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        <title>Sarinah Bain Blog - Page 1</title>
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                <title>The Chronicle Of Ninos - Chapter One</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2017 07:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
                <description>&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One : My Name is Ninos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/NqquuF5qeCp9yyPdPdmhg5093JFRG9kUvONBUAb5dEv*t259zHYZUVcp0UXAZg4-*BMKKFE1cJdrrXFX4EfZwD8UsnT6ud2c/ninos1.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot; data-mce-href=&quot;http://api.ning.com:80/files/NqquuF5qeCp9yyPdPdmhg5093JFRG9kUvONBUAb5dEv*t259zHYZUVcp0UXAZg4-*BMKKFE1cJdrrXFX4EfZwD8UsnT6ud2c/ninos1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/NqquuF5qeCp9yyPdPdmhg5093JFRG9kUvONBUAb5dEv*t259zHYZUVcp0UXAZg4-*BMKKFE1cJdrrXFX4EfZwD8UsnT6ud2c/ninos1.jpg?width=400&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; class=&quot;align-left&quot; data-mce-src=&quot;http://api.ning.com:80/files/NqquuF5qeCp9yyPdPdmhg5093JFRG9kUvONBUAb5dEv*t259zHYZUVcp0UXAZg4-*BMKKFE1cJdrrXFX4EfZwD8UsnT6ud2c/ninos1.jpg?width=400&quot; style=&quot;cursor: default; margin-top: 5px !important; margin-right: 25px !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; float: left !important; display: inline !important;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello world of EC. I want to start a blog post chronicling my life living with my two Moms. This is because one of my Moms, Noas, admitted to me that her brain has frozen. Well, I was shocked at first, until she explained to me that she has no idea what to write because she is always too busy nowadays, and don&#039;t have the luxury of time to think and write. Pffttt! Human. I told her, stop thinking too much and just write, even if it is just gibberish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Anyway, this is about me, and not my Moms. So let me start first by introducing myself. My name is Milo Ninos a/k Serai. What a mouthful of name, right? You may call me Ninos Osh Osh, by the way. Let me explain the meaning of my name. Though it&#039;s mouthful, I think I am proud that my Moms give me that name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;I think it&#039;s easily understood why I&#039;m called &#039;Milo&#039;. As you can see, my fur is very special. It&#039;s colour is really indescribable, and the nearest colour to describe it is Milo. As for Ninos, this is a bit mind boggling to explain. It&#039;s a bit convoluted, but please bear with me. When my Mom found me, the first thing she gave me was a cup of fresh milk. At the box of the fresh milk was a photo of Mickey Mouse. You see, the fresh milk was meant for her nephew, Jeje. And in Jeje&#039;s world, Mickey Mouse is Ninos. Kid! You can&#039;t really understand their logic, right? Anyway because of that, my Mom gave me this &#039;Ninos&#039; to me. So, my name is like &#039;Milk Milo&#039; which perfectly suits me because of this beautiful colour of my fur. Though I think I prefer if it is &#039;Milo Latte&#039; which sounds more exotic. Alas! My Moms really don&#039;t have too much imagination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Then, &#039;a/k&#039; is actually some sort of an acronym. It is &#039;anak kepada&#039;. It is a Malay word which means &#039;child of&#039;. At first, my Moms wanted to put it as &#039;a/p&#039;, an acronym of &#039;anak perempuan&#039; which means &#039;daughter of&#039;. But because they can&#039;t determine my gender, did I mention before that my Moms really a bunch of clueless human beings, so they decided to put the safe option of &#039;a/k&#039;. &#039;Serai&#039; is also a Malay word which means &#039;lemongrass&#039;. So my full name means, &#039;Milk Milo the child of Lemongrass&#039;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/NqquuF5qeCos6hfd4vAf3YI-XiI*9EGgKWL3EY58tETEzjinkdTiVCUjYnJqqWYkxT-T6xXpaF3BuFSN2LSvU1ZT-aURDaBc/ninos2.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot; data-mce-href=&quot;http://api.ning.com:80/files/NqquuF5qeCos6hfd4vAf3YI-XiI*9EGgKWL3EY58tETEzjinkdTiVCUjYnJqqWYkxT-T6xXpaF3BuFSN2LSvU1ZT-aURDaBc/ninos2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/NqquuF5qeCos6hfd4vAf3YI-XiI*9EGgKWL3EY58tETEzjinkdTiVCUjYnJqqWYkxT-T6xXpaF3BuFSN2LSvU1ZT-aURDaBc/ninos2.jpg?width=300&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; class=&quot;align-left&quot; data-mce-src=&quot;http://api.ning.com:80/files/NqquuF5qeCos6hfd4vAf3YI-XiI*9EGgKWL3EY58tETEzjinkdTiVCUjYnJqqWYkxT-T6xXpaF3BuFSN2LSvU1ZT-aURDaBc/ninos2.jpg?width=300&quot; style=&quot;cursor: default; margin-top: 5px !important; margin-right: 25px !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; float: left !important; display: inline !important;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first when I fully understood the full meaning of my name, I was shocked and sad. How could I came from a lemongrass? Am I not a fully ferocious cat? Then my Mom told me that, one day, after she came back from work, she heard a loud mewl, which I beg to differ, I think it was a loud growl. Anyway, when she heard me, she was curious. Then she felt compelled to come and look. There I was, mewling (growling), inside a bush of lemongrass. It seemed my real Mom had abandoned me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;She took a pity of me, and took me in. I think I just let her adopted me. And the rest is history, or more like, that was the start of my new life with my Moms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Anyway, this is my first part of my blog. I will tell you my other adventures in other blogs. I just hope you won&#039;t die out of curiousity. After all, I am just a kitten. I can&#039;t spend my waking hours just writing. The wide world is waiting for me. See you next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot;&gt;P/s : It&#039;s really irritating when I&#039;m done writing, my Mom reminds me that this blog is dedicated to the beautiful Evangelina. When I asked her, the reason of such dedication, she said Evangelina will understand. Hmmm. So, Miss Evangelina, I hope you can understand, because I surely cannot.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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