduh di Parlimen kerana isu2 kecik. Tuduh menuduh sampai terjerit2 mcm budak2. Budak tadika pun lagi well-mannered drp these so-called MPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tuduh menuduh. Contoh : MB Selangor dituduh rasuah, kemudian MB Selangor TUDUH pulak BEKAS MB Selangor atas tuduhan rasuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gambar bugil. Contoh : Gambar Adun PR tengah tidur separa bugil tersebar kat internet. Lepas tu keluar balik kes video skandal Chua Soi Lek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Karpal Singh is King hari2 dok hina Sultan. Nak provoke org Melayu. Bila dia terima ugutan, terus tuduh Pemuda UMNO. Pemuda UMNO marah. Karpal "curse" dlm parlimen. Pemuda UMNO LAGI marah. Gaduh pulak kat luar parlimen. Nyaris2 nak bertumbuk. Semua ni disiarkan dalam berita pukul 8 di mana SEMUA org tonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tanah di BA yg runtuh katanya hakmilik persendirian dan pemaju. Tapi kerajaan tanggung RM70 JUTA utk membaik pulih benteng2 kat situ walaupun bukan tanggungjawab kerajaan sebaliknya tanggungjawab pemilik tanah.Dan kerajaan cakap AKAN CLAIM dengan pemilik tanah duit RM70 JUTA tu. Siapakah pemilik tanah tu? Adakah org2 penting di dalam kerajaan jugak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kata nak jana industri automotif, nak jana industri pelancongan; dengan harga tol yg naik, mcm mana nak jana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pak pak menteri sikit2 nak saman. Ada masalah sikit asyik nak saman. Hang saman aku, aku saman hang. Pastu sorang menteri pakai lawyer sampai dekat 10 org. Mana dapat duit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sekarang ni dah dekat dgn pemilihan UMNO, jadi semua nak tunjuk hero. Ada je isu nak dibangkitkan hari2. Tapi takde satu isu pun yang boleh dilihat sebagai membela rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Elaun "percutian luar negara" utk SEORG exco RM20,000 setahun = gaji setahun sesetengah orang. Perak dah tarik balik, negeri2 lain bila lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lepas ni akan ada 4 pilihanraya kecil. Kita akan dengar lagi org PAS tuduh org &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BN itu dan ini. Polis bias, SPR bias, JPN tipu, pendek kata semua tak kenalah. Tapi bila diorg MENANG, tiba2 senyap pulak. Sapa tipu sapa skrg? Sudahlaaah! Semua tak boleh diharap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah semua ini memberi faedah kepada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt; yg nampak secara terang2nya menjadi mangsa dalam situasi sekarang? Siapakah yang membela nasib &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;?  Kalau kita tengok dari semua sudut, yg jadi mangsanya adalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;. Tak kiralah kes apa pun. Yang kena tanggung akibatnya adalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlah, tulis panjang2 pun buat sakit kepala je. Apa2pun, kitorg laki bini dah BAN berita kat TV3 sebab banyak sangat siar cerita propaganda mcm ni. Setengah jam pertama penuh dgn cerita politik. Bosan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" bg align="justify"&gt;              &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Diriwayatkan daripada Abdullah bin Amr bin al-Ash r.a: “Aku pernah mendengar Rasulullah SAW bersabda: “ Allah tidak akan mengambil kembali ilmu (agama) dengan mengambilnya dari (dalam hati) manusia, tetapi mengambilnya kembali dengan kematian para ulama hingga tidak bersisa, lalu orang ramai akan mengambil orang-orang bodoh sebagai pemimpinnya yang apabila orang-orang itu bertanya kepada mereka, mereka akan memberikan jawapan-jawapan yang tidak didasarkan kepada ilmu. Maka mereka akan berada dalam kesesatan dan menyesatkan orang lain.” - Hadis Riwayat Al-Bukhari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;              &lt;!-- Perawi --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;          &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Apa nak jadi dengan negara terchentaku malaysia?&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/7282642246114872265-956771694040795649?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/956771694040795649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=956771694040795649&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/956771694040795649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/956771694040795649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7440387438557883107</id><published>2009-02-26T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:32:13.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-cluttering</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was de-cluttering our book rack and filing all the docs into their own respective files. Banyak dokumen yang berterabur, bercampur aduk esp dokumen2 penting yg kitorg bawak balik dari Denmark. Aku asingkan dan masukkan dlm kategori masing2. Nanti bila nak cari senang. Takdela berterabur sana sini. Cik abg aku lah selalu sgt cari barang dan susah nak jumpa. Pastu mula nak tuduh aku buang la, misplace la, itu la. Ni aku dah siap susun dan labelkan satu2. Lepas ni jangan beletiaq lagi. Cari je ikut label tu. Hehehehe. Aiseh, terkeluaq tajuk pulak. Anyway, while I was de-cluttering, I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaX7YL04XSI/AAAAAAAABKM/UkwYaGh_emI/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaX7YL04XSI/AAAAAAAABKM/UkwYaGh_emI/s320/DSC01145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306924128836017442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seingat aku, aku tak pernah beli kad ni. Jadi, aku assume laki aku le yg beli. Dan kad ni pun dah lusuh dah, mcm dah bertahun2 beli. Lagipun aku jumpa kad ni dlm folder document2 yg kitorg bawak balik dari Denmark. Hmmm..apa maknanya tuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, bila nak bagi ni? Anniversary ke 5 baru je lepas. Nak tunggu thn depan ke? Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Lepas ni aku nak de-clutter FB aku plak. Ramai sgt "kawan" yg add aku tapi takde sepatah haram pun tegur. Aku try2 tegur pun haremm tak berjawab. Cess. Takat nak memenuhkan friends list korang, pegi kat Friendster la. Aku dah lama ban Friendster tuh. Buat semak je. Aku nak FB aku suci murni dgn kawan2 aku je..&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/7282642246114872265-7440387438557883107?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7440387438557883107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7440387438557883107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7440387438557883107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7440387438557883107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-cluttering.html' title='De-cluttering'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaX7YL04XSI/AAAAAAAABKM/UkwYaGh_emI/s72-c/DSC01145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1835137178187000477</id><published>2009-02-26T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:03:17.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My YUMMY Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tadi kami keluar rumah macam biasa. Lepas singgah ambik Syikin, kitorg pun bertolak la ke ofis daddy. Semasa dalam perjalanan tu kami perasan yang jalan JB-Skudai tu agak lengang. Memang serious lengang. Kitorang ingatkan kitorg taktau hari ni PH ke apa ke (masa ni la daddy ada cakap something yg membuatkan mulut takde insurans dia mungkin boleh dicili oleh org2 tertentu..hahahaha).  Pastu aku teringat hari ni rupanya JCard day kat Tebrau City. Mungkin gak org ambik cuti nak pegi sana (yezza, org sanggup ambik cuti nak pegi JCard day).  Dlm pukul 7.45 kami dah sampai depan PSH padahal kalau hari biasa belum sampai Angsana lagi masa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi disebabkan dah sampai ofis daddy agak awal, aku suruh la daddy pegi belikan nasik lemak bungkus kat warung depan ofis dia. Dah lama tak makan nasik lemak ni. Aku suka sebab nasik dia terasa lemak, sambal dia sedap, ikan bilis dia banyak dan dia letak telur goreng sebijik. Tapi part yang paling best ialah harga dia cuma RM1. Yes guys, betoi. Singgit je sebungkus nasik tu. Di tengah2 bandar JB. Mana nak dapek. Kat pasar malam Tmn U pun nasik macam tu RM1.50 tu pun telur dia kasik telur rebus dlm 1/4 bijik. Ikan bilis mmg hampeh takdak le. Yg ni memang berbaloi lah. Aku doakan akak/makcik/pakcik yg meniaga ni murah rezeki sebab dia tak kedekut taik idung masin macam org lain. Wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaX27laCpII/AAAAAAAABKE/P5Y0BJ7jpAU/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaX27laCpII/AAAAAAAABKE/P5Y0BJ7jpAU/s320/DSC01158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306919239440049282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dah tu pekena pulak dengan nescafe with coffeemate panas2. Pergh masyuk waaa cakap lu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1835137178187000477?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1835137178187000477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1835137178187000477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1835137178187000477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1835137178187000477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-yummy-breakfast.html' title='My YUMMY Breakfast'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaX27laCpII/AAAAAAAABKE/P5Y0BJ7jpAU/s72-c/DSC01158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-404442153679252511</id><published>2009-02-25T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:35:30.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketumbit</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, aku perasan mata kanan Maisara mcm merah sikit dan dia selalu tenyeh2. Memula aku ingat takde apa, tapi lelama aku nampak macam nak naik ketumbit bak kata org utara or "tembel" kalau org Johor panggil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu ada satu hari tu teacher dia pun ckp kat aku yg Maisara dok tenyeh2 mata dia. So, aku pun bawakla dia pegi klinik hari Selasa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk2 je jumpa doktor (btw, suara doktor tu mcm ala2 dj radio zaman dolu2. stail ada serak2 sket..hehehe) aku cakap la apa masalah anak aku. Soalan pertama dan kedua dia adalah "takde demam2, batuk selsema?" Aku cakap la setahu aku takde. Lepas tu dia check temperature Maisara dan dia tanya soalan yang sama lagi. Aku jawab pun cakap la aku cuma rasa mata dia nak naik tembel, itu je. Dia check mata sikit, dia cakap memang tanda2 awal nak naik tembel. Dia kata nanti dia bagi ubat titis utk mata. Siap bagi MC dua hari tu utk Maisara. Hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah siap jumpa semua, masa utk ambil ubat. Memula kata nak bagi ubat titis je. Tgk2 ada ubat titis, ubat gatal, antibiotik, ubat DEMAM. Aku tanya la kat misi tu ubat demam tu nak buat apa? Dia cakap utk "tahan sakit". Dah tu yg ubat gatal tu? Pastu muka misi tu blur. Yelah, aku takleh la nak salahkan misi tu. Dia hanya menurut perintah. Tapi yg aku musykil tu, kenapa nak bagi banyak jenis ubat? Dahtu tak bagitau aku awal2 ubat2 lain yg dia nak bagi. Kalau dia bagitau, mesti aku akan ckp tak payah bagi ubat demam dgn antibiotik tu sbb ubat demam mmg aku ambik kat PSH, dan anak aku mmg aku tak pernah bagi makan antibiotik sejak kecik. Aku takmau badan dia dipenuhi antibiotik banyak sangat sampai lama2 nanti demam sikit je antibodi badan takleh lawan sendiri. Ni aku belajar masa ambik kelas Phyto masa buat Master dulu. Sebab tu aku mmg tak bagi kat anak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUrs8CZ-GI/AAAAAAAABJ8/HDlQsuLMQdc/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUrs8CZ-GI/AAAAAAAABJ8/HDlQsuLMQdc/s320/DSC01134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306695786956453986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni lah masalahnya kalau doktor buat bisnes jual ubat. Benda tak sakit pun dia bagi ubat. Dahtu nak buat apa stok ubat banyak2 kat rumah? Bukannya aku buleh buat meniaga pun. Aku pernah sekali terkena kat KL, masa tu kat Damansara Perdana, anak aku kena nappy rash yg teruk so terpaksa pegi klinik. Doktor tu bukan takat bagi krim, ubat demam pun bagi. Dahla krim dia tak efektif pun. 2-3 klinik pergi tak dapat krim yg bagus. Last2 kena pegi dekat PSH gak. Apa kes dgn doktor klinik dan ubat demam? Konfius aku la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aku pun taktau nak buat apa dgn ubat2 tu...Dan rupa2nya Maisara tak kena tembel pun. Mata dia dah ok skrg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-404442153679252511?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/404442153679252511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=404442153679252511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/404442153679252511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/404442153679252511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/ketumbit.html' title='Ketumbit'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUrs8CZ-GI/AAAAAAAABJ8/HDlQsuLMQdc/s72-c/DSC01134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-8159677562193043932</id><published>2009-02-25T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:21:15.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan muak yea. Ni lagi satu entry makanan. Hehe. Gila rajin aku minggu lepas, siap sempat buat pau bagai ok. Filling red bean dia pun aku buat sendiri sebab ada lagi sepeket stock kacang merah aku dalam pantry.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUpCenf4_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/rRo1jfn9LLc/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUpCenf4_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/rRo1jfn9LLc/s320/DSC01150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306692858481206258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walaupun rupa pau aku ni hodoh (FYI: tangan aku ni sangatlah tidak berseni), tapi rasanya tetap ada umphh tau. Kiranya ok la jugak utk tekak kami anak beranak. Siap bagi sikit kat colleague daddy. Hehehe. Ok la tu, sapa lagi nak puji masakan aku kalau bukan aku sendiri kan? kan? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa tajuk entry aku ni Awww? Sebabnya masa pau ni dah siap aku bagila sikit kat Maisara. Lepas tu bila dah habis, dia dtg ckp dengan aku "Mommy, awww, awww". Aku pun konfius sekejap. Oooo..rupa2nya dia nak PAU. Aku taktau le nape dia takleh sebut P tu. Terbahak2 aku gelakkan dia dulu baru aku bagi dia makan. Aku ingatkan dia sakit ke apa ke dok ber"aww".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-8159677562193043932?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8159677562193043932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=8159677562193043932&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8159677562193043932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/8159677562193043932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/awww.html' title='Awww!!'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUpCenf4_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/rRo1jfn9LLc/s72-c/DSC01150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-7586218551432587769</id><published>2009-02-25T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:16:52.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Strata</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yezza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry pasal makanan tak habis lagi ok. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ni aku nak tayang Dinner Strata yg aku buat last week pakai leftover wholemeal bread aku tuh. Ni first time aku buat, hasilnya mmg marvellous de vassss. Sedap tuuu. Hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUoQINDauI/AAAAAAAABJs/scYLfUDgTxI/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUoQINDauI/AAAAAAAABJs/scYLfUDgTxI/s320/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306691993471249122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku dpt resepi dia drp website si minah ni, Rachael Ray. Dan aku ubah sesedap lemon je la dengan apa2 ingredient yg aku ada dalam peti ais. Mcm dia bubuh ham, aku bubuh chicken burger, dia letak asparagus aku letak broccoli, carrot, cili besar (haha, main hantam aje). Lepas tu letak susu, telur dgn mustard sebagai "pelekat dia" dan tabur dgn cheese kat atas. Perghhh meleleh wa cakap lu. End result dia mmg best. Maisara je kureng sket sbb banyak sayur dia kena "tapis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUnwAhWNfI/AAAAAAAABJk/OVK4ooh4KxQ/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUnwAhWNfI/AAAAAAAABJk/OVK4ooh4KxQ/s320/DSC01148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306691441653069298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-7586218551432587769?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7586218551432587769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=7586218551432587769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7586218551432587769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/7586218551432587769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/dinner-strata.html' title='Dinner Strata'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SaUoQINDauI/AAAAAAAABJs/scYLfUDgTxI/s72-c/DSC01147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-1106695104811525911</id><published>2009-02-20T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:09:01.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capati</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, by now mesti korang dah muak dgn entry makanan aku nie kan. Heheh. Aku pun tak tau nape tetiba this week aku rajin sangat. Mcm2 aku buat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dah lama aku teringin nak buat capati. Skodeng2 resipi kat internet terjumpa resepi yg paling senang so aku ikut je lah..Tapi capati aku keras la. Tak lembut mcm kat kedai mamak. Ada gak yg lembut dlm banyak2 tu so aku rasa mungkin cara masak aku kot yg membuatkan dia keras. Ada sesiapa boleh bagi tips nak buat capati lembut tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ5IALSvr4I/AAAAAAAABJM/4TgACnt_fT8/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ5IALSvr4I/AAAAAAAABJM/4TgACnt_fT8/s320/DSC01130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304756578957635458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yg paling best adalah kari dagingnya. Resepinya aku dapat drp darling aku di CPH dan mmg marvelloussss..Sedap gilos aku rasa. Kari tanpa santan. Pekat dan sedap. Laki aku pun puji kari aku sedap. Ni first time ok laki aku puji kari aku. Aku mmg tak pandai masak kari. Maklumla, anak separa cina mcm aku ni reti masak sup je. Hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my darling Adila, thanks for the recipe. Memang sedap dan pekat. Tapi aku letak musuh ketat ko dlm kari daging aku, Cik Carrot. Hahahahaha. Lepas ni nak try buat kari ayam pulak. And ko lak sila2 lah bagi resepi kari ikan takde santan lak. Pergh..meleleh air liur terfikir kari ikan mamak nih..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-1106695104811525911?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1106695104811525911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=1106695104811525911&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1106695104811525911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/1106695104811525911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/capati.html' title='Capati'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ5IALSvr4I/AAAAAAAABJM/4TgACnt_fT8/s72-c/DSC01130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-5426962303072381271</id><published>2009-02-20T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:59:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Kenwood</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah berbulan2 "direhatkan", akhirnya mixer aku ber"tugas" kembali. Itu pun sebab dah kena sound dengan daddy. Dia dok hint2 je suruh aku start buat homemade bread. Mcm2 lah dia hint. Roti kat kedai tak sedapla, nipis sgt la, yg wholemeal campur dgn white flour la..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4qS-1TfdI/AAAAAAAABIk/avgYe8pyIto/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4qS-1TfdI/AAAAAAAABIk/avgYe8pyIto/s320/DSC01114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304723916681608658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jadi, setelah bermacam2 alasan aku bagi..akhirnya aku mengalah. Haha. Aku pun memulakan proses pembuatan roti aku minggu ini. Projek pertama aku adalah wholemeal raisin loaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4qRH2JWBI/AAAAAAAABIU/SK_Rt1wCMqM/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4qRH2JWBI/AAAAAAAABIU/SK_Rt1wCMqM/s320/DSC01113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304723884741318674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memang tak susah mana pun buat roti ni. Dan puas hati sebab kita tau bahan apa kita letak. Cumanya homemade bread ni takla setahan roti kat kedai sebab takde pengawet. Jadik, kenala habiskan cepat2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4qSosHO5I/AAAAAAAABIc/6G2bw0E2Epk/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4qSosHO5I/AAAAAAAABIc/6G2bw0E2Epk/s320/DSC01115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304723910737476498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Untuk entry kali ni, korang layan gambo roti ni dulu atau pun "roti hitam" bak kata anak aku. Tapi diorg dua beranak mmg suka roti mcm ni. Nanti aku tunjuk apa aku buat dgn roti itam yg dah nak stale nie. Actually semalam baru aku buat something dgn roti ni...dan mmg sedappp (pada tekak kami anak beranak ler)..hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282642246114872265-5426962303072381271?l=harnisafarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5426962303072381271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7282642246114872265&amp;postID=5426962303072381271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5426962303072381271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282642246114872265/posts/default/5426962303072381271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harnisafarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dear-kenwood.html' title='My Dear Kenwood'/><author><name>harnisafarina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SQMpDll1M6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/DyGnk8FWka4/S220/DSC06540.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4qS-1TfdI/AAAAAAAABIk/avgYe8pyIto/s72-c/DSC01114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282642246114872265.post-3422821598581753259</id><published>2009-02-20T10:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:48:20.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Daddy in da Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun pepagi hari Ahad lepas tetiba je tekak aku sakit. Aku ni kalau dah start sakit tekak maknanya nak selsema le tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, daddy pun telah mem"volunteer"kan diri dia utk masak pada hari tu. Aku apa lagi...terus la terbongkang baring kat sofa. Haha. Dah ada org menawarkan diri. Aku OK je. Lagipun sekali sekala makan masakan daddy best jugak. Asyik lantak masakan sendiri je kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ41zJK_pLI/AAAAAAAABJE/9SEMXtcOPSg/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ41zJK_pLI/AAAAAAAABJE/9SEMXtcOPSg/s320/DSC01095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304736563840656562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku biarkan daddy kelentung kelentang sengsorang kat dapur. Heh, dasar bini ambik kesempatan kan..Haha. Takdela, daddy ni kalau masak aku malas nak kacau. Sbb nanti aku pulak akan komplen itu ini. Jadi, baik aku biarkan aje dia menyepahkan dapur aku. Nanti2 boleh kemas. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, tadaaaa. Menu kitorg hari Ahad lepas..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4Qq-IlmmI/AAAAAAAABHs/0A5nazXyBu4/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4Qq-IlmmI/AAAAAAAABHs/0A5nazXyBu4/s320/DSC01109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304695741508590178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sup ayam daddy (bini sakit tekak kan..so kenala makan yg bersup-sup)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkaGqGQcSNY/SZ4Qq4Kwn-I/AAAAAAAABH0/2rxX6trWw_g/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10p
