<?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-10962026</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:39:24.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Heart to Speak ::</title><subtitle type='html'>Express yourself*Pour you heart out*Get a peace of mind*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-114317084529745460</id><published>2006-03-24T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:27:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tetiba rase nak blogg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dah lame gilerr tak blog..lame lame lame sangat....dkat setahun kan???.....tapi malam ni tak tau laa pesal rase  nak memblog lak...sebab rase tak puas hati yang tak tau nak curah kat mane kott??...hmmm...furthermore prasan tak im blogging in malay?..which yang tak penah penah watt before this...nie memang nak luah perasaan btul btul laa rasee.....sebab tau jer tak de orang pun nak terbace blog nie..so...tak kisah laa ape pun yang tertulis kat sinih....rase sangat hina dan berdosa...bleyy tak?...memang dah slame ni pun banyak jer buat dosa...tapi skrg macam tgh peringkat kesedaran kott..hehehe...nnt one two days lupe laa nie....aiiyyooo..ape laa nak jadik ngn saye nie ek??....so...saye nak state disini ape yang saye tak puas hati...tadi evening pegi middle eastern night..so as iwas told ade belly dancing nyerr show..tp tade laa nk pegi pun asalnye..tapi dah diajak so...why not..time pegi tu okay lagi laa..ske jer hepi jer sume...dapat jumpe boyfren saye sangat saye sayang tue...tak pnah puas klu dapat jumpe dia...hehehe..so truk laa of me...and then borak borak tgk dia makan..gurau gurau skeet..pastuh belly dancer pun tetibe stat wat show...the music was i admit it...memang melalaikan laa..menarik jugak for me to tap tap shoe..but the moment tgk orang stat gather tengok all those girls menari and gelek gelek kat depan tu...ade satu rase dalam hati...tak tau nak explain camne..tapi rase hina...as a girl..saye terase hina....pastuh tambah tambah plak ngn boys yang duduk semeja tetiba cam jadik sangat teruja as i may say...berdiri dengan smangatnye nak tengok those girls gelek...hmmm...lebey lebey lagi terase bile boyfren sendri yang duduk kat sebelah pun bangun and nak pegi amik gambar....bukan nak kate jealous...tapi tipu laa kan kalu kate tak jealous...memang ade laa rase jealous..tapi that i have to deal with myself laa kan...sebab saye sedar saye nie memang kuat jealous pun..itu takpe...i'll take care of my feelings...tapi lebey terasa sebab rase macam hilang respect...bleyy ke nak kate camtu?..salah ke klu terase camtu??...klu salah...im really sorry sayang...bukan snegaja nak rase camtu..bukan sengaja nak terasa ngan sayang....tapi ..tak tau laa....sayang...im really sorry klu sayang rase cam im too emotional...memang tak patut kot...tapi ntah.....rase cam my dignity kne take away camtu jer..say that im dramatic ke..lebey lebey ke...maybe laa kot...tapi dah terase camtu...sebab tu laa tgh blogg nie...hmmm...so..sebab dah tak tahan...kuar jer dari room tu duduk kat luar..so..dari luar bley laa nmpk kegilaan mnsia mnsia kat dalam tue...and then tetiba datang kat mind...klu rasulullah tau mesti dia marahkan kat umat dia?..agaknye sebab tue laa dia asyik mention ummati ummati ummati jer time nk wafat...tapi..kite tak sedar pun....automatically air mata mengalir...sooo emotional of me laaa...hmmm...ntah pape....pastuh trase time tu..harga diri wanita telah dipijak pijak camtuh jer..rase cam lebey hina dari ayam laga agi....orang kerumun tgk camtuh..sambil wat bende tak senonoh camtu....at least ayam tade akal...and at the same time tue laa jugak terdatang fikir pasal wat i did...kesalahan diri sendri yang slame memang dah sedar..tapi susah nak ubah...time tu rase diri nie even though tak menari nari camtu kat depan orang...tapi rase same hina jer ngna derang...camne saye leyh sampai ke tahap camtu???......ya Allah....tolonglaah selamatkan hambaMu ini ya Allah....bawak aku keluar dari dunia yang menghanyutkan nie....bawalah aku lebey dekat padaMu....lebey terasa hampir denganMu...terasa kasih sayangMu..sebab tue laa paling penting untuk hambaMu ini didunia dan akhirat...redha dan rahmatMu....ya Allah...selamatkan hamba-hambaMu..keluarkan kami dari kegelapan....berilah kami taufiq dan hidayahMu ....amin~~~....alhamdulillah..terasa lega....matlamat tercapai....cite end disini insyaAllah....sape sape pun tak tau...better this way i think aite???....^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-112043267555222118</id><published>2005-07-04T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T07:38:30.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIGHTING THE FEELINGS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/Qisteena/IMG_0403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/Qisteena/th_IMG_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/Qisteena/IMG_0386.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/Qisteena/th_IMG_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/Qisteena/IMG_0385.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/Qisteena/th_IMG_0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;These are the pictures of my new friends and me at the International Airport in 'Bumi Malaysia' for the last time. It was so sad at that time...I was overwhelmed..I miss my parents..my family...my friends too...there is too many people that I miss...if I continue to think about it....I won't last long..therefore..I'll only think about my future...I'll struggle my best and always remember Allah of course...that always works!! ;D. It has been almost 3 months since I blogged..that's a record...As some of you may have known...I'm now in the States..yup..United State of America....for what purpose?...to study of course...it is shocking...honestly..I have never pictured myself studying in America...I've only imagine myself studying in UK Australia or New Zealand and even Korea..and of course in Malaysia itself....but this is insane!!..I'm in the USA!!!...how cool is that?.....but now it is okay....having been living here for the past 11 days, I think I have adapted myself well ....hihihi...for the first two days I was here, it was really tiring because I have to avoid thinking of my family back home when that's the only thing that keep lingering in my mind......At the same time, it was hard for me to adapt to this place...not physically of course..mentally....I missed my family so much!!...especially my parents...who doesn't...at the airport I tried my best to stay away from tears..but alas....I lost...I cried...at first it was just the red eyes...but soon when I was far from my parents, I did cry a lot....I think I was the worst among them...hahaha....but for me it is okay to cry..... I guess...eventhough I hate crying s much....and for the first two days in the University I cried a lot too..everytime I was alone, I'll be thinking of my parents...everytime I'm in my room I think of my family...everytime I walk alone, I think of my friends...owh how tiring it was!!!...I can't look at my photo album at all...it was lying there by my bed..waiting to be opened..I was really afraid that I'll cry again if I saw pictures of people that I love.... for a week I stayed away from it and will only go to my room when I was really tired and sleepy....other times I would stay at the lobby and hang out with my friends...but NOW!!!...hahahaha!!!...I can SURVIVE!!!....I can control my feelings better even when now or then the feeling is back and when chatting with them it was really sad..I don't cry anymore....^____^.......till next time...more pictures to come...promise!!!\/,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-112043267555222118?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/112043267555222118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=112043267555222118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/112043267555222118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/112043267555222118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/07/fighting-feelings.html' title='FIGHTING THE FEELINGS.....'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-111322816361897041</id><published>2005-04-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T22:02:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The true reason for me to blog is just to update my blog....hehehe..it had been days since I  blogged. And while thinking of what to write I thought of many things actually- posting family pictures or telling that I failed my driving test...^_^ or even sharing that my borther's getting married...or even the most incredible news I recieved today, he asked for my phone number...yup..he did...I couldn't believe this..I never had thought that he would even asked about me...I'm the happiest person alive!!!.....but then...I decided to share this e-mail my friends sent it to me...thanx...credit goes to Siti n Azreen....thanx guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(we may have already read this e-mail...but still...let's share!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Things You Probably Never Knew or Thought About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sesuatu yang anda tidak perasan atau tidak terfikir langsung....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sekurang-kurangnya ada 5 orang dalam dunia ini menyayangi anda dan sanggup mati kerana anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sekurang-kurangnya ada 15 orang dalam dunia ini menyayangi anda dalambeberapa cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sebab utama seseorang membenci anda adalah kerana dia ingin menjadi seperti anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Senyuman daripada anda boleh membawa kebahagiaan kepada seseorang,walaupun dia tidak menyukai anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Setiap malam ada seseorang mengingati anda sebelum dia tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You mean the world to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Anda amat bermakna dalam hidup seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Kalau bukan kerana anda, seseorang itu tidak akan hidup bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are special and unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Anda seorang yang istimewa dan unik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Seseorang yang anda tidak ketahui menyayangi anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Apabila anda membuat kesilapan yang sangat besar, ada hikmahdisebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sekiranya anda merasakan anda dipinggirkan, fikirlah semula; mungkin anda yang meminggirkan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Apabila anda terfikir anda tidak mempunyai peluang untuk mendapatkan sesuatu yang anda ingini, mungkin anda tidak akan memperolehinya,tetapi sekiranya anda percaya pada diri sendiri lambat-laun anda akanmemperolehinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Kenangilah segala pujian yang anda terima. Lupakan segala maki hamun, caci &amp; cela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better  when they know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jangan takut untuk meluahkan perasaan anda; anda akan merasa senang bila seseorang mengetahuinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sekiranya anda mempunyai sahabat baik, ambillah masa untuk memberitahunya yang dia adalah yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A Minute.&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget and remember to send it alsoto the person that sent it to you. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them. If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry and that you've forgot your friends. Take the time... to live and love.Send this letter to all the people you care about, Including the person who sent this to you. If you do so, You will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life, for the better...^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-111322816361897041?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/111322816361897041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=111322816361897041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111322816361897041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111322816361897041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/04/sharing.html' title='Sharing....'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-111227612659500338</id><published>2005-03-31T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:35:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wealth, Success or Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;This question was pop up by my teacher (she has inspired me in many ways..and made me believe in myself more..thank you teacher Shaz!!) one day and she asked each and everyone of us which one we prefered..most of them chose success (maybe it was related to succeeding in SPM..who knows)..but of course, I remain as the minority that chooses love above all (cewah!!..)..fyi, in my class there was only three of us that chose love....then she gave out this other beautiful story......so before you read this story..answer the above question honestly..dont cheat!!...enjoy !!..^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Love, Wealth, and Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sittingin her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I knowyou, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat." They asked, "Is your husband home?""No", she replied. "He's out." "Then we cannot come in", they replied.. In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. "Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" The woman went out and invited the men in" "We do not go into a House together," they replied. "Why is that?" she asked. One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one ofhis friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love."Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you wantin your home." The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed."How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let himcome and fill our home with wealth!" His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Ourhome will then be filled with love!" "Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife. "Go out and invite Love to be our guest." The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Pleasecome in and be our guest." Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up andfollowed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invitedLove, Why are you coming in?" The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the othertwo of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, wego with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-111227612659500338?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/111227612659500338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=111227612659500338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111227612659500338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111227612659500338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/03/wealth-success-or-love.html' title='Wealth, Success or Love?'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-111227320131152049</id><published>2005-03-31T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:46:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Twist of Fate and A Chain of Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was browsing around looking for stories that can give us some lessons in life..kind of like the "Online Chicken Soup for the Souls"..hihihi...back to the story, while looking around, I thought to myself..'how wonderful it would be if I found the story that my teacher used in class last year..it was so beautiful'....and to my delightful surprise, or may I say, a twist of fate, the first story I stumble into was the exact same story...wow!!...Alhamdulillah!!..Allah had made it easy for me today....so...here it goes..the story entitled.."A Chain of Love"....read it... feel it..then let us practise it in our live!!!.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Chain of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small mid-western community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levis factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country.&lt;br /&gt;He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on.&lt;br /&gt;You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.&lt;br /&gt;Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you m'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm. By theway, my name is Joe."&lt;br /&gt;Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk.&lt;br /&gt;She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been alright with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give thatperson the assistance that they needed, and Joe added "...and think of me".&lt;br /&gt;He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.&lt;br /&gt;Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe.&lt;br /&gt;After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too.  Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do. Don't let the chain of love end with you."&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be alright, I love you Joe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-111227320131152049?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/111227320131152049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=111227320131152049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111227320131152049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111227320131152049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/03/twist-of-fate-and-chain-of-love.html' title='A Twist of Fate and A Chain of Love....'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-111184576830943902</id><published>2005-03-26T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:08:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYBE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This song caught my attention the first time I heard it..plus with very beautiful clip while watching it...the soothing voice and sweet melody swept away my breathe...the words resound in my head...and the meaning touched my heart...::sigh::..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dont really have anything to write actually...just wanted to share this beautiful song here....enjoy!!^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;King::Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;There I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Waiting for a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hoping that you'll understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The things I wanna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As my love went stronger than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wanna see you more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But you closed your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Why don't you try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;To open up your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I won't take so much of your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Maybe, it's wrong to say please love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'Coz I know you'll never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Somebody else is waiting there inside for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Maybe it's wrong to love you more each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'Coz I know he's here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I know to whom you should belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I believed what you said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We should set each other free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That's how you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;But my love went stronger than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wanna see you more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But you closed your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Why don't you try to open up your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I won't take so much of your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Maybe, it's wrong to say please love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'Coz I know you'll never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Somebody else is waiting there inside for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Maybe it's wrong to love you more each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'Coz I know he's here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But my love is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't know if this is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I know to whom you should belong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this song really remind of the person I like....but its not the same situation..this song is from a man to a woman and Im a she and he's a he...its a lot of diffrent here...and also..in this song, the hero is brave enough to show that he loves her...but me..NO..Im to afraid to to be friends with him what more to show him that I like him....am I afraid?..or just waiting for the right person to be brave and bear with the humiliation...or waiting for the right moment to admit my feelings?...I'll just leave the matter here..after all..Im only 17...Im still young to be drowned in this dreamy thoughts!!!...^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-111184576830943902?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/111184576830943902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=111184576830943902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111184576830943902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111184576830943902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/03/maybe.html' title='MAYBE...'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-111138521757789004</id><published>2005-03-21T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:44:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple H(Hectic,Havoc and Happening!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all I can say about my life for the past fortnight!...My last post was very worrying and sad..at that moment all I can think about was about my result and honestly saying..I didnt sleep mch that night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But Alhamdulillah...the result was great...eventhough I didnt get any straight A1s...and not 17 subjects...but still I manage to achieve 12As..11A1s and 1A2 for history..^_^....Even most of my teachers said 'Rugilah...satu je lagi..kalau tak dah masuk paper nama awak tue..!!'..but as for me..I'm really relieved for not making it into the papers...and initially my target was never to be mentioned in any media and even now I never regreted it...plus I'm contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And about choosing what course I wanted to venture in?..the question became lighter and more visible for me to see the answer....and thus I resulted in choosing biomedical engineering as my main course and medical as the second choise..and now I'm only left to pray for the best....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since the result was out, I havent spent much time at home...I was out window shopping with family and friends...going to school to get some of my certificate legitimated by the school and searching for my present....hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was feeling kind of lazy to update my blog and changing the layout as the space seems to be too small for what Im writting..^_^...but for the sake of people who might read this blog(ade ke??) I will still update it from time to time but not as often as before..maybe I'll be changing the layout soon..within this week I hope if Im not so lazy an dwill be posting some pictures of me and everything!!!Wait and SEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/10962026-111138521757789004?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/111138521757789004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=111138521757789004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111138521757789004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111138521757789004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/03/triple-hhectichavoc-and-happening.html' title='Triple H(Hectic,Havoc and Happening!!)'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-111038063108786714</id><published>2005-03-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:42:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This question is very synonym to everyone even at a very tender age of 5..I've allways had people asking me this question and remembered how easy was it for me to answer it..'Adik nak jadi doktor sakit puan'..or Adik nak jadi arkitek'..or even ..'Adik nak jadi model'...yeah...that was the answer to the question..how simple was it then...and as time goes by the ambiton changes..from being a fashion designer to the prime minister or from being a painter to an engineer..how easy...the stages of growing up..how fun living life without worries....I miss my childhood soo much...especially at time like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tomorrow is the day...yup...its here..but its not everything..whatever the result is I only hope I wont dissapoint any one I care the most and most importantly I wont break the hearts of my love ones..I would rather run away than facing the sad face of the person I love most..but I know running away isnt going to help solve any problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But today..this is the hardest question I have to answer...harder than the SPM questions...really I have to admit that Im scared of making the wrong decision and path in life...so after taking in considerations and comparing between choices I had, I have choosen to explore mor eabout Biomedical Engineering...hope this is the right decision....and so I pray..Oh Allah..help your servant..show me the right path..tha path that I wont regret choosing..the right path that will take me closer to You ..the right path that will make Islam a respected religion again....the path that will give me contentment and make the people I love very dearly and hold close to my heart very happy..~Amin~....^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-111038063108786714?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/111038063108786714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=111038063108786714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111038063108786714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/111038063108786714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-do-you-wanna-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up?'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-110965265346233099</id><published>2005-03-01T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:40:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Recap!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It has been so long before I blogged...and here I am sitting here...feeling really lazy to write...well..we shall see how far can I write and how much story I have in store for a week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hmm...where to start?...first thing I can remember is Belle died....=(...I dont know what went wrong, but that evening she wasn't moving and weak...am sooo sad....it hadn't even been a month since I first bought her...maybe she could not blend in with the surrounding and her two other friends..which are bigger and very active...she was always pushed around..literally...and she never seemed to have any appetite while eating too...compared to Leo and Gracie....I can just hope that she is at a better place know....miss you baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The funny thing from Belle's death is that my father bought two very weird looking and huge new tortoises...and to my shock its yellow!!!...lol!!i was afraid of them because they look so different and really had this scally arms and also scales around its head...ewwww....yup, that what I thought at first...but then ..the more I looked at them the more I thionk that they are actually really cute...but still I'm afraid to hold 'em...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Saturday I went to KPP....a talk that must be attended by everyone before they can take a test for getting a drivers license...so next week I'll be taking the test..really nervous...but I think I can score if I study well...insya-Allah....met old friends and new friends too while there...they are all so friendly and kind...but I don't like some of them...most of the students there age between 16-21, give or take..and msot of them smoke too!!!..really hate it...while waiting for the ride home I can say that almost everyone around me are smoking..especially the boys...arghhh!!...feel like going to each of them telling that they are BAKA!! BAKA!!! BAKA!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well look like I did okay..not too short or too long...just fine....till next time(dont know when that is)..blog again!!!&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/10962026-110965265346233099?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/110965265346233099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=110965265346233099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110965265346233099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110965265346233099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/03/week-recap.html' title='A Week Recap!!'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-110904665401317864</id><published>2005-02-22T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:39:32.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;Learning Tagalong Through Songs Vol I&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kailan Ka Darating  (When will you come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dati ay nasaktan na (I was hurt before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ayoko na sanang lumuha pa (I dont wanna cry anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nag-iisip, nagtataka, (thinking, wondering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sa"kin kaya ay darating ka pa (To me maybe will you come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nagtatanong ako kailan kaya (Im curious when will it be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Marahil ay nariyan ka lang (Maybe with your presence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sa"king tabi ngunit di ko alam (By my side, I dont know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sana nga"y malapit ka (Really hoping that you are near)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Pagkat ako ngayo"y laging umaasa (when I’m always hoping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Balang araw di na mag-iisa (That one day I wont be alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kailan ka darating sa buhay kong ito? (When willl you appear in my life?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kailan mapapawi itong aking lungkot (When will my sadness wash away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ang puso ko"y naghihintay sa"yo (My heart is waiting for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nasa"n ka o giliw ko? (Where are you my love?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ako"y nangungulila sa "yo (I’m looking for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kay tagal ng "yong pagdating, (Long before you came)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sa diyos ako"y laging humihiling (To god I always pray)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nagdarasal sana ay dumating (Hope my prayer will be answered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ano"ng kinakailangan kong gawin (what shall I do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Anong kailangan kong gawin (what shall I do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Upang ika"y maging akin (To make you mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nasa"n ka na (where are you now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It was actually very hard for me to translate this..and there are even some words and line that I didnt manage to even translate...the word meaning changes based on the whole sentence..how did you do it Reezy..Im impress..you manage to translate so easily...I think Arabic is easier than Tagalog...I have to say.... and also..maraming salamat po for helping me to translate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I had to use the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagalog-dictionary.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Online Tagalog Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-110904665401317864?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/110904665401317864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=110904665401317864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sunday, February 20, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fun!Fun!Fun!...never had so much FUN for a very long time.....thanx Kak Wawa, Acik, Atai n Ale....u guys had made my day!..Today for the first time in my life I went bowling..yeah bowling..things any other people always do..but its sure is the first for me...&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the alley I thought to myself..wht have I gotten myself into..what am I doing?...We registered and book a lane..and still at that moment I was still not sure wether to play or not..luckily Kak Wawa convince me and told that Ale will teach me..so I agreed..then we had to rent shoes..I was getting anxious and was still indecisive on wether to play or only watch...finally I realise it was already my time to bowl..yeah..this is it..Im going to make a fool out of myself, I thought to myself...breath in breath out..breath in breath out..took the ball..held it firm..and threw it on the lane( or whatever people call them)..hoping it will hit even a pin...and to my surprise, it all went well..I hit 6 or 8 pins down..couldnt remember well...Alhamdulillah for it!..and through out the first game..it all went great..I even got the highest score and did a few strikes and duces (kind of surprise myself here...)..and I stopped to play at the second round and continue again the third round..but this time I didnt really did great..not a strike or even duce..really tired maybe..my right shoulder went numb and is hurting ...but not so much anymore though....^_^&lt;br /&gt;After the 2 hour of bowling..we went to eat at Pizza Hut..but on the way to the next level, we saw a clown using the excletor going down..he was smilling.(duh..of course!..clown always smile with that make up on)..kind of cute and at the same time scaring too...eerie!..and of course Kak Wawa admit that she was scared of him too...As for me..becoz the clown was staring in our direction I cant help but laugh and smile at him..I dont know if that offended him or it pleased him becoz it was his job as a clown to make people laugh and happy or even cry in other situation...^_^..he was staring at us for so long that I hid behind my brother..lol!!..and then the clown was gone..disturbing and amusing other people..whew!!...Pizza Hut was two storey beside A&amp;W..so to go to Pizza Hut we had to pass in front of A&amp;amp;W..hoping so hard..and to my delight..=)..he's there...who?..the boy I had crush in Form 5..he's working there..very cute in the uniform and wearing the cap....if only he noticed that I was there....::sigh::...if only he knew.....I saw him few times afterwards( of course I walk back and forth in front of the restaurant few times too just to see him..I also met his parent..from a farlah)..I also saw Ally Iskandar of MHI..cutey!!!..he's small and cute..and also Dyna of Malaysian Idol..her voice was beautiful..I still think she deserve to win...her voice was better and she's cute too..like her...and met the same clown few time afterwards too...and also saw him talking to Ally..weird huh?...Today's also my first time trying out Roti Boy.. hm... yummy.. delicious!!!... fluffly!!! ...&lt;br /&gt;So..it turned out we were out for 5 hours!!!..The longest I ever been out for months!Learn few new lessons too..&lt;br /&gt;1. We had to give one pair of our shoe to the attendant when we rent the shoe..maybe to aviod the shoes from being steal...just maybe&lt;br /&gt;2. Stay as far away as you can from the clown at Alamanda...ignore 'em..^_^&lt;br /&gt;3. The surau was cozy..comforting to pray there...&lt;br /&gt;4. The most IMPORTANT..never be afraid to try out new things in life..life's short...take the risks and the chances..as long as it doesnt go over the religion line that is...^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-110897423909202051?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/110897423909202051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=110897423909202051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110897423909202051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110897423909202051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/02/never-too-old-to-do-new-things.html' title='Never Too Old to Do New Things...'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-110897399097732879</id><published>2005-02-21T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:30:48.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long and Winding Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Friday, February 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to search for a driving school last Wednesday..can you imagine how hard it is to find a school that have a woman instructor?....whew...hard work in finding one..and furthermore...the pay is higher too for a woman instructor...on the way home from the 'search' my family and I went to Alamanda to buy some stuff and I found Diet n Tin on the cover of Health Today....Wooohooo!!!..tried talking my father into letting me buy it and before I knew it the magazine was safe and sound in my bag....&lt;br /&gt;At Carrefour, a man..a worker there I think, bump into me while I was choosing something from the shelf...luckily he apologised..if not I would hae hit him with my trolly!!..he even stump on my shoe..Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Kedah because my cousin's grandma had just pass away teh night before....Tok Kedah used to take care of me sometimes when I was 5 together with my grandma, Tok Mi...we arrived just after the arwah was burried(Alhamdulillah), so there we were in Kubur Panjang giving our last respect to her, praying...then I had a chit chat with my cousins and soem of them was still sad...but by the afternoon after we had our lunch together...things was getting better..people was cheering up a bit....&lt;br /&gt;On our way home my cousin ide with us and that resulted in me sitting at the back alone...the ride was torturing!!!!...the road was killing!!!..its all because of the damn road!!!how can the govenment call it a highway?....I was bouncing up and down throuhout the journey and it was shacking so much!!!..Luckily I didnt get sea sick!..we arrived back here in KL at 8 pm...Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;Today I palnned to finally register for driving lessons after last day hang up....wish me luck!!!...^_^&lt;br /&gt;p/s:..Condolence to Ayah Chik and family, Pak Lang and family and every family member to the loss of Tok Kedah...and also, it is a year since Tok Mi died and my other grandma, Tok Halimah that died 5 yrs ago..Al-Fatihah and may Allah bless your souls and be among the mu'min...~Amin~..Miss you sooo much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-110897388850262752</id><published>2005-02-21T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:29:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRITTING AGAIN....SHOCKING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sunday, February 13, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....writing again today?....at this time?..Yes..while watching Milan...it has already been 2 news period that each I think lasted between 15-30 minutes. How much longer do I have to wait till it ends...getting bored and a little sleepy....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happend today..lets recap...&lt;br /&gt;Morning..err...lets make it afternoon - woke up..had a stomach ache. I think it is a small gastric. Since schoolbreak..I didnt really took care of my eating schedule...So maybe I'm having eating disorder..had egg for breakfast, feed the tortoises and watch my brother finish his modelling...&lt;br /&gt;Evening - Cook some porridge(with Mi's help), ate, shower, prayed and at last..my brother finished his modelling and is stress free..^_^.So we decided to go out and look around..bought Veer Zaara a Hindi movie starring of course my brother's fave hindi actor non other than Shahrukh Khan ( I also like him..but not as much as my bro here..) and we also bought somme books..I bought John Grisham's Rainmaker..thought it would be fun to read new things n a best seller other than Harry Potter( is this best seller?..dunno..lol)...&lt;br /&gt;Night - Watch football, ate dinner,watch FRIENDS..the same episode all over again..never bored..with the stupid jokes..n later on MILAN of course..which just ended..whew..loooonnnngggg wait..it lasted for almost 4 hours.with the news, and the add..I cant stand it!!!!It was good though..leaving me with a question- You love becoz u need or You need becoz u love?....^_^ ..and there is this one song tat is intersting..trying to find it now..the melody was beautiful..the title was Kailan something....forgot already..^_^..now writing and then sleep!!!....YES!!!!zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-110897388850262752?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/110897388850262752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=110897388850262752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110897388850262752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110897388850262752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/02/writting-againshocking.html' title='WRITTING AGAIN....SHOCKING!'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-110897380677420585</id><published>2005-02-21T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:28:06.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saturday, February 12, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;They're the most valuable gifts I've ever received other than my faith and love. I think last night was one of the most gifted days I have in life.I met up with old friends from back then...Munirah...my best buddy....during Form 1 we were very close and share lots of stuff together....but soon I realise that we are not on the same track anymore and we are better of in different direction. I cant risk seeing someone as good n kind as her to become someone she's not just becoz of me....It was a looong story but wasnt that complicated at all... We nearly turn into enemies..yeah...and its all becoz of me...very immature at such tender age...when I looked back..I laughed at myself for my stupidity..but then again..I was only 12 then! Returning to the story...we became numb to each other for almost a year and at the end of my Form 2..we decided to be friends again..and I'm glad that we did...Last night..meeting up with her on YM was very very great...I'm really thankful (and thanx AO for helping me with everything last night!)&lt;br /&gt;AO taught me to use Friendster (for the first time ever I'm using this thing)..I found so many of my so called long lost friends..from primary school to secondary school..looks like friendster does bring something good ..^_^&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up old friends today at a kenduri kesyukuran was really overwhelming!!! At last..for almost 2 years..I finally met up again with one of my best friends, Kauthar!..Wow..what a day!! Kauthar..with her and my two other best friends, Adilina n Farhana..well..let just say that if we are together...it is like black n white...salt n wine...sun n mon..heaven n earth..yeah..yeah I might be a little exagarating..but it all bring back to one conclusin..we fit each other in different ways....I've experince more than half of my exciting moments in life with them! We fly together..^_^..got into trouble with the discipline teacher...fighting with the boys (including going out with too..shhhh)..and also excel in studies together...and many many more where else can you get this much fun from?...I'm really blessed to have these great frineds..even sometimes before we did things wrongly..things we're not suppose to do...I admit it that I regret them..but at the same time..I'm thankful becoz I have the chance to realise whats important in live through it..Alhamdulillah....All of these memories..the sweet the sour..painful..its part of my life and with these essence, my life is richer..I wouldnt trade any single one of this memory even for a mountain of gold!!( yeah right..there r some that I hope I could trade, even with an atom)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some other time I'll open the story of the past on my way to the better future....story to share..story to be taken as lesson in life..story of me...^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-110897380677420585?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/110897380677420585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=110897380677420585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110897380677420585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110897380677420585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/02/friends-and-memories.html' title='Friends and Memories...'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-110891916369913723</id><published>2005-02-21T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:19:57.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortoise, Braces and Blackouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Friday, February 11, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was here a few days ago and I ask my parents for tortoises..can you believe that?...I want tortoise for my birthday...I just think that having tortoise for a pet is something new...a change to a pet such as cats, hamsters (which my brother is dying for to have) or even fish.For me I see tortoise as a cute and cool pet..they dont need to be looked after frequently and only feed once a day! How good is that?...So, on my birthday my parents took me to a pet shop in our town and I got to choose the tortoise...I bought three of them...they came in different sizes.On the way home, I took the time to observe each one of them and named them. You'll be surprise to know what I've named them and think that I'm some kind of a soap freak or something. They are Leo, Gracie and Belle...see?..As you know the first two are named after the soap that I watched before and the last one is for my favourite Disney Princess.What do you think about their names?...As soon after I learn how to post pictures..I'll post their pictures here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wearing braces for almost three years. I started to wear them when I was in Form Three and now finally while I'm waiting for my SPM result..the doctor had it taken off!!!Wow!! The first feeling was - My teeth are slippery and smooth! I love it so much!!Now i'm here writting this smiling from ear to ear showing off my teeth!! Now I'll jsut have to wear retainer 24 hours for 6 months. And then only 8 hours till forever? I dont know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Last night while I was about to post my new entry the computer just went whush and blank!..Its another blackout. The weird part was that all the other electric appliances wasnt working except for the TV!! How weird was that. And also at the moment it was airing Pendekar Bujang Lapuk...one of my favourite P. Ramlee's movies...And there I was in the dark looking at the TV and thinking thta it was haunted becoz it was still on... But soon I realise that it was not a real blackout but was a phenomena of unstable electricity ( i hope my term is right...lol)..only parts of house was in darkness.. The only machines that were working are the TVs, the living room's lights, fans and Mi Abah's bedroom lights...It was unstable until just this morning around 12 maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that's all that had happend in my life since this few weeks..I'll be updating my blog more frequently...promise!!&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/10962026-110891916369913723?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/110891916369913723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=110891916369913723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110891916369913723'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is my first entry and becoz I love to watch FRIENDS so much and other series...I decided to put the title PILOT.So...whats up?...i dont think anyone will be reading this at all..so...I'll just make it like talking to myself....Today sucks!!..one of my favourite soap just ended today...but it didnt end up the way I like it to be,but who am I to choose?Yes I'm talking about Sana'y Wala Nang Wakas (SWAN)...I wanted it to end with Leo-Gacie wedding but it didnt...I'm not so sad about that...I'm sad becoz I'm going to miss all the character..especially LEO ...I doont know what's so special bout him...but when i think about him n knowing that he's not gonna show on my TV screen next Monday or ever again...that made me sad...and it hurts too...maybe I watch to much TV nowadays with nothing else to do and got hook up so deep..&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not good at writting and narrating but...sometimes I jsut got to express and pour my heart out.....People always say that u can always express ur feeling by singing doing sports or something u love....as for me...I'm not good at singing (trust me..u can ask my whole family) and sports?.. id ont thik so..I'll be lying on the track after running for 10 seconds... =P....my bad!!..and doing what I love?....what do I lke to do?...I'm not sure...still searching or myself.....so...that's when I end up here..writting this...becoz..as for the mean time...this is the only way I know to express myself besides praying to ALLAH that is...okay then...So...that's all for my first entry and hope to write more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-110891910138529295?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/feeds/110891910138529295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10962026&amp;postID=110891910138529295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110891910138529295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10962026/posts/default/110891910138529295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qistinsan-e.blogspot.com/2005/02/pilot.html' title='PILOT'/><author><name>Qisteena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478677893022659903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10962026.post-110891624502576044</id><published>2005-02-21T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:19:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to A New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think it is better to start by saying..Welcome to my new crib and enjoy ur stay....I decide to move from Xanga becoz its crazy there and is no that user friendly after all..frankly,just the name 'Xanga' got me hooked up at first..but now I think this is better...So..I guess here it is..Welcome to all of you and also to myself( I guess..)....Look around and give me what you have to say...^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p/s..I will be reposting what I had post in Xanga before..for you guys to read them here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10962026-110891624502576044?l=qistinsan-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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