<?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-23050022</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:52:45.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incessant Rants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-8757718880467985276</id><published>2007-03-15T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:48:36.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therosette.livejournal.com"&gt;http://therosette.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save it! cause am gonna shut this blog soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-8757718880467985276?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8757718880467985276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=8757718880467985276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8757718880467985276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8757718880467985276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/03/move.html' title='MOVE!'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-2363568218203509451</id><published>2007-02-19T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:53:16.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer using blogspot.</title><content type='html'>Definition of a FRIEND is vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because youre my schoolmate, does not make you my friend. As far as I know, I only have 7 friends with me. 7 people in my life right now who does not have blood relation whom I truly consider them as a friend. These are the kind of friends who doesnt stab you in the back. Tells you what they dont like about you straight to your faces.They lasts forever. In my opinion, bestest friends and great good friends are all one big piece of bull. Because now, many are becoming two-faced till you dont even know them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder sometimes, what has happen to all these people. Moreover, people who you know, say shit about others. Well hey, theyre no better either. You know what really confuse me? People who loves poking their nose into other people's lives &amp;amp; the shit did not stop there. They talk about the certain people like as though its nothing. Oh, and the bonus part is, they judge them! Judging and concluding shit about others when clearly, they themselves dont even know the person they are talking about, personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma is a good thing. And when karma comes back to all you fuckedup people, I hope it hits you good and dont forget, let me know how it feels, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of my loves and those I am keeping in contact online, I have moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therosette.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The rosette&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is my new online journal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-2363568218203509451?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2363568218203509451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=2363568218203509451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2363568218203509451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2363568218203509451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-longer-using-blogspot.html' title='No longer using blogspot.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-2782260564706797986</id><published>2007-02-17T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:42:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you I'll bleed myself dry.</title><content type='html'>To my dear whose going on a holiday trip, I hope you have a real good time. Dont flirt with the cewek-cewek, okay. hurr. By the way, do take care of yourself too. I'll be good here, dont you worry. Come back soon. Love you &amp; am gonna miss you a hell lot. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-2782260564706797986?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2782260564706797986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=2782260564706797986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2782260564706797986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2782260564706797986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-you-ill-bleed-myself-dry.html' title='For you I&apos;ll bleed myself dry.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-5327027048156868197</id><published>2007-02-14T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:32:14.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELOVELOVELOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJiluVA6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/5WYNitbjZx0/s1600-h/I+got+engaged!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031375698549605282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJiluVA6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/5WYNitbjZx0/s200/I+got+engaged!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH, not literally tho( oh, how I wish! ).&lt;br /&gt;Personally-made flower rings courtesy of Sann!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJiVuVA5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/gAj4hK8uAzk/s1600-h/Happy+Valentine%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031375694254637970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJiVuVA5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/gAj4hK8uAzk/s200/Happy+Valentine%27s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJ9VuVA_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/AHMBWjuRwzc/s1600-h/Property+Rights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031376158111106034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJ9VuVA_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/AHMBWjuRwzc/s320/Property+Rights.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you sweet gorgeous people out there, HAPPY VALETINES!&lt;br /&gt;I swear, many people made my day, today! The hugs and the kisses. The gifts and love. They just make smile like a loon when I sit down and think about it. To those people, you know who you are, thank you so much for everything! *beams* aaaaaah, I cannot stop smilingggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, actually I dont really celebrate valentines, but I accept today as another day of friends appreciation day. wipeeeeee. (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJ9VuVA-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/PVnC4LAKakg/s1600-h/Chocolate+Affair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031376158111106018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJ9VuVA-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/PVnC4LAKakg/s320/Chocolate+Affair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the LOVE OF GOD, I got chocs from sweeet jannah! And that my friends, wrap up my valentines today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJ9VuVBAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qZIXqJvDdYQ/s1600-h/Sweet+valentine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031376158111106050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJ9VuVBAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qZIXqJvDdYQ/s320/Sweet+valentine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, he makes me melt too! In a million ways, I tell you! nyeh nyeh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJ9luVBBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/iK0N3MKMaIE/s1600-h/Sweethearts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031376162406073362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJ9luVBBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/iK0N3MKMaIE/s320/Sweethearts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then these 2 piggies, obviously had their share of fun with one watching the sunset and the other hot date-less. mwahaha! &lt;br /&gt;okay, i still cant stop smiling. (((((:&lt;br /&gt;oh, I hope YOU people had a fun day too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-5327027048156868197?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5327027048156868197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=5327027048156868197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5327027048156868197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5327027048156868197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/lovelovelovelove.html' title='LOVELOVELOVELOVE.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RdMJiluVA6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/5WYNitbjZx0/s72-c/I+got+engaged!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-7613404168978207358</id><published>2007-02-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:08:24.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The higher you go, the harder you fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8yVluVA3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FHEgXonLg-w/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030294655281202034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8yVluVA3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FHEgXonLg-w/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know, I had always been fond of butterfly-watching. The perfect epitome of freedom, I'd say. Lovely aint it, to be able to flutter as and when to where you wish. They are just pretty creatures which are able to catch my eyes and captivate me with their beauty, though, I dare not touch one. I will scream and shout, run away, mind you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xqluVAwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/oshIac6rf0I/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030293916546827010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xqluVAwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/oshIac6rf0I/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xqVuVAvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cN9Nv-6gtyQ/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030293912251859698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xqVuVAvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cN9Nv-6gtyQ/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Saturday's school CVD, I still came down to support 215 and P21. (: Both are, my classes after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8yE1uVA2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/vc2xrZ2jKuY/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030294367518393186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8yE1uVA2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/vc2xrZ2jKuY/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xsluVAzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tspISzu1nMc/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030293950906565426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xsluVAzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tspISzu1nMc/s200/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a funfair without the love of friends?&lt;br /&gt; The lovelies came down too, and I just realised, we didnt get a group photo on my phone. Thanks to those of you who came down. God, I was glad to see you guys. Am serious. After a long while. Like omg, I miss us. Anyways, sorry for the aftermath. I know I owe you guys big time. For now, thank you so much cause you guys did made my day tho, i somehow ruined yours. sorry (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xqluVAxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qdLnGoWdX4s/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030293916546827026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xqluVAxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qdLnGoWdX4s/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xq1uVAyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/pXiOhoBzQ6Y/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030293920841794338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8xq1uVAyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/pXiOhoBzQ6Y/s200/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these 2 bitches, hehs, are leaving Yj. One leaving for NAPFA, the other for Nanyang Poly(clinic) haha. okay lame. Joke not funny. sigh. I am so gonna miss sann cause she's the artisticly talented one who I have been friends with ever since in 1st 3 months course in MI. Huimin, for her bubbly sweet lovable character. School is so quite without her. 115 of 2006 is so different alr due to the splitting up. omg i better stop, or i'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8yEluVA1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KU8N-Bi1eiA/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030294363223425874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8yEluVA1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KU8N-Bi1eiA/s200/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8yEluVA0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/qqJP4kNLw5o/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030294363223425858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8yEluVA0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/qqJP4kNLw5o/s200/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the day ended with huda selling off her milkshakes. haha, oka seriously? no.hee (:&lt;br /&gt;Star-gazing in the middle of the school field was super fun and I cant belive we did it. It was fun tho. Jannah even forgot that she was allergic to grass, only realising when she was reminded after laying on the grass after what, 1231241244 minutes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works out well, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-7613404168978207358?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7613404168978207358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=7613404168978207358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7613404168978207358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7613404168978207358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/higher-you-go-harder-you-fall.html' title='The higher you go, the harder you fall.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rc8yVluVA3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FHEgXonLg-w/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-8740917186213611084</id><published>2007-02-09T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T18:00:30.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doughnut Delights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RcxDGFuVAuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5isE-6veyLs/s1600-h/Doughnuts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029468655760769762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RcxDGFuVAuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5isE-6veyLs/s320/Doughnuts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spicy cheeeeeese which isnt spicy at all is preeeeeeetayy good-bottom row 1st from the left. (: A new flavour for doughnuts. wahahahas. Note, one missing already. Double dark choc doughnut, it isssssss. wooooohooo. Although it is a help from reza's friend, thank you anyways to the both of youu. weeeee. He left this 1dozen doughnut-contained orange box at my front 'porch' for meh. hehs. (((: Okay goodbye, I shall indulge in the beautiful sweeet delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit: only 3 doughnuts left. Like hello there, I didnt eat it all okay. I had my fill of 3 doughnuts and distributed the rest to the my family members. Im a gooooood niece/sister/granddaughter, okay. (: haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, tmr is Yj's open houseee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look forward to meeting my loved ones! yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-8740917186213611084?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8740917186213611084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=8740917186213611084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8740917186213611084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8740917186213611084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/doughnut-delights.html' title='Doughnut Delights.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RcxDGFuVAuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5isE-6veyLs/s72-c/Doughnuts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-2409742481344356871</id><published>2007-02-06T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:40:55.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will tears come running down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RchzB-Vcn9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/BubuDFCjhgk/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028395461709176786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RchzB-Vcn9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/BubuDFCjhgk/s200/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, the Big O results is said to be out this friday. Lucky me, I had gotten mine last year! heh. I really do wish these mates of mine all the best in getting those results back and be in tears in the name of joy. (: I am so gonna miss them if they leave yj cause, I kinda have already bonded with them. Its the kind where, I can joke about anything and everything without them taking it too seriously. Cause thats what its all about, having fun. Well, they are sure great company who loves cats and never fails to go to the kitty corner and play with the YJ cats, while I, go somewhere else I find more interesting. Haha. Not to forget, all the best for the whole lot of you others too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RchzCOVcn_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mvJxMfZWCXU/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028395466004144114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RchzCOVcn_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mvJxMfZWCXU/s200/Image088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RchzCOVcoAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/huxFkdYRcik/s1600-h/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028395466004144130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RchzCOVcoAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/huxFkdYRcik/s200/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RchzB-Vcn-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/akNrVA81k7A/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028395461709176802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RchzB-Vcn-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/akNrVA81k7A/s200/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Had MCS early dinner just now. A very peaceful filling dinner. It was, too quiet in fact. Not much of a cam whoring session. A pretty bland experience. Oh well, had snapshots with maya and asmara, tho. And my 2 new lovely J1s-Farah and syarifah. Farah is the blur funny while syarifah is the bubbly kind. Well, I hope I will have a blessed and fruitful year in YearOne again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and SYF dance is in f. 7 weeks! GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wish my &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; ones can come down and support me.&lt;/em&gt; SO HORRIFIC, LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-2409742481344356871?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2409742481344356871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=2409742481344356871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2409742481344356871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2409742481344356871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/will-tears-come-running-down.html' title='Will tears come running down?'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RchzB-Vcn9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/BubuDFCjhgk/s72-c/Image075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-4143875017143072058</id><published>2007-02-04T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:26:28.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What unites Singaporeans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Its such a turn on, somehow, when L.Lewis pull his shorts up strike a pose right before kicking the ball. &gt;.&lt;]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIONS&lt;/span&gt; WON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hooraaaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4143875017143072058?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4143875017143072058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4143875017143072058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4143875017143072058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4143875017143072058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-unites-singaporeans.html' title='What unites Singaporeans.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-6904361653492289494</id><published>2007-02-03T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:15:02.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause baby girl's a queen.</title><content type='html'>Chocolates serves many purposes in their lives, I must say. Some gives chocolates as a sign of their affection towards the recipient, wherelese some others, gives just because the recipient totally loves chocolates. Well cmon, we gotta admit, we all love chocolates dont we? Maybe not now, but never ever! We mustev at least love/like chocolates at one point of our lives. Consuming chocolates really do elevate oneself, and for myself, the sorrows somehow vanishes. Dark chocolates totally makes me high, I tell you. No other stuffs are able to make me that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a boring start this new year, things are actually looking better as the days goes by. The sun is shining brightly and I am actually looking forward to whats to come, with the coming of each new day. School is as mundane as usual. Classmates are such darls and schoolmates, are the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RcQHceVcn8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/bGSft2OHmpU/s1600-h/Sorry+sery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027151269813067714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RcQHceVcn8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/bGSft2OHmpU/s320/Sorry+sery.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just when I thought there would be nothing in this PAE batch that I would miss, two of my classmates made my days in yj most touching. Although you might say, "Its nothing big" yadaa yadaa, Its the sweet thoughts that accounts for the mentioning worth. So, I received a bar of toblerone and ferero roche. All in the name of being sorry for being insensitive. Not that I was even offended in the first place, they were in fact very apologetic about the whole issue. Thus, I received chocolates as a token of apology from them, when they took me by surprise during GP lesson. Its just so sweet of them to do such. Sometimes, its these kind of simple gestures which makes school not such a bore. Its the people in it who makes your time in school the most fab. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey, its already 1 month into the new year. Around 9-10 more months to promos. Assignments and tutorials were handled pretty well relative to last year's. However, like I said to my close ones, I would collapse come june if I were to keep this up. Being consistent is good, it keeps me on par with lectures as well as tutorials. On the other hand, its draining every ounce of energy thats in me in order to be ahead of the rest. geez. Hopefully, come April when the SYF is over, I have more time on my hand to be able to have a proper time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about drained energy, me falling sick twice this month isnt a good sign, is it? Call me weak. Perhaps I am. :( It must be due to the lack of sleep everyday. And I am sick at this very moment. Its been 2 days and coming to the 3rd today and I a still not fully recovered. Grrr. Oh, and I missed 2 days of lessons! Having a bapok voice doesnt help either. I feel like a guy/butch when talking to my girlfriends while I feel like a guy/gay when talking to my boyfriend. God, this is hilarious! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wanna talk about social life? A BIG HAH. boohoo. I dont have one. SO pathetic right? Its been a month and I dont even get myself an outing to relax and recharge because the weekends is set aside for assignments while weekdays is for CCA and cathing up. OMG, what happened to my plan of going out at least once a week? sheeeesh. And I can sense someone calling me "&lt;em&gt;kental mak lodeh&lt;/em&gt;" already. Anyways, no more complaining, Im contented with my schedule right now (even without a social life). I can say, Im a no lifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worst, I am missing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I am gaining my self-composure though the state of striking a balance between work and play, I am so not there yet. Oh well, I'll give myself more time to adjust. No pressure on me. And oh god, I am beginning to prioritise alot of things thats to my benefit, and thats a bad sign. And, thats what you economist call 'opportunity costs'. XD Till then, have a good day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-6904361653492289494?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6904361653492289494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=6904361653492289494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6904361653492289494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6904361653492289494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/selflessness.html' title='Cause baby girl&apos;s a queen.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RcQHceVcn8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/bGSft2OHmpU/s72-c/Sorry+sery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-6217980772722893629</id><published>2007-02-02T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:01:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not pms, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is&lt;strong&gt; true&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You get very easily agitated when you're &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-6217980772722893629?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6217980772722893629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=6217980772722893629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6217980772722893629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6217980772722893629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-pms-please.html' title='Not pms, please.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-4505534728887139830</id><published>2007-02-02T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:01:50.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way you look at me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVTtA7EZ1S4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVTtA7EZ1S4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If i could freeze some moment in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Be the second that you touch your lips to mine&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to stop the clock, make time stand still&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, this is just the way I always wanna feel&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;PS: i love you seri. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4505534728887139830?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4505534728887139830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4505534728887139830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4505534728887139830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4505534728887139830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/way-you-look-at-me.html' title='the way you look at me.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-8846039217725483608</id><published>2007-02-01T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:36:27.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hadyhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIslijVGQPY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be so quick to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock your body&lt;br /&gt;Please stay&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to admit you wanna play&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rock you&lt;br /&gt;Till the break of day&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Got time, but I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna rock you girl&lt;br /&gt;I'll have whatever you have&lt;br /&gt;Come on, just give it up girl&lt;br /&gt;See I've been watching you&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you move&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead, girl, just do&lt;br /&gt;That ass shaking thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna rock you girl&lt;br /&gt;Make a move, but be calm&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, let's give it up girl&lt;br /&gt;See it appears to me&lt;br /&gt;You like the way I move&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Pull you close and share my groove&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: you turn me on!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-8846039217725483608?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8846039217725483608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=8846039217725483608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8846039217725483608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8846039217725483608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/hadyhere.html' title='hadyhere.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-1147405839744948769</id><published>2007-01-30T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:55:36.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Propaganda-ing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rb85xxvgitI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jJOIBzEHxxw/s1600-h/SHeng+kai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025799236497738450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rb85xxvgitI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jJOIBzEHxxw/s200/SHeng+kai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With people like these in my class, how can I not have fun in school? hurrr. No hard feelings yeah, sheng kai? Just an illustration of how quirkyly fun our class can get. Im serious! (: My class have been pretty alright, I must say. This new batch of students are one studious bunch. They mug like as tho theyre taking their A's tmr and never skip a class. What a brilliant influence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take on school, its been pretty alright. For the first time, I understood how to find the limiting reagent and how mole concept works. Combustion theory coincides with Avogadro's Law and all that stoichiometry stuffs. Maths is a blast cause Im abit more wiser in getting hold of calculating equations with summation. hooray for meh! However, for the first time in life, I am starting to hate econs. I miss Mr Bernard Syn, I dislike Miss(or mdm, idk) Mona Chew. Econs is becoming a blur to me. I dont get what shes trying to teach, seriously. I guess, I do have a different kind of fear towards my present tutor. That kind of, "IstilldotutorialbecauseIcantstandyou" fear. I dont even know if its classified under fear, in the first place. And since teacher do read their students blog, I shall shut my trap now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YISHUN JUNIOR COLLEGE&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Celebrating Values Day (CVD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Theme: &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Celebrating Values With Passion"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;10 February 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2.30pm to 9.00pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coupons selling at $10 per ticket (Tear-able $2 and $1 coupons that makes up to $10 for one ticket) .&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;You can use the coupons for buying the awesome stuff there! Its pretty cheap considering. All the more, youre doing your bid in helping us raise funds for the school and for the welfare of the needy students. Well hey, it is for a good cause, y'know. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whats more, &lt;strong&gt;FREE ADMISSION &lt;/strong&gt;to the college! DO come and have a fantastic day with friends and/or family for a typical bazaar like atmosphere at our college! Meet up with long lost friends and strengthen family bonds! Moreover, theres loads of home-made food like brownies and cakes, chocolate fondues and satays! Play fun interactive games and even dunk some meanie teachers or friends on the dunkin' machine!For entertainment, theres a live concert full of bands waiting for you! Even, colouring competitions for the young!So, what are &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; waiting for? Dont miss out on the fun! Looking forward to see you!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any enquiries or purchasing of coupons, do contact me.&lt;br /&gt;Through this blog or my cell no. for those who has it.&lt;br /&gt;Want to know more? &lt;a href="http://www.yishunjc.moe.edu.sg/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; and press enter to, enter (duh.)&lt;br /&gt;So, come people! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sery (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-1147405839744948769?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1147405839744948769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=1147405839744948769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1147405839744948769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1147405839744948769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/propaganda-ing.html' title='Propaganda-ing.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/Rb85xxvgitI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jJOIBzEHxxw/s72-c/SHeng+kai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-7092027327998753268</id><published>2007-01-28T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:46:41.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you endlessly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbxLqhvgisI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HCmoK9i9PIA/s1600-h/hadyseri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024974478222854850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbxLqhvgisI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HCmoK9i9PIA/s200/hadyseri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Its been pretty much a hell of a roller coaster ride with you in my life. Ive gained the power to hold my head up and the ability to walk this unexpected path of life again, with you becoming another pillar of strength for me. Ive learned to treat others the way I want them to treat me. You taught me not to be selfish but instead to give my all into everything I do, cause I shant worry as karma do exist. Most importantly, you taught me how to love endlessly and not expecting any in return. As the saying goes, 'dont be sad if he doesnt loves you back. Just wait for it to grow in his heart, but if it doesnt, be grateful it grew in yours' Baby, I only have you to thank for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few months has been the greatest of my life. I have no idea it would turn out this way. Our love has defnitely grew. I would love to celebrate the many months that we have known each other. Truth of the matter is, knowing you , means more to me than celebrating the time I am officially with you. Cause without getting to know you, we wouldnt be where we are now, in the first place. And you, mean the whole world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" so we shall;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be one, and one another's all."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-7092027327998753268?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7092027327998753268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=7092027327998753268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7092027327998753268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7092027327998753268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/loving-you-endlessly.html' title='Loving you endlessly...'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbxLqhvgisI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HCmoK9i9PIA/s72-c/hadyseri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-7552484678565991824</id><published>2007-01-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:08:23.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperchase surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023238461031746210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbYgxBvgiqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DJPv2UeJLqU/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, I got my organiser at last. A pretty pretty swirly wirly rainbow black-based organiser from paperchase! Bloody hell, I am flabbergasted by what my love has done. heee. (: Of all places, he placed the border's plastic bag at a rubbish dumpsite which was near the lift landing. heeek. I am still in shocked. So sweet of him to give me such lovely surprise(&lt;em&gt;the whole surprise thing, i mean. Not because he bought me the organiser, by itself&lt;/em&gt;). ; makes me love him even more XD. yay.I still cant believe he did all these just to drop me something when he knows hes suppose to be at home resting cause hes sick. From now on, the organiser shall be fully utilised and I shall not forget what assignments I've not done and tests dates which are coming. woohooo.I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; YOU, BABY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-7552484678565991824?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7552484678565991824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=7552484678565991824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7552484678565991824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7552484678565991824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/paperchase-surprise.html' title='Paperchase surprise!'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbYgxBvgiqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DJPv2UeJLqU/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-1540734957723619441</id><published>2007-01-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:38:29.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me that we belong &lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-1540734957723619441?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1540734957723619441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=1540734957723619441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1540734957723619441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1540734957723619441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/will-you.html' title='Will you?'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-5616096333608342047</id><published>2007-01-22T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:20:18.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I rode a motorcycle.</title><content type='html'>I had the urge to note it down somewhere and I feel like this is just the place where it should be. I have the weirdest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday night, I was making or perhaps, in one real live situation action-pack blockbuster with Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker. We were in KL for some reason and headed towards Johore Bahru in motorcycles, one each mind you, running away from the Secret service. There were shootings and hiding, running and escaping from the police and the Sercret service themselves. Matter of fact, I even suggested them to 'go back home' since Singapore was just across the causeway. The dream ended with 3 of us and a lady at some ulu road of johore scavaging food to eat. Actually, it was more of us infront of a prata shop when I received a call jolting me back to reality. Its so weird, i tell you. And moreover, I dont even like shooting people, whats more, holding a gun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while ago, I dreamt I was one of those irritating buggers who insist on you getting a flyer everytime youre off the escalators. I was promoting Sakae Sushi with Huda! Like, OMG. What the bloody hell ! I suck at doing that job and due to that, we had an 'instructor' to teach us. Guess who? He was my dance instructor! Super lame. Oh, and I met my long lost primary school friend in my dream. Neelofar was her name. hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if youve not noticed, I no longer have a tagboard cause somehow this layout doesnt support it. I cant even have my pop-up tagboard. Thus, i turned to 'comment-ing' instead. So you people can still 'talk'. Simply by commenting after each of my entries. Works abit like livejournal. Though I am still re-considering the user-friendliness of it. hurhur. :) Till then, I better be off to school cause I am having GP test today. darn. Wish me the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-5616096333608342047?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5616096333608342047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=5616096333608342047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5616096333608342047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5616096333608342047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-rode-motorcycle.html' title='I rode a motorcycle.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-8430517390994206483</id><published>2007-01-21T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:09:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family is Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbNf870J8oI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mvHDm82ShOo/s1600-h/3+dares.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022463509901472386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbNf870J8oI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mvHDm82ShOo/s320/3+dares.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these two sugarcoated lovely kiddies since, whenever. Somehow, I am the one whose missing in action while they both go out and have some fun. I have been mia eversince sec 4 up till now. I seriously have no idea when I will be free to catch up with them. They're the best pair of cousin and best friends a girl , or anyone for that matter, could ask for. Thankful I got them! Hearts you two. &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I had a visit to Ain's house in celebration of a warm home coming for her mom(my aunt) from Mecca. Alhamdulillah, shes back safely. No kidding, the glow and radiance of her face accompanied with her smile just warms my heart. It felt kinda emotional especially when she hugged me upon entering the house. I had a really great family gathering just now. Not some extravagant great gathering with fine dining of out of the world kind of food and all that jazz, but more of simple(but stil sumptious) food and great company. It had that cozy feeling where I can just snuggle up with my relatives at a comfy sofa and just plainly enjoying each other's company. Laughters with jokes were not spared either. Oh, and I watched the plasma playing the shots taken showing my aunt's journey when she went on that Haj. The camel was cute! haha. And I got a taste of air zam-zam, alhamdulillah. I am grateful I have a wonderful family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love them very much. :) On the other hand, talk about New Year's Resolution, I know of some people who doesnt believe in it. I was going on that same direction too, trust me. Its the same old jane again. A new year, a new start, a new begininning. By the end of the year, you've realised you've not achieved what you have hoped for in that year. Worst still, you have forgotten about it all together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I am begininning to believe in New Year's Resolution. Thing is, a few years back, I hoped for something(more of a wish rather than a resolution, id say). The thing I wished for didnt happen as how I hoped it would have been, on that year. Then, I gave up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know what, that wish I made a few years back, was granted &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;. I am starting to believe in &lt;strong&gt;miracles&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-8430517390994206483?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8430517390994206483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=8430517390994206483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8430517390994206483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8430517390994206483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-miss-these-two-sugarcoated-lovely.html' title='Family is Everything'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbNf870J8oI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mvHDm82ShOo/s72-c/3+dares.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-6283733773803053988</id><published>2007-01-20T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:54:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Though new is created, the old is not forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbGz8L0J8iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5guaTFFQIX4/s1600-h/P21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021992906039882274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbGz8L0J8iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5guaTFFQIX4/s200/P21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbGz8L0J8jI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2V3tIU_y1Qo/s1600-h/P21-a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021992906039882290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbGz8L0J8jI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2V3tIU_y1Qo/s200/P21-a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much awaited Dragon Boat-ing with P21 can be said to be a success. New friends were created and bonds shared. Though a few didnt come along, P21 was doing pretty fine I must say. We ended up being the 4th boat to reach the finishing line. Yay. A short 2 hours of fun but my skin reacted. It was pretty red and was of a darker shade right after. The public was staring looking puzzled as the weather was pretty cold and was down-pouring, but there I was looking almost tanned. hurhur. The activity was fun. Pretty fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the course of the week, busy hectic schedules started as our time tables were changed. I am quite dis-pleased(if theres such a word!) with chemistry practical. The teacher is superbly boring. No kidding. She informed us that the repeat students still have to attend practical lessons but need not attend SPA. Its seriously, stupid. Then tell me, whats the point of me going to practical lessons when I dont need to take Practical examination? I was already planning to make full use of my 2 hours to do some thing MORE productive, like say, revising. Am definitely gonna check out with my previous chem teacher and ask about SPA. Isnt it as good as me re-taking SPA? god. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time tables are not nice anyway. It has only been a week. From what I feel, my 90% of my energy is used up everyday. BY the time I get home, it'll be too tiring to do anything, literally, and I ended up on bed, sleeping. Omg, im so inefficient and unproductive! grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, we had a short 115 gathering outside LT2 and we sang Andria a birthday song when she came along. I really miss my class. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;em&gt;EIGHTEENth&lt;/em&gt; BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANDRIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbGz770J8gI/AAAAAAAAASk/uKbBOXlCnYM/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021992901744914946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbGz770J8gI/AAAAAAAAASk/uKbBOXlCnYM/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Youve been a great dear! I really hope we will all promote and get the to the top of the cohord this year! jia you! A whole year spent with you was great babe! The times shared with you being so caring, gosh, I am missing it all. Love you babe. I hope you have the very best future and a blast this year and next. All the best in your future endeavours. May God bless you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;em&gt;NINETEENth &lt;/em&gt;BIRTHDAY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;JANSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbG5-r0J8kI/AAAAAAAAATE/yzHvsH35Bmk/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021999546059321922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbG5-r0J8kI/AAAAAAAAATE/yzHvsH35Bmk/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for everything, yo. You have been the 'da ke' of the class. With your advices and such. Youre a truly nice person with a great heart. Be the very best CT rep this year, okay!I am sorry I couldnt attend the outing today at Fish&amp;amp;Co. Hope you enjoy your day! I wish you all the best in everything you do! Jia you for the As this year. Once again, I wish you the very best. Much loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;115 of 2006,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt; you guys a &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-6283733773803053988?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6283733773803053988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=6283733773803053988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6283733773803053988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6283733773803053988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/though-new-is-created-old-is-not.html' title='Though new is created, the old is not forgotten.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RbGz8L0J8iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5guaTFFQIX4/s72-c/P21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-682505390943523290</id><published>2007-01-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:42:27.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; TGIF !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-682505390943523290?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/682505390943523290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=682505390943523290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/682505390943523290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/682505390943523290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-my-baby.html' title='I want my baby!'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-4459940762397701148</id><published>2007-01-16T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:53:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary?</title><content type='html'>I had always wondered how my life would have been like if I had chose to lead a solitary life. If at that one point of time in my life, I had made that opposite decision and walk down the path of solitarism, I would still enjoy life as it seems I guess? Fun is a definite though at a monotonous rate with what hectic schedule I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new people are pretty interesting and quite fun to talk to. One even call me 'minah Ite'. First thing first, I am labelled a minah. Like, damn. And Ite? Okay, nothing against them, blame my uniform okay!Overall, its pretty fine for starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all that joy and tears, it adds richness and meaning to your life when there is someone there that you can share your experiences with. I am glad I chose that path at that point of time of my life and I can surely say I am having THE time of my life. Life has never been this meaningful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He means the world. He means alot to me. He means everything. He is, my everything. Not a day can I live without him. Hes my superman! or &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cicak man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have fun Muse-ing people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while im stuck at home, eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, and I hate my blogskin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gonna revert back to the retro love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4459940762397701148?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4459940762397701148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4459940762397701148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4459940762397701148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4459940762397701148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/solitary.html' title='Solitary?'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-3384076744979859019</id><published>2007-01-14T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:04:30.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When time waits for no one.</title><content type='html'>I'll be a no lifer from now on. Im sick of everything life has to offer at this very point of time. Dont start asking me about my well-being and such in a few minutes time cause I might change my fickle mind. You know, sometimes you'll have that mentality that life totally sucks and its degrading your self-esteem truly deep and nothing is helping to reverse that, at that same point of time. Well, it sure kinda suck, and you'll start to imagine what life would be if you took the other turn at some point of your mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pity aint it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-3384076744979859019?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3384076744979859019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=3384076744979859019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3384076744979859019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3384076744979859019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-time-waits-for-no-one.html' title='When time waits for no one.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-3083090220570117915</id><published>2007-01-13T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:21:15.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for my cicak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the crankiness lately. I just want you to know to know that am sorry. Youre my hunnybun sugarpuff hummpy yumpy yumkin sweeetie pie!!! Love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-3083090220570117915?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3083090220570117915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=3083090220570117915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3083090220570117915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3083090220570117915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-for-my-cicak.html' title='This is for my cicak.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-3538739504117282239</id><published>2007-01-11T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:11:00.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Style, Three Looks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c74/freaquestar/Mommy.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c74/freaquestar/Thegrandmama.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="148" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c74/freaquestar/Theanak.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something interesting worth posting up. hurr. I love my grandmama and mommy! Both of them tried on my specs, yo. hahaha. They look fabtabulously awesome. Hearts em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Orientation pics will be posted up soon on the weekends perhaps? Am seriously looking forward to my new class bonding activity on Monday. Dragon-boating at Kallang. yay! And somehow, thank god orientation is done and classes have already started. woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kissable lips, baby? ;)&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/23050022-3538739504117282239?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3538739504117282239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=3538739504117282239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3538739504117282239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3538739504117282239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-style-three-looks.html' title='One Style, Three Looks.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-1430875514941315985</id><published>2007-01-08T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:37:54.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, today is really a shitty day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need your support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-1430875514941315985?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1430875514941315985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=1430875514941315985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1430875514941315985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1430875514941315985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-today-is-really-shitty-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-7782050546960771089</id><published>2007-01-07T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:02:19.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop it already.</title><content type='html'>Imagine waking up, rise and shine one fine day. You open up your eyes and feel the warmth of the sun's rays on your skin shining in through your window. You senses shift to the outside world as you can hear sounds of the birds chirping and the peaceful silence of a beautiful Sunday morning. Youre tucking in further and snuggling up in your cozy bed as you close you eyes hoping to breathe in more of this rare instances, peaceful solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, as everything else seems so picture perfect. Something's amiss. Just something, felt awfully wrong in the house. Youve decided to give it a chance and let it go for you dont want to give up on this rare escape from the bustling and hectic schedule of the everyday norm. You rise up to get out of bed to have a full magnificent view of your front. You tugged/pushed/banged and tried practically eveything, but you just couldnt get the door open although you perfectly know that it is not locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide to rush back in and get hold of the phone. Dial up your neighbours', only to find out that your door has been messed up from outside when they checked it out. They help you out. Youre now left with a crashed Sunday morning and a much needed replacement for the damaged door. The exterior of your house has been splashed with paint and you were locked in. A disgusting animal's head left on your doorstep which leave you speechless and you and everyone else there, find it oh-so crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, while neighbours are figuring what kind of a black whole debt have you fallen yourself into, you on the other part, are figuring out what have you done to offend anyone. Heres the thing, youve not done anything wrong, and chances are, this whole spectacle, which you know must have been some big mistake, might have been brought upon to you stupidly by mistake. Now, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report to the relevant authorities and move place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I dont understand is, why do some debt collectors go to extreme measures like this. Knowing theyre illegal, blindly and mistakenly creating a scene, moreover, on an unexpected innocent resident. I find all these scary.Still, why go on illegal when you know youre gonna get bust sooner or later? why, just to make quick bucks on the flower? Dayem. On the other hand, why do people still go to illegal money lenders knowing they cant pay back what they owe as fast as they get it? Both are just seeking trouble, from what I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats the topic for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taaah. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-7782050546960771089?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7782050546960771089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=7782050546960771089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7782050546960771089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7782050546960771089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/stop-it-already.html' title='Stop it already.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-2603967076325657825</id><published>2007-01-06T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:41:38.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c74/freaquestar/OGLs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who're making it all work- Terrance, Guang Zu, Peiru.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, I have the same familiar faces as the OGLs for my OG(orientation grp) as well as for my sub-house, R2( Rodney 2). yay. So far, orientation has been... uhm... uh huh. oooooooooooooooook. Yesterday's 'amazing race' from yishun(school) to bishan(community centre) to bradell(KFC) then orchard(Hard Rock Cafe) to somerset(skate park) and last pit stop, yio chu kang(animal farm). hehs. My legs wanted to fall off. It was crazy, walking around like that with whole newbie cohord taking public transport wearing the same t-shirt. blah. I hope for a better next week. Oh shit, speaking of, dance starts next week. dayem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c74/freaquestar/chickendance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c74/freaquestar/canteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random photos of orientation that has been happening these past few days. haha, I hate the orientation T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c74/freaquestar/bestfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c74/freaquestar/nasuhaandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;More random? Eleanor and Nasuha. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Ive changed my subject combi. And bloody hell, there is a block test coming and If I dont pass it, that means 'sayonara' to me. Out I go to no where, where no one/school wants me. Yj is cruelly kind, after all. They have kind caring teachers with a cruelly ridiculuos requirements to meet. Oh well, books( more of, notes), here I come! really! sheeesh. Maths Chem and Geog with H1 Econs. Dammit, sorry econs, I love you but youre concept is just hard and not easy for me to grasp and most importantly, apply.hehs. On a brighter note, NO MORE MALAY AND PW. THANK GOD. wooohooo~. okay da. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-2603967076325657825?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2603967076325657825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=2603967076325657825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2603967076325657825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2603967076325657825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/orientation-randomness.html' title='Orientation randomness.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-8670621545037059388</id><published>2007-01-04T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:47:43.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The clouds crying down on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so sorry mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry for those I let down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deserve those words being said. For my own sake, my future. I promise, I wont do it again.  Don't give up on me, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-8670621545037059388?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8670621545037059388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=8670621545037059388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8670621545037059388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/8670621545037059388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/clouds-crying-down-on-me.html' title='The clouds crying down on me.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-5452524209817537626</id><published>2007-01-03T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:02:51.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck, I need a new blouse for school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="199" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c74/freaquestar/hoho.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was first day of school. I dont feel like a newbie, dammit. And there isnt any cute guys to look at or any girls to gossip about. Boring, I know. So I&amp;company skipped all the talks and only attended the mass dance for what, 20 mins? hehs. It was a long stupid boring day. Oh cmon Yj, bring forward the good stuffs, can. ergh. What 'amazing race' thing? and 'scouts camp'? I heard theres dragon boat. Oh cmon, just get it started already! I am getting sick of the new building tak menjadi which you happily spent 1.2 mil on, and I dont see the benefit. Not yet, at least. Oh, and wheres the new canteen? Oh bother, Yj Yj..Aper ni?HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one day and am complaining like a bitch. Always.Whiny, maybe. But one thing stay true, I still love my library basement. So cosy and comfy. :) Oh, I didnt thought waking up in the morning would be so difficult. Especially when I slept late and woke up early. Dammit, I looked like i didnt bathe in the morning. hehs. eh, I DID okay. But waking up was made much easier with a familiar lovely voice on the other line. Loves. And the day was so different from every other day spent with you. With you around, you give me every ounce of strength to make me go through this. Youre my pillar of strength, thank you baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got my specs today, and something sportsy, thats worth the money. It got down from 50 to 20 ish bucks. hehs. Love it, totally. And its pink. Hot pink, yo!.Got down to Tm and dine in at Pizza Hut with a newbie in yj that happens to be hud's schoolmate, ex-schoolmate that is. And due to the late coming of the food, she demanded a free brownie, and we got it for free. Pretty nice, eh!. And then, we head down to bedok and back to Pasir ris( aww, huda happily sent me home, hehs. ) and she went home. Anyways, no matter what babe, I am here for you. S'mar, I love you too hun, you white bitch. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck and all the non boring situations in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have fun, you fun people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-5452524209817537626?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5452524209817537626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=5452524209817537626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5452524209817537626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5452524209817537626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/fuck-i-need-new-blouse-for-school.html' title='fuck, I need a new blouse for school.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-4034865425377580680</id><published>2007-01-02T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:46:57.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the escape artist, I am rare. woah</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/escape_artist.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4034865425377580680?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4034865425377580680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4034865425377580680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4034865425377580680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4034865425377580680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-escape-artist-i-am-rare-woah.html' title='I am the escape artist, I am rare. woah'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-1905264969389617151</id><published>2007-01-02T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:45:26.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL CRAZE.</title><content type='html'>Yes, like everyone know, tomorrow is already &lt;strong&gt;3rd of January&lt;/strong&gt;! Oh fuck, school is starting and thank god I stayed home today instead of the going out like how I planned yesterday. The news has yet to sink in me. Nevermind that, cause I am actually all set and ready to 'tackle' the new year ahead and am determined to get myself promoted this year. hehs. But you know what, maybe not all that you plan may be the true outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I stayed home because of the fact that I had to help and wrap my brother's books with transparent plastic covers which I didnt thought it would take hours to complete. I am totally exhausted now and my back is aching from sitting, actually more of aching from arching my back while sitting, and it hurts like f. cause the same pressure muscle point hurts. I think I have a muscle defect, haha. Anyways, I did at last complete my winter cleaning and now my room is sparkling clean and you can the your food off the floor, not literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am having bad signs about this whole retaining and starting school(again) shit. First thing first, I cant find my school blouse that I wanna wear tomorrow. Call me kental, but yes, I cant find it. Its the blouse I wanna wear tomorrow and I dont wanna result to wearing a PE/house/class T-shirt to school. Moreover, I had this dream in the morning that I had to be retained(I already am, anyway) but wasnt able to continue doing so in YJ. Instead, I was to continue in MI. Not that I have anything against it, but omg, why all these bad signs popping out the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I forgot what bus I have to take to school! Like bloody hell. And of course, I had that scared weird feeling of whether I am able to make it through again(this whole thing) for another 2 years. Listen, the last year was hard enough, with me having all the fun in the world and being such a lazy arse all at the same time but also working my butts off, I still didnt make it. And me being retained was also by marginal, by the fact that econs saved me from being kicked out off school by that mere 1 mark. Thank god. God, it really&lt;strong&gt; OPENED&lt;/strong&gt; my eyes&lt;strong&gt; REAL WIDE&lt;/strong&gt;, and is signalling to me all these isnt a play matter, its serious and I have to commit 2 years of my life solely to studies, I am serious. I know me best, and unless someone bug me and tell me straight to the face how an arse and fool I have been, I wont believe it myself, hehs. I really cant have the fun like I used to have; get it all out of my sight cause I am determined to be a mugger. HAHAHA. okay, okay. serious, serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear God Almighty, Its a brand new year. Please give me another chance at this new beginning with everything and, everyone, around me. I wanna make it right this time round. Make me a better person with the wisdom that Ive gained through whatever Ive faced so far. And I/theworld need/want world peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amin. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-1905264969389617151?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1905264969389617151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=1905264969389617151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1905264969389617151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1905264969389617151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-craze_02.html' title='SCHOOL CRAZE.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-3040659755015307862</id><published>2007-01-01T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:46:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter unfolds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijh1Uk4OI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2tsjGA9NsH4/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014937986721439970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijh1Uk4OI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2tsjGA9NsH4/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with flocking to Su's place and enjoyed glorious sumptious multiple meals at her crib. With the endless number of cousins, aunts and uncs, (I have a gargantuan family, you see) and the food contribution by each family, how can I, or lets say, we, not stop eating? heee. I tried different dishes like the traditional lontong swimming in lauk lemak topped off with serunding, totally awesome chicken curry, wicked sweet and sour fish, sambal goreng, my fav. kuih lopez, tasty mouth watering fried chicken, the dead awesome potato salad, chocolate melting cake, thirst-quenching sarsi(i think) and this cool ice-cream that is sealed in a mooncake. Fantastic. Sucha a filling day to begin the last day of 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijiFUk4QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/r5EPRl69Vus/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014937991016407298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijiFUk4QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/r5EPRl69Vus/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijiVUk4RI/AAAAAAAAAP8/W55DY7u1Tbs/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014937995311374610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijiVUk4RI/AAAAAAAAAP8/W55DY7u1Tbs/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then off to My grandma's place of the momsy's side. hehs, of course, changed into some quick fix clothes before heading down to johore for a shopping trip. hehs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijiFUk4PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/eGdcvQgP6y8/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014937991016407282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijiFUk4PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/eGdcvQgP6y8/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijiVUk4SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/URprRIlWak0/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014937995311374626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijiVUk4SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/URprRIlWak0/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the sales don't really qualify themselves as sales. The prices there are like the same as the ones in Singapore even after their discounts and price slash! We ended up buying nothing except for grocerries there and settle down for dinner, instead. But sadly no, not at Kenny Rogers, like how I wished it would have been. :( Oh, and i got my Dunkin' doughnuts! Oh how I love that thing! and also some other stuffs that I am forbidden to buy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikKVUk4TI/AAAAAAAAAQM/n0i2nktAQec/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014938682506142002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikKVUk4TI/AAAAAAAAAQM/n0i2nktAQec/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikKlUk4UI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SM2oZZ2-M8k/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014938686801109314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikKlUk4UI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SM2oZZ2-M8k/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my aunt's birthday, which is today-1st January, at this place called Black Canyon Coffee.heeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikKlUk4VI/AAAAAAAAAQc/a7HgeQ7vzb4/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014938686801109330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikKlUk4VI/AAAAAAAAAQc/a7HgeQ7vzb4/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikKlUk4WI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zEGi1ryg_JM/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014938686801109346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikKlUk4WI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zEGi1ryg_JM/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself this tasty spicy stir-fried fetuccini. They sold fusion food. So I was like hey, why not give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikK1Uk4XI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1n1jcxInFXc/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014938691096076658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikK1Uk4XI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1n1jcxInFXc/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikY1Uk4YI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/exMTyy-QGGc/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014938931614245250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikY1Uk4YI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/exMTyy-QGGc/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother ended up with that masterpiece and we all finished our dinner with a dessert. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikY1Uk4ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xhKh11kF7wI/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014938931614245266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZikY1Uk4ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xhKh11kF7wI/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see bright lights at the photo above. See the green lights? Thats the fireworks. I manage to come back safely right before the clock striked 12. It was 11.50pm to be exact, when I passed the Singapore immigrations. So yeah, celebrated the coming of the new year, alone, in the car, on the road. Pathetic, no? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What strike me was that, the last few hours before countdown, everything I did, everything I experienced and faced, the joy and the sorrow, was replayed through my mind. hehs. Oh boy, never did it fail me to move me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 2007 everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you have a blessed year, ahead. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-3040659755015307862?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3040659755015307862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=3040659755015307862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3040659755015307862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3040659755015307862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-chapter-unfolds.html' title='A new chapter unfolds.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZijh1Uk4OI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2tsjGA9NsH4/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-4751743839838462753</id><published>2006-12-29T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:52:27.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed emotions caught me up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-FYpZ_EI/AAAAAAAAANs/fILKWUcJ6js/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013911653639126082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-FYpZ_EI/AAAAAAAAANs/fILKWUcJ6js/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like so many weeks, I received this from Huimin who helped me kept it eversince Ms Luo gave each and everyone of us on the last day of school. Since I didnt attend the whole week of last week of school, I didnt get a chance to meet up with the classmates and have my final 'goodbyes'. Oh heck, it is definitely not goodbyes. damn. I love everyone so much. Ms Luo is definitely a damn fine great nice sweet (insert positive conotations here) lovely and understanding CT anyone could ever have. I just, have no idea how to express my utmost sincere thanks to her. To 115 and Ms Luo, thank you so much for the wonderful year you guys have given me. The great memories of ctg bonding moments and the bond that we all have made and shared. You guys showed me the true meaning of class spirit and shown me one like Ive never seen before. Noone can replace us and everything we've done this year will forever be etched in my mind. Thank you again, everyone. May you guys have a blessed year ahead and suceed in everything you do . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf5YpZ_JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/aBOA0c8rpK4/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511780829461650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf5YpZ_JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/aBOA0c8rpK4/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf6IpZ_NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/YfKBi8s8RyE/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511793714363602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf6IpZ_NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/YfKBi8s8RyE/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ in celebration of Christmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf5opZ_KI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IygLLfz3wOM/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511785124428962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf5opZ_KI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IygLLfz3wOM/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf54pZ_MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FInhbeaYP7I/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511789419396290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf54pZ_MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FInhbeaYP7I/s200/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Huimin's birthday too, on 28th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;My first bestfriend in yj-Rohan is the name. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf54pZ_LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lvTBd9Dh9Mg/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014511789419396274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZcf54pZ_LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lvTBd9Dh9Mg/s200/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-F4pZ_GI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fkuUTbY1LrE/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013911662229060706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-F4pZ_GI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fkuUTbY1LrE/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging of presents. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-GIpZ_HI/AAAAAAAAAOE/raJN6L_HeF8/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013911666524028018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-GIpZ_HI/AAAAAAAAAOE/raJN6L_HeF8/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-GIpZ_II/AAAAAAAAAOM/7DMmo0f1XSA/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013911666524028034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-GIpZ_II/AAAAAAAAAOM/7DMmo0f1XSA/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-FopZ_FI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-Nnk_piGoiM/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013911657934093394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-FopZ_FI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-Nnk_piGoiM/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the lovelies a few days before. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4751743839838462753?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4751743839838462753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4751743839838462753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4751743839838462753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4751743839838462753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='Mixed emotions caught me up.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RZT-FYpZ_EI/AAAAAAAAANs/fILKWUcJ6js/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-4442002559626387475</id><published>2006-12-29T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:16:27.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ones for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY  TWO BABY !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4442002559626387475?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4442002559626387475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4442002559626387475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4442002559626387475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4442002559626387475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-ones-for-you.html' title='This ones for you.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-2476001015786978386</id><published>2006-12-29T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:36:25.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can only stretch a rubber band for so long.</title><content type='html'>Too many (ceh) things have been happening lately. Ive been going out like nobodys business and having the fun and time-out that I really do need from all the norm around me. For example, I do need a break from the things that Ive been doing everyday f.day-studying, or a break from the people that Ive been spending way too much time with. In celebration of  breaking away from all that, Ive been going out, just plain chilling at the some of my favourite haunts with people that I dont usually go out with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, amidst all that, I did have fun, really. Its good to have that company that you do enjoy with and do things that u would, I guess, NEVER try to do. Although its with people I long hang out with, or would never maybe, it was worth the effort of me stepping out of my comfort zones and be 'independent' for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sometimes, I wonder, If you have someone close to you that you love and you know, who loves you back, he/she has that certain effect on your life that, Is it right if the person restrict you to do something? Not saying that the person advises you to not do the thing that in his/her mind is not appropriate, its more of the person somehow taking charge like he/she is you parent restricting you to do that certain something. Moreover, I am not even talking about that certain something being something majorly wrong to do or what. Its just, you know, not really appropriate. Oh yah, anyway, my point is, or rather, my question is, How much of  a domination of your own life can your loved ones intrude and start their control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,  since this 'thing' is happening to me,I hope it dies off soon enough or I just have to confront the person face to face. Cause, its F. irritating and I somehow feel its due to the fact that our relationship got closer like never before and i told him/her pratically everything thats going on. And now, I he/she is pissed off at everything I do and I am too, cause I feel like I cant move an inch without his/her eyes noticing and watching. SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I was saying, these few days have been great but I just feel that somethings are just, missing. I am missing his guidance, somehow. Actually more of, I am missing him. Yeah, I miss him alot. Why ar?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause, I love him damn much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-2476001015786978386?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2476001015786978386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=2476001015786978386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2476001015786978386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2476001015786978386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-can-only-stretch-rubber-band-for-so.html' title='You can only stretch a rubber band for so long.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-4134591910399484798</id><published>2006-12-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:03:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMn94KLnGcY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared to give of me&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to just believe&lt;br /&gt;I was in a jealous, insecure, pathetic place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got out of my own way&lt;br /&gt;I've finally started living for today&lt;br /&gt;I finally know I needed to grow&lt;br /&gt;And I finally know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though we will have a different set&lt;br /&gt;Something strange and new is happening&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;Its the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gave my love to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4134591910399484798?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4134591910399484798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4134591910399484798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4134591910399484798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4134591910399484798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-4161637903274721330</id><published>2006-12-27T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:51:11.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you said something; but you didnt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You mean the whole world to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your silence, meant everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that was all you gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only known you for five months. But if you put every memory, every moment, if you stretched them from end to end- they'd reach forever. That, is how much I sincerely treasure you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4161637903274721330?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4161637903274721330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4161637903274721330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4161637903274721330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4161637903274721330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-only-you-said-something-but-you.html' title='If only you said something; but you didnt.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-2386402840448890571</id><published>2006-12-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:33:59.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is better place with you in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To love is to suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To avoid suffering one must not love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then one suffers from not loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love, is to suffer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;takenfrommacsacfabric!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, the boy is back in singapore! I am so f. elated ! Had a chat on the phone with him when he just got home just now! like OMFG, it was SO good to hear his voice again. heeek :D I miss you so much baby! loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-2386402840448890571?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2386402840448890571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=2386402840448890571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2386402840448890571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2386402840448890571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-love-is-to-suffer.html' title='The world is better place with you in my life.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-252070229865166420</id><published>2006-12-25T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:10:52.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont take all these away.</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was a really, really tiring day. With whats with my cousin getting engage to the having fun before Christmas at night. HOHOHO! Now, let the pictures and captions do the talking. Engagement during the day, Orchard at night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-ugIpZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6B-DnvMWuiU/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012416777386851138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-ugIpZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6B-DnvMWuiU/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-uf4pZ-yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/usB6MvOU2Ys/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012416773091883810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-uf4pZ-yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/usB6MvOU2Ys/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfIpZ-6I/AAAAAAAAALM/89kXbtzlPZE/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417859718609826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfIpZ-6I/AAAAAAAAALM/89kXbtzlPZE/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-ugIpZ-zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dyKp2Art0Q0/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012416777386851122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-ugIpZ-zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dyKp2Art0Q0/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfYpZ-8I/AAAAAAAAALc/Txt0IirB9xw/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417864013577154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfYpZ-8I/AAAAAAAAALc/Txt0IirB9xw/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cam-whored. As much as we like. And since I didnt get to see them during Raya this year, I missed them so much and we really had a blast yesterday. Really, fun. The laughters, lameness, jokes. Nice food and great company. Oh, family-galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-u-opZ-2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/hS8Olo356s0/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417301372861282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-u-opZ-2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/hS8Olo356s0/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-u-opZ-1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GMbHjjhMk6Y/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417301372861266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-u-opZ-1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GMbHjjhMk6Y/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless Joy shared. Touching-up &amp; the Groom's aunt slotting the ring into her finger. Really nice ring, y'know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-u-4pZ-5I/AAAAAAAAALE/ZODwkmtIbnQ/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417305667828626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-u-4pZ-5I/AAAAAAAAALE/ZODwkmtIbnQ/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfopZ-9I/AAAAAAAAALk/j29g5UDn7SA/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417868308544466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfopZ-9I/AAAAAAAAALk/j29g5UDn7SA/s200/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Him to Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-u-4pZ-4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/tE6jwXOCCkI/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417305667828610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-u-4pZ-4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/tE6jwXOCCkI/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfopZ--I/AAAAAAAAALs/3TE2yasM45A/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417868308544482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfopZ--I/AAAAAAAAALs/3TE2yasM45A/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Her to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-uf4pZ-wI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9J_GpB7GrI0/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-uf4pZ-xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_rtsD0MCZTk/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012416773091883794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-uf4pZ-xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_rtsD0MCZTk/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfYpZ-7I/AAAAAAAAALU/fr4NHURYQ-U/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417864013577138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-vfYpZ-7I/AAAAAAAAALU/fr4NHURYQ-U/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The anak daras and my pham&amp;amp;I [without the 2 bros and momsy-boohoo! :( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FX4pZ_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Gs9rM4aHDOA/s1600-h/DSCN2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012441924420369410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FX4pZ_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Gs9rM4aHDOA/s200/DSCN2272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially to those wishing me a great day and a fantabulous year, I really am greatful cause u guys mean alot to me and made my day. Especially my classmates, Eleanor Winnie Rohan &amp;amp; Huimin. Great, thanks alot u guys! I hope u guys have a great Christmas too! To huda and sharon, too. Much loves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FYIpZ_BI/AAAAAAAAANA/WPzOhmbWAM8/s1600-h/DSCN2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012441928715336722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FYIpZ_BI/AAAAAAAAANA/WPzOhmbWAM8/s200/DSCN2273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FXopZ-_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/J6QetGHKRAE/s1600-h/DSCN2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012441920125402098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FXopZ-_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/J6QetGHKRAE/s200/DSCN2269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FYYpZ_CI/AAAAAAAAANI/X4jeHg2ME1c/s1600-h/DSCN2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012441933010304034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FYYpZ_CI/AAAAAAAAANI/X4jeHg2ME1c/s200/DSCN2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FYopZ_DI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NknNEnbmN-Y/s1600-h/DSCN2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012441937305271346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY_FYopZ_DI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NknNEnbmN-Y/s200/DSCN2281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A night on the eve if Christmas at orchard. Pretty lights, and we had fun chatting away at our fav haunt till midnight. Love u both much. You guys mean alot to me. Anyways, my hair is super disgusting with the soapy shit that they played with. Thank god, I wasnt grabbed again, unlike someone. hahahahaha. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-252070229865166420?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/252070229865166420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=252070229865166420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/252070229865166420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/252070229865166420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-take-all-these-away.html' title='Dont take all these away.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RY-ugIpZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6B-DnvMWuiU/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-441687085765662373</id><published>2006-12-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:43:45.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potato Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, do you know what Ive been up to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only best and most inexpensive way to kill time and actually have a jolly good time is to watch pirated movies or TV shows on the net. Thats what Ive been doing, basically. God, nothing beats than slacking at home. Feel the life of a couch potato for once. Yay. hah. riiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucked, actually. Doing all this shit &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; to kill time. Till what? Till &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; gets home. Like, duh. Haha. Lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I watched Borat today. One fucking funny bastard he. Ohkay, maybe not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; funny.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But still, I am happy I watched it already. Since everyone was talking about Borat and the jokes and shit. I got my share of laughter here and there. And some gross moments. eww.&lt;br /&gt;I am also watching Prison Break 2. Still 10 episodes to go. omg. I seriously hate this second season. It practically revolves around love. I cannot stand it.  I dont really hate hate laa, its more like, god I hate it because its f. awesome, you get me? nvm. Anyways, do catch Prison Break 2 yeah if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;haha, and perhaps, 'The L word' too. A show about lesbians. Pretty pretty chics too. I think it would be turn on for guys. Its a pretty new show that gives me a totally different perception of homos. Pretty cool shit, i must say. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for the couch potato Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-441687085765662373?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/441687085765662373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=441687085765662373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/441687085765662373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/441687085765662373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/couch-potato-saturday.html' title='Couch Potato Saturday.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-1122172036610216777</id><published>2006-12-23T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T13:28:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another part of the loves of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypN4pZ-iI/AAAAAAAAAHU/P9xdBKWWSZI/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypOIpZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4R7xKsW0bUM/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011566545660934706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypOIpZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4R7xKsW0bUM/s200/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypOIpZ-kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6s76K5gVo5o/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011566545660934722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypOIpZ-kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6s76K5gVo5o/s200/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was and should be the most memorable day for us three. It was our &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; outing together, like, for only the three of us. Okay, bedek. More like first outing to &lt;strong&gt;town&lt;/strong&gt; for the three of us after what it seem like almost a year since we knew each other. Hoho. And we did what I am not suppose to do, which was, shopping. eargh. I am super dead now cause , I have no more savings. Yes, I am destined for doomsville cause I finished my savings and also my First pay. And by saying First pay, that means, there is a Second pay coming in but grill me tight, I am &lt;strong&gt;Forbidden&lt;/strong&gt; (with a capital F) to use it. It would be a &lt;strong&gt;Sin&lt;/strong&gt; to use my Second pay for pleasure purposes anymore. Urgh. Anyways, I am not saying that I regret or whatnots, its just that I should stop buying things i dont need. Nevertheless, shopping is a great passtime for me when I have the cash babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me god, cause I think, I have been a &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; friend. Hud and me only got asmara's present for her birthday, which was ages ago by the way, only yesterday; the first photo above which should have a caption saying, "Corporate wear". hurhur. The pants is pretty, I must say. The back pockets of which one was a normal youcanslipinyourhands kinda pocket and the other one which comes with a zip. Nice, really. And there was this V-shape cut at the back. Sexy. Just wear a thong or something, complete the look. haha. Overall, it is a good piece. Very nice. Hope you'll wear it and love it to death, asmara! hoho, =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq1IpZ-pI/AAAAAAAAAIM/55c1FPgPu5o/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011568315187460754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq1IpZ-pI/AAAAAAAAAIM/55c1FPgPu5o/s200/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq1IpZ-qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fCZnJyBKMbk/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011568315187460770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq1IpZ-qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fCZnJyBKMbk/s200/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed down to Ramen Ten at Far East after shopping . Oh, Mambo is having a sale btw, fucking awesome. Anyways, back to Ramen Ten. Call me gundu or slenger, that was &lt;strong&gt;MY FIRST VISIT TO RAMEN TEN. OMFG. &lt;/strong&gt;Its freaking nice I tell you. I bought the combo meal which was way cheaper. A spicy miso chicken don which was superb. The spiciness and flavour. God, awesome! Comes with sushi which I chose the salmon and egg mayo and complete with a standard japanese green tea as a thirst quencher. Like dammit, it was a filling and tasty dinner, indeed. I sound like a jakon, i know. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypOYpZ-mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/blLnac80ofw/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011566549955902050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypOYpZ-mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/blLnac80ofw/s200/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypOYpZ-lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7idkngpbTNQ/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011566549955902034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypOYpZ-lI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7idkngpbTNQ/s200/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love the first shot, btw. heee. Hud with the stoic facial expression. And she could still ask, "Do I really have that expression all the time?" - all the time babe, all the time. haha. And now, she has two lovely curly-haired friends. Eversince asmara had her hair cut, her hair was back to normal, i guess? Her curls are back, yeay! Curls are nice. I was meant to say, Natural curls. hurhur. Oh well. Its lovelehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq0opZ-nI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mn-8iH9TU0o/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011568306597526130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq0opZ-nI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mn-8iH9TU0o/s200/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq04pZ-oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1CCPMdSmDI4/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011568310892493442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq04pZ-oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1CCPMdSmDI4/s200/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, cam-whored a little we did. Right after we ordered the food and just before it arrives. Yeay. Oh, not to forget, while we were about to enter the place, I heard the manager or whatev was talking to the waiters/servers/whatever u call them , saying that they are not being polite enough or not smiling enough to the customers. Like, ohkayy. &lt;em&gt;Ada mesyuarat depan pintu tempat customers masuk, eh?&lt;/em&gt; haha. okay, right. Right after that, of course, they were more polite and also not to mention, LOUD. They said , "*^^$&amp;^$%#$%( some jap phrase, i think), Welcome to Ramen Ten!!!" I swear it was shocking the first time round. The subsequent times, it was getting real annoying. I didnt get to enjoy the food in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the full hour that we were there, i think we heard them saying the welcometoramenten phrase like a gazillion times. oh, whats more, when one said it, the other 2689721867 waiters followed suit. So, its kinda, you, getting an acappella.(&lt;em&gt;its that what u called it&lt;/em&gt;?) Where the first person said it, and the second said it again even before the first have not finished the sentence, and it continues on for the rest of the waiters there. Can u imagine how annoying? okay, I sound like a trouble customer, but heck. All I wanted was a peaceful meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq1YpZ-rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/P-EvGLcPsNg/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011568319482428082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyq1YpZ-rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/P-EvGLcPsNg/s200/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyrV4pZ-sI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xv2zrGhxYkk/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011568877828176578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyrV4pZ-sI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xv2zrGhxYkk/s200/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to be heading home, but plans changed. I met Farah to get Borat from her. I caused her and ferhan to be late for the movie- A night at the museum, so she missed the first part. err, sorry ar babe. And please, you dont look like nerd. In fact, I like ur new specs. Ay, let me take a good look the next time round, okay? I spot nice details by the side la. haha. nice nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas decorations are already up in town. Very lightsy iightsy at nightsy. haha. I kinda forgot that Christmas is coming and Ive even yet to get a gift for my ex-collegues. Oh, I have no mood for christmas this year. Just not the time to be jolly. lalalalala.heh. Have no idea why. Perhaps due to the fact that my cousin's engagement is on Christmas eve, or maybe because I have ran out of cash. It has to be the second. haha. Okay, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyrWIpZ-tI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wX9SRG6ttao/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011568882123143890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyrWIpZ-tI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wX9SRG6ttao/s200/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyrWIpZ-uI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ktoCllZfjEk/s1600-h/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyrWIpZ-vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SoWO9vOvYCY/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011568882123143922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyrWIpZ-vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SoWO9vOvYCY/s200/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYyrWIpZ-vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SoWO9vOvYCY/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, we headed down to Zara and starbucks after that. As usual, at liat towers, ho!Yeah, we did some fair shopping, I, certainly did. A fun time, really, with the dearly missed bitches.The lameness crap after all three of us gone high for no reason at night. The non-stop laughters, of course. And basically, great company. Picnic next week, it shall be. Potluck eh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since boy is gone for the holidays, I swear I need something to do for the whole week. Daym. Really wonder how do I survive. In need of some proper planning so that i wont weep at home to death because of bore. Its only been a few hours, and am missing him already. God, what is life without a companion? Solitary is fine but with the other half, you discovered a whole more to life than what the blind eye has to offer. Call me nuts or a loon, Ive got no idea whats gotten into me. We'll work it out, someday. &lt;em&gt;Baby,&lt;strong&gt; Iloveyou&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; am missing you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-1122172036610216777?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1122172036610216777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=1122172036610216777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1122172036610216777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1122172036610216777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-part-of-loves-of-my-life.html' title='Another part of the loves of my life.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYypOIpZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4R7xKsW0bUM/s72-c/Image061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-4186072588201498519</id><published>2006-12-21T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:21:02.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach me how to make time fly faster till the day you shall come back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYqhPYpZ-hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5wXs5_AIimI/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010994821089327634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYqhPYpZ-hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5wXs5_AIimI/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I did a little bit of winter cleaning around my room today. The clothes are back where they belong, the books are shelved where they are suppose to be shelved at and just basically, taking out the stuff I bought lately from their shopping bags which I hide away from my mom because I didnt want her to know that before, my pay was yet to come and I was already using the savings money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I came across the Puma paperbag above, which says ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"CAUTION: THIS IS NOT A TOY &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Obviously It's just a bag. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, we didnt really think you would mistake it for a game consol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All we mean is don't fool around and put it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;on your head, you'll just look silly." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I find the warning label pretty cute. That was a first of that kind that Ive came across. OK, if youve seen any before, call me ketinggalan zaman nyer budak, but whatev, I just found it today so let me be the jakon here. Hoho. And my day was pretty much a bore. Head to Ain's house cause my parents wanted to meet my aunt before she goes for Haj and passed her cake lapis prune that I helped my aunt did in the afternoon. And that was all folks. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, I am gonna &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;terribly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4186072588201498519?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4186072588201498519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4186072588201498519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4186072588201498519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4186072588201498519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/teach-me-how-to-make-time-fly-faster.html' title='Teach me how to make time fly faster till the day you shall come back.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYqhPYpZ-hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5wXs5_AIimI/s72-c/Image054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-3112641812912764029</id><published>2006-12-21T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:17:05.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She said, This reminds me of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Young Love- Hud!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That taunting smile you flash to me&lt;br /&gt;You make delusion run a-free&lt;br /&gt;I fell; you stood; and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;You make my head spin; this is the fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every twinkle of your eye&lt;br /&gt;Prompt me words like "how" and "why"&lt;br /&gt;Every time you try to lie&lt;br /&gt;I think you want me but I deny&lt;br /&gt;You cant believe&lt;br /&gt;You cant conceive&lt;br /&gt;It would be mayhem without you here&lt;br /&gt;No you cant believe&lt;br /&gt;You cant conceive&lt;br /&gt;It would be mayhem, so &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; be near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silly thoughts, this silly thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Stop this madness, silly thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;If you be mad, then please be &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have &lt;strong&gt;reason&lt;/strong&gt;, be quick, then gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dilemmas conquer, doubts has been spawned&lt;br /&gt;Friends thought the worst, they tried to warn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fools young, in love; the price to pay&lt;br /&gt;They had no power, there was no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to the world around&lt;br /&gt;I lost the world but you were found&lt;br /&gt;Theyre but facades, 3 dozens a pound&lt;br /&gt;But you, my dear, you keep me &lt;strong&gt;sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deluded,free, is it make-believe?&lt;br /&gt;A gift that id gladly take and receive&lt;br /&gt;I wont return it; its mine; for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So leave me world, Ill pay the fee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-3112641812912764029?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3112641812912764029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=3112641812912764029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3112641812912764029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3112641812912764029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-said-this-reminds-me-of-you_21.html' title='She said, This reminds me of you.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-6913532054487361288</id><published>2006-12-21T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:54:52.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoAoopZ-UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f29RNe1ORMY/s1600-h/Picture(133).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010818233508952386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoAoopZ-UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f29RNe1ORMY/s200/Picture(133).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoAoYpZ-RI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WKa86XlqpZg/s1600-h/Picture(35).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010818229213985042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoAoYpZ-RI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WKa86XlqpZg/s200/Picture(35).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoAoYpZ-SI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xaDhdzX63_M/s1600-h/Picture(115).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010818229213985058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoAoYpZ-SI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xaDhdzX63_M/s200/Picture(115).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As known, my hair was already chopped off a few days ago and so the above are the very last few photos of me and my big puffed up wavy and whatothervocabhaveyougot hair. :) Okay seriously, I gotta say that i really do &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; my big uncontrollable dataktauaperlaginakbuat hair. I miss the spirally thing at the very ends of the hair. I miss the quite long alotho wavy irritating fringe. I miss the puffiness of it all. I miss everything about it. Though the length is about the same and everyone says it still looks the same, it is definitely not. heh. &lt;em&gt;sigh. &lt;/em&gt;I miss my hair lah! Thats the longest length I ever kept, ever. :( Pardon me for the pics; it was taken after/ just when I woke up while taking a short nap at work. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoAoIpZ-QI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sK2VObckW0k/s1600-h/Nokia+6280.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoAoopZ-TI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PmL3TvMLvC0/s1600-h/Picture(117).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB_IpZ-XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YybAaht2XqU/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010819719567636850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB_IpZ-XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YybAaht2XqU/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB_YpZ-ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xZaMlzVET6Y/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010819723862604178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB_YpZ-ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xZaMlzVET6Y/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoEmIpZ-gI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5gy5R9wWi2k/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010822588605790722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoEmIpZ-gI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5gy5R9wWi2k/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the photos now after are shots of me and the new hair. Looks the same, huh? But the fringe is shorter right? I know, and it curls up! Hummph. Very irritating. At the very least, the obvious browness of the hair is already gone, thus, I dont really need to worry about Mr.Ganesh breathing down my neck if he were to see my dyed hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was out to Hidayah's house for a little get together with her zie ooze and tata. Her brothers has definitely grown up and turning into fine young lads. A well filling lunch of spaghetti cooked by her momsy served to us. Of course, tata was already getting set, and charging to dig in only to realise ooze has yet to come. hoho. Hence, we started out without him and had our usual lame conversations that never fails to crack every single one of us. Farah with the jokes that revolves in her own world(which means, none, i repeat, &lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt; of us understands) haha. Zie with the talking and then not understanding or realising what she just said. And not to forget Hid, with the slowness and blurness. Me? everyone who knows me, understands. :D And it kicked off into a conversation between tata and izam of the different kinds of Scary Movies. The lameness and shit. Eh, I wanna watch ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB-4pZ-VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gx8zLD9sG7c/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010819715272669522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB-4pZ-VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gx8zLD9sG7c/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB_IpZ-YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iw1pekQBUeM/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010819719567636866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB_IpZ-YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iw1pekQBUeM/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the comforts of yayah's bed and after ooze had reached and taken his lunch, we (&lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;!) watched Saw 3 which was R21. It is fucking gruesome, okay! Jigsaw is actually an old man. At the verge of dying he could still say, " I wanna play a game," How lame can that get? I could only laugh under my breath as clearly, I was still scared to death to look at the screen and watch the movie. I was behind yayah all the way, hiding behind her back. haha. Kental, i know. But oh heck, the starting of the movie was already fucking eww and urgh that I seriously dont mind missing the whole story. And, I skipped the movie not even half-way through the movie. Oh god, I cant imagine how I would be if I was in an actual movie theatre watching Saw 3. I would run away even before it starts, i think. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCjIpZ-dI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_fhk8biINiw/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010820338042927570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCjIpZ-dI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_fhk8biINiw/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoD_opZ-fI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vXU64JvOlAk/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010821927180827122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoD_opZ-fI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vXU64JvOlAk/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCjIpZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LQwHx_0vrUc/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010820338042927554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCjIpZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LQwHx_0vrUc/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB-4pZ-WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vyJh3hgzRx4/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010819715272669538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoB-4pZ-WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vyJh3hgzRx4/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, basically, I spent my time with all the lovelies and a pimp was there for the ride too. Haha. Oh, Izam made for us a pancake which was topped off with rasberry ice cream. Sungguh sedap. I ate about 2 spoonfulls till I forgot all about it since I was busy with something else. haha. I think Izam can cook way better than Yayah. Judging from it, perhaps, Izam will do all the cooking if you wanna harapkan yayah. haha. Hid, the cook? More like philippino maid, can ah. hahahahahaha. ( &lt;em&gt;nahi, nahi!&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCi4pZ-aI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2d4zrqo2jeg/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010820333747960226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCi4pZ-aI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2d4zrqo2jeg/s200/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCi4pZ-bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XVqzDksTAGk/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010820333747960242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCi4pZ-bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XVqzDksTAGk/s200/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day ended, with tata leaving us first since she wanted to get her specs. Thus, she missed out the after fun. We spent a little time under the block at a small fitness centre where we tried to the pull-ups. heh. Even if I cant do a single pull-up, at the very least, I could reach the bar.(unlike some people....hmm...) hahahaha. The new moulin rouge cast was formed and sexaaah ooze did a performance especially for our eyes only. He did a pole dance! Like hey, how rare will we get that kind of chance! Priceless honey, priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zie send me home in a taxi and ooze went off taking a bus. Hid, took her night walk accompanied by izam. Thank god Izam was there. Even I would worry if she took her night walk alone. Da lah with the long hair, I would be afraid if she was kidnapped by some foreign worker. She would shout, " Nahi! Nahi! " and noone would understand. :( (&lt;em&gt; I shall upload that video of urs yayah, post it up yeah?&lt;/em&gt; ) hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCjYpZ-eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QJ1QjAmwsRw/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010820342337894882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoCjYpZ-eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QJ1QjAmwsRw/s200/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, and father bought me the phone I wanted. It wasnt much of a need, but ohmygod, I got a new phone. Nokia 6280. Pretty bulky, but compared to the motorola flip-phone which I could might as well throw, the bulky one is way million times better. Nonetheless, I am thankful I got that rabak motorola flip-phone before cause I wouldnt know how to live without some form of talking-technology with me. haha. yay. I have a new phone, babeh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-6913532054487361288?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6913532054487361288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=6913532054487361288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6913532054487361288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6913532054487361288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-of-friends.html' title='The love of friends.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYoAoopZ-UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f29RNe1ORMY/s72-c/Picture(133).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-2676512927684789590</id><published>2006-12-19T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:21:01.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the things that makes me happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; WITH WORK !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYiLR4pZ-PI/AAAAAAAAADs/P2zMk_kQTEo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010407724829767922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYiLR4pZ-PI/AAAAAAAAADs/P2zMk_kQTEo/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so thats only part of the &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; goody news. :))) Now, I can wake up in the late afternoons and sleep in the early mornings. Basically, a change in sleeping routine for the next 1.5 weeks! But then again, I wont be able to re-change it fast enough and recover from the trauma of waking up early in the morning, since school WILL be starting in 1.5 weeks. So how? God, I still cant believe I spent my days in the 4 walls of an office instead of the comforts of my feather-soft bed. right. On the bright side, hey, i got the experience to be an examiner(hah!) and the pay! yay. The pay is good, babeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Moving on, yesterday was the last day of work and all of us( the primary school examiners ) decided to work &lt;strong&gt;overtime&lt;/strong&gt; since most of us couldnt finish re-checking the booklets for wrong markings that we could have penalised the kids. And so, an extra hour in the Project Room of Level 3 was spent hurrying checking and sorting out the exam booklets. hehs. That reminds me, I doubt I will ever work 9-5 again. Its &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; boring, and so not me. Routines, routines and you know what?&lt;strong&gt; Routines&lt;/strong&gt;, again. eayeargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, the day before was superb. I got my pay, yo. XD As usual, I do what girls do best. &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/strong&gt;. woot. I bought myself a new bag for school which everyone thought was a new bag for my laptop. -_- Probably due to the square-shape nature of the bag. Also new pair of sandals and a batik-ish print skirt which I totally loveandhavenoideawhentowearit. hahaha. Of course, not all was spent. Actually, ALL was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; spent. Not spent spent to buy things but, spent withdraw money kinda spent. I paid my parents back what I owe, and voila! everyone is happy! oh oh!, I bought chocolates too. One for me, one for the bf, one for the family, oh and another two for me again. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the devil. Tata's chocolate is doom to finish in a few days. But according to many who knows me best, if its right in front of me now, It will SURELY be done in an hour or two. heh. But hey, I cant help it laaa. Blame the weather, its too cold outside. I need something hot. hahaha. nvm if you dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that short shopping trip in which zie accompanied me, we headed down to TM starbucks, as usual. Hud and S'mar joined in when we were at City hall interchange. We bumped into each other there at the exact moment when the train had decided to experience technical error and not close their doors. I was laughing when the door opened for the 5th time. Whats for sure was that the train's door opened and closed for more than 10 times and I lost track of counting after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Hud was wearing something which someone would be happy if that someone sees it. We weren't evil enough to take a picture of it. haha. Till now, I still cant believe she wore what she wore. Girl, you have that 'girly girl' in you like any other girl have. Kimono and black pointed flats? &lt;strong&gt;THATS a FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;! But its love and pretty, dont worry hun. I bet, many more will flock over and fall in love and try non-stop even if their ego is as big, if you parade around like that with them all the time. But I know your heart is only for one. ;) hahahahahaha.and S'mar! Youve yet to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks was fine but not really chilled out. With Tata and Ferhan, Ferooze Hid and Zie, S'mar and Hud. Heek. Caught up as usual till ze bitches had to go off since S'mar lives in Kayu-land. Basically, it was okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, i had my hair chopped off yesterday. All the while that the hairdresser was cutting it off, I was thinking of S'mar's sis reaction since SYF is next year. I was thinking of whether she would scold me or shit like that. But I still have yet to see how my hair would turn out cause the dresser blowed my hair and it was straight as fuck. I never had straight hair before. It was SUPER cool okay. But now, next thing you know, I might be walking around with an afro since my hair will curl up back again. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the boyfriend, and the story was sweet, baby. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Okay da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-2676512927684789590?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2676512927684789590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=2676512927684789590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2676512927684789590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/2676512927684789590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-things-that-makes-me-happy.html' title='All the things that makes me happy.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYiLR4pZ-PI/AAAAAAAAADs/P2zMk_kQTEo/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-7993151088952575791</id><published>2006-12-17T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:49:42.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, it's nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck, I'm in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-7993151088952575791?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7993151088952575791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=7993151088952575791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7993151088952575791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7993151088952575791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-its-nothing.html' title='Oh, it&apos;s nothing.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-4363294848575858125</id><published>2006-12-16T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:11:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This silent treatment youre giving me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember those times we laughed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those times we cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Times we shared together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss it so dearly, I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In good, or in bad. In sickness or in health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In whatever state we're in, you know I will be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you be there for me, too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4363294848575858125?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4363294848575858125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4363294848575858125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4363294848575858125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4363294848575858125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-silent-treatment-youre-giving-me.html' title='This silent treatment youre giving me.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-288568168813863606</id><published>2006-12-16T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:58:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I wanna be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYOLbYpZ-NI/AAAAAAAAADY/qOqVsN9B1DY/s1600-h/RIMG0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009000513154971858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYOLbYpZ-NI/AAAAAAAAADY/qOqVsN9B1DY/s320/RIMG0900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice aint it? A souvenier given by Farah when she had her fair share of life in Paris. Oh, and thanks dear for that one huge packet of dark chocolates that encases lovely crunchy nuts inside! (&lt;em&gt;actually, I used to hate nuts.)&lt;/em&gt;Talking about dark chocolates, I am simply indulging in it right this &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; second. Paris, Lovely Romantic Paris. Merci Farah. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also not to forget, aziemah bought me this lovely sequined purse from KL. Pretty chique! Thanks, love. Anyways, I have been doing alot of shopping lately and, have been using the savings without my mom's prior knowledge. I know I am not suppose to, but hey, I simply cant help it. Unless, someone lock my hands together and take the ATM card that has been calling out my name, everytime I found something really nice to buy. I mean, like seriously, I have been spending like nobodys business using the money I am not suppose to even touch, and I have yet to even get my pay! God, someone slap me hard, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is really delighted, at least he should be, cause I am going to be done with my work as a Temporary Civil Servant with effect from next wednesday. I seriously cant help but be greatful that I am still schooling. Work is crap. Okay lie, besides getting the jackpot at the end of the month, perhaps, the rest is all truly crap. After this 1 month experience of working, I swear, I wanna make sure I get a stable job which I enjoy doing for the rest of my life, that is, after im done with education. If not, being a housewife is perfectly fine too. :))) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and am sorry I ditched you guys in conjunction of Chernie's birthday celebration yesterday. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really truly sorry&lt;/strong&gt;. But rest assured, I am freaking free for the next 2 weeks! We shall go out yeah, classmates? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still thinking of shopping till I drop before I start schooling, again. Dont get me wrong. Its not that I dont wanna start schooling. It is fun, really. But I just wanna have a blast and end off 2006 on a good note so that when 1st January comes, I can say, " Bring it on 2007!" hahaha! and I wanna tackle Promos(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and bring it down, man. haha! Be top 10% of next year's cohord. waaah. hey, it &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; be achieved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, about shopping. Yes, I wanna get that Volcom bag from surfer babe and the tie-around sandals. wheee~ Oh, and its a sad thought, I still have yet to go VIVO. I feel like giving up. Please, get VIVO out of my sight and thoughts. Anyways, yeah, shopping partner, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finished 1/4  of the chocs tata bought for me as soon as I finished typing this entry. Haha! I am a chocolate monster! muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-288568168813863606?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/288568168813863606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=288568168813863606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/288568168813863606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/288568168813863606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-where-i-wanna-be.html' title='This is where I wanna be.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RYOLbYpZ-NI/AAAAAAAAADY/qOqVsN9B1DY/s72-c/RIMG0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-7222750353363650971</id><published>2006-12-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:31:27.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are we heading to this time round?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You promised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-7222750353363650971?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-6780268081725356015</id><published>2006-12-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:37:15.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa ertinya hidup tanpa kekasihku?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e11UxAY58KI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idontwannaloseyou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-6780268081725356015?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-1006201342073999344</id><published>2006-12-15T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T07:12:23.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be with you forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's never been no doubt in my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That i'll regret ever having you by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-1006201342073999344?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1006201342073999344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=1006201342073999344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1006201342073999344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/1006201342073999344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wanna-be-with-you-forever.html' title='I wanna be with you forever.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-806978547382606377</id><published>2006-12-14T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:00:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, where art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-806978547382606377?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/806978547382606377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=806978547382606377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/806978547382606377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/806978547382606377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-where-art-thou.html' title='Baby, where art thou?'/><author><name>ery 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Make tomorrow, happen. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-7889442746526996212?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7889442746526996212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=7889442746526996212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7889442746526996212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7889442746526996212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wanna-see-you-so-bad.html' title='I wanna see you so bad.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-680481472777182417</id><published>2006-12-13T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T07:33:48.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictive enough its driving me nuts.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was out with my lovely bitches to bugis! I missed &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;them so much la! Cant believe its been that long since we last saw each other. The usual, 'IcantbelieveImearly' syndrome hit me yesterday. Waited for asmara's hate friend for like half an hour and 1.5 hours for the Miss white herself. hoho. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you ARE white, okay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I got myself a pull-over. wooh. Some hair products. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have issues with my hair, i tell you&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;Dinner at the banquet. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got my yong tau foo, like, at last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh, and all 3 of us got girl boxers. I cant get enough of em'! oh, and also, something that goes with the babydoll-ish top i bought yesterday, which i swear, I &lt;strong&gt;WONT&lt;/strong&gt; wear. So yeah, i wasted money. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay da. Today, I shall be &lt;strong&gt;really really really&lt;/strong&gt; excited and happy ! Cos, my the tata is back from actually 4 cities, instead of 2, which she visited somewhere in the snow countries there la eh. Zie should be back from KL too, that is if, shes not stuck anywhere in traffic or something along those lines. heeeheee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i cant wait to get to daud's walk.hahahahahaha, lame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should stop this habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shall stop shopping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At least, till i get my pay! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, And I am off to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-680481472777182417?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/680481472777182417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=680481472777182417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/680481472777182417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/680481472777182417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/addictive-enough-its-driving-me-nuts.html' title='Addictive enough its driving me nuts.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-7423715651033773122</id><published>2006-12-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:29:08.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye dreams. Hello reality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RX2GYl-9WFI/AAAAAAAAADI/__21SwgYUUI/s1600-h/RIMG0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007306117777021010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RX2GYl-9WFI/AAAAAAAAADI/__21SwgYUUI/s200/RIMG0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No vivo. hummph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out with the cousins, instead. Ainonehh &amp; SueeeOn. haha. sounds jepun tak menjadi. hah. We ended up cathing up abit of here and there after what it seems like ages since we last did that. Dinner and a little shopping here and there. Lacy bottoms, cotton soft shawls, shampoos &amp; conditioner(??) and beautifuL tops was part of our unplanned shopping trip. It was nice seeing them again, really, and all of us are happy with our other half. How nice. Rare for all 3 of us being in love at the same time? so cute la we. hahaha.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; compliment sendiri, tak senonoh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cant wait for our dates at the ZOO. hohoho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, when?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/23050022-7423715651033773122?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7423715651033773122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=7423715651033773122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7423715651033773122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/7423715651033773122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-dreams-hello-reality.html' title='Goodbye dreams. Hello reality!'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RX2GYl-9WFI/AAAAAAAAADI/__21SwgYUUI/s72-c/RIMG0889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-3452548600563174046</id><published>2006-12-10T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:53:54.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sweet Day. :)))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXv4tF-9WDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PfWxgmTOwZ0/s1600-h/Picture(92).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006868864336484402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXv4tF-9WDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PfWxgmTOwZ0/s320/Picture(92).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super boredom resulted in cam whoring, at times. This time round, it was with zie's phone while we were my busstop, while, I was sending her back home. She was sweeet enough to come over that day cause I didnt report in for work on that friday. heeeheee :) Such nice friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, I cant wait for tmr. First, I will be going to work, &lt;em&gt;yessa&lt;/em&gt;! Then, I can have a nice long consultation time with my Mr.Batman. haha. Oh, and I get to see my collegues that I miss! Secondly, it will be my first visit to VIVO, after work, haha. yes. shuddup. Don't laugh okay. Many people say it was an irony. Me, have yet to go VIVO? haha, the pigs must have been trying to fly.and hopefully, will get something for s'mara for her belated birthday present. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;macam ni eh, kawan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! ohwells, doesnt hurt. yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, lets go!Iloveyouverymuch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-3452548600563174046?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3452548600563174046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=3452548600563174046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3452548600563174046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3452548600563174046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-sweet-day.html' title='One Sweet Day. :)))'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXv4tF-9WDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PfWxgmTOwZ0/s72-c/Picture(92).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-3914438025321641570</id><published>2006-12-10T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:57:02.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never, do that again.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today I was a good girl cause I made papa breakfast. Although it wasnt that much, but still, Hey! it was the effort, okay! Initially, I thought of just making him roti prata. So I was, you know, rummaging through the food cabinet while the prata was cooking on the stove above me. I wanted to find what to get for myself, cause seriously, the fridge is empty and there were practically nothing at the kitchen yummylicious enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father&lt;/strong&gt; : Nak masak aper tu? mee eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Takder aper2. takder makanan pun. Mee? takder laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father&lt;/strong&gt; : Tak. Aper tu tengah masak, sampai asap semua.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ah? maner? ( looks up and found a burnt prata.) -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahliao, sedih sia. I didnt realise I put it on a high heat. sigh. So instead, i took the prata, and cooked for my father, maggie goreng and served it with coffee. yeay. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baik nyer.haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for myself, I cooked instant creamy pasta which I initially thought I could finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear wasting food isnt good; i tried stuffing it in my mouth but damn, there are still leftovers. ergh. I am feeling miserable. The &lt;strong&gt;muak-ness&lt;/strong&gt; of the cheesy creamy thing. ergh. I can just throw up anytime. ergh. I am feeling so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yeay!! I am getting Prison Break Season 2! wooohoo. Baby now dont break it into 2!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-3914438025321641570?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3914438025321641570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=3914438025321641570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3914438025321641570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/3914438025321641570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/never-do-that-again.html' title='Never, do that again.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-4156792272032778219</id><published>2006-12-09T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:37:29.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I wanna get married and have our babies. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXq1BF-9WCI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bq8GWM4DtJI/s1600-h/twins!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006512966166468642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXq1BF-9WCI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bq8GWM4DtJI/s320/twins!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AdilRayan&amp;AdamNaufal. Remembering the time when these freaking adorable twins came to my house, I swear, the feeling of having babies engulfed me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, shuddup la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But really, seeing them so happy, smiling and such. Oh, and not to forget, i cant help but stare at how loving the parents are(my cousin &amp;amp; the husb.) Serious seh. You cant help but go 'awww' at the sight of how the mother cheers the kid up, or how the father handles the kids with so much care and love. I want babies, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of the momsy.Kak rini. aaah the boys damn cute, can? Now, im addicted to reading her blog! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehh hehh. &lt;/em&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, I really should stop posting up numerous number of, &lt;strong&gt;posts&lt;/strong&gt;, in a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bored lah, sia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, lets get married now? hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-4156792272032778219?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4156792272032778219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=4156792272032778219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4156792272032778219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/4156792272032778219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-i-wanna-get-married-and-have-our.html' title='Baby, I wanna get married and have our babies. :)'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXq1BF-9WCI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bq8GWM4DtJI/s72-c/twins!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-6532530451684754005</id><published>2006-12-09T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:14:35.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ergh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear, food therapy doesn't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Retail therapy, &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-6532530451684754005?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6532530451684754005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=6532530451684754005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6532530451684754005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/6532530451684754005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/ergh.html' title='ergh.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-5788492829515512094</id><published>2006-12-09T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:04:37.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When your momma speaks.</title><content type='html'>I really dont think my mom would be the best person to seek for advice. Told her one thing, and then she would assume the reason why it happened, and babble on with the what to do next and told me if she was me, whatshewouldhavedone kinda thing. When I said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No, thats not the reason,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she came up and assume another reason why it happened and so on. The cycle repeats, you know?ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, I dont think anyone in this world is best enough to seek advice or comfort for a situation that you're facing. Unless, the person knows exactly 95-100 % of the situation faced with the feelings involved and all. He/She may be able to calm you down and devise a plan for counter-attack.heh. Other than that, they may never understand the real thing, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps, I say, it would be best if you keep it to yourself if you don't want the situation to get worst. Cause, 90% of the time, the only thing you would want to listen coming out from the other person's mouth are things that &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; wanna listen, not what the other person wanted to say, which could possibly be far away from the real truth. Thus, either way, you're either saving yourself the trouble of paparazis taking note of every single thing you do every second, or, saving yourself from being hurt by the real truth (&lt;em&gt;which you didnt want to listen to in the first place&lt;/em&gt;). Which again, either way, you'll be devastated. Taken-aback. Yadaa Yadaa. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, life's unfair, &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-5788492829515512094?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5788492829515512094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=5788492829515512094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5788492829515512094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5788492829515512094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-your-momma-speaks.html' title='When your momma speaks.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-5126751600902757721</id><published>2006-12-09T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:04:12.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me to cloud nine. How about, 11 instead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXojw1-9V1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jYKyrHdPCS4/s1600-h/Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006353257807566674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXojw1-9V1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jYKyrHdPCS4/s320/Batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, not many know that this is my best friend at MOE. Yeah. Batman to the rescue! He saves the town, yo. A batman that constantly envies the cool powers that spider man possess. Thus, he has decided to put on those suck-on pads on his hands and feet in order to be able to do what spiderman does- climb walls, &lt;em&gt;he told me&lt;/em&gt;. haha. Somehow, you can see, I miss work. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abit lah, abit.(okay, giler, i know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXojw1-9V3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8Sn-4HNmN7g/s1600-h/RIMG0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXom_F-9V6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dKGuFbToVLo/s1600-h/camera+474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006356801155585954" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="158" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXom_F-9V6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dKGuFbToVLo/s320/camera+474.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXom-1-9V5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yAVz_neT4x0/s1600-h/indo+trip+zarifah+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006356796860618642" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXom-1-9V5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yAVz_neT4x0/s320/indo+trip+zarifah+092.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXojxF-9V4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/1EBThV_F3zs/s1600-h/RIMG0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006353262102534018" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXojxF-9V4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/1EBThV_F3zs/s320/RIMG0847.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then, there once happily live these 3 bitches who ditched me to some foreign land. FarahJunita is on a horse carriage journey of getting that hot sizzling romantic frenchman that can sweep her off her feet at the eifel. RasanubariAsmarama is on the hunt for her beloved Prince of Malayland that will be able to indulge her in more ways than one, preferably with DREAM cadbury chocolates, i s'ppose. Last but not least, I have the NurAziemah who is also on that same quest for the mat KL pakai trackpants with some baggy shirt and tha blings. ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyone else wanna ditch meh, now? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, i think i ditched more people, than people ditching me. boohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;** Talk about ditching! God, the whole family left me for johore, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, just this afternoon. &lt;em&gt;eh, sedey sia. &lt;/em&gt;And this isnt the first time! The last time, they did it 2 weeks ago. And so I came home after work to an empty house for freaken 2 days. And, today? &lt;em&gt;baek ah.&lt;/em&gt; Farking boring sia at home alone. Whats more, no one to talk to me on the phone! heh. &lt;em&gt;Someone come entertain me at my house?haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXo-j1-9V8I/AAAAAAAAABc/aX3hixZ_Fa0/s1600-h/RIMG0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006382721283217346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXo-j1-9V8I/AAAAAAAAABc/aX3hixZ_Fa0/s320/RIMG0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those times, I miss. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, baby please, get well soon. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-5126751600902757721?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5126751600902757721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=5126751600902757721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5126751600902757721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/5126751600902757721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/bring-me-to-cloud-nine-how-about-11.html' title='Bring me to cloud nine. How about, 11 instead?'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjaEwrEUiAc/RXojw1-9V1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jYKyrHdPCS4/s72-c/Batman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23050022.post-116551168888923248</id><published>2006-12-08T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:14:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I cry for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can do nuts about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eyes swollen like fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116551168888923248?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116551168888923248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116551168888923248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116551168888923248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116551168888923248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-i-cry-for-you.html' title='The day I cry for you.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116549563309423663</id><published>2006-12-07T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:48:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hot tea meets the shots.</title><content type='html'>When things clash, honey, you'll be stuck in the middle with no fuckshit. You just haveta &lt;strong&gt;choose&lt;/strong&gt;; II &lt;em&gt;suggest&lt;/em&gt;, pack your things and just walk away. Give some face. Ego-boost. Whatever. Make yourself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, never been happier to see someone's ego being crushed like a piece of trash. I thought I will be laughing my arse off, just waiting to say straight to the face,"You fucking deserve this, bitch" But no, I know better than to do what she does. hah. Fucking immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist drill? righht.&lt;br /&gt;half-day for us! &lt;strong&gt;wipeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116549563309423663?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116549563309423663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116549563309423663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116549563309423663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116549563309423663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/hot-tea-meets-shots.html' title='The hot tea meets the shots.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116541810416701958</id><published>2006-12-06T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:53:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse you, bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116541810416701958?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116541810416701958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116541810416701958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116541810416701958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116541810416701958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/curse-you-bitch.html' title='Curse you, bitch.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116536169367750894</id><published>2006-12-06T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T07:34:53.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart skips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and they say, you'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the people you hate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116536169367750894?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116536169367750894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116536169367750894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116536169367750894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116536169367750894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/heart-skips.html' title='heart skips!'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116512835545890006</id><published>2006-12-03T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T14:54:37.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When that one thing, keeps you going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serenade me with all the love songs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make me &lt;em&gt;weak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embrace me with your &lt;em&gt;soft&lt;/em&gt; touches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweep me off my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh baby, caress me with your &lt;em&gt;tender&lt;/em&gt; lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we know, we're &lt;strong&gt;passionate&lt;/strong&gt; about each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nothing, is going to change how I feel towards you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116512835545890006?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116512835545890006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116512835545890006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116512835545890006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116512835545890006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-that-one-thing-keeps-you-going.html' title='When that one thing, keeps you going.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116505044017326997</id><published>2006-12-02T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T21:01:55.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/178401/RIMG0860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/313626/RIMG0860.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/88097/RIMG0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/433411/RIMG0852.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/825048/New%20Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/6290/New%20Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/280550/New%20Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/608871/New%20Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/358218/RIMG0856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/942468/RIMG0856.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/163842/RIMG0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/691176/RIMG0871.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/323539/RIMG0863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/653303/RIMG0863.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/135632/RIMG0873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/171245/RIMG0873.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/250860/RIMG0866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/902767/RIMG0866.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/1600/813425/RIMG0865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/2355/200/521984/RIMG0865.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I have been ranting on about my work with MOE and all, and how far and theothersideoftheworld buona vista is. Its been 2 weeks. How fast time flies, ay? and in a few weeks, Im getting my arse back in school. How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a certain way, I am looking forward to school, again, somehow. It would be fun. Learning again. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anihoos, dear farahjunita was off yesterday to my dream place, beautiful paris and switz. For like 6216t57815781 days. 12 days, to be exact. So, me ooze and zie bid her farewell when we visited her a few hours at her house before she went off to the airport. I didnt tell her, but i love her boots! super chic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 1 month together, 2 weeks of work, 3 weeks of no-school, 4 months knowing, 5 years of love and more to come and a lifetime of family-ship, has been a blast to me. Nope, am not regretting a single bit. Just thankful, it all happened. I have with me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ones I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; who loves me &lt;u&gt;back&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :)))&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, alhadullillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116505044017326997?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116505044017326997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116505044017326997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116505044017326997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116505044017326997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-my-loves.html' title='I love my loves.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116489628130689412</id><published>2006-11-30T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:18:01.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS HADYREZA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, was like never before. Went sitting down at starbucks TM waiting for everyone to show up. The cashier stared at me and zie because we just sitting there and did not order any stuffs. Met syafiqah and saw khad there too. oh, [happybelatedbirthdayfiqah,again!] heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner after that with hid, zie, ooze, aminah, faisal, najib(thefriend) and fii, was goood. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FarahJunitaBinteAlias-the girl of the day didnt show up. No apparent reason; she smsed, we replied and called. But her phone was suprisingly off. How could that be? ergh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With us waiting, me being hungry, hid running off leaving her food and coming back only when we were done with our food and also with me being pretty tired and not to forget, the girl of the day being absent, I was a cranky bitch just now. hehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though, the tension was released with stupid jokes and little cathing up here and there. It was just, okay, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I am feeling blanked. haha -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA. Farah just called and the blame now is on fcuking Singtel! stupid 3G thing cannot be used! That was the reason why we couldn't contact farah, vice versa.hehs. lets see, we shall work out smtg tmr, before she's off to switz and beautiful paris! *droools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, where art thou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116489628130689412?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116489628130689412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116489628130689412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116489628130689412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116489628130689412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-hadyreza.html' title='I MISS HADYREZA!'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116481074582187524</id><published>2006-11-29T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:32:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tell me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't be afraid, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna know, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116481074582187524?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116481074582187524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116481074582187524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116481074582187524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116481074582187524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/tell-me-tell-me-tell-me-tell-me-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116480015294252362</id><published>2006-11-29T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:37:14.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aper sajer jer, sery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now listen honey, I just wanna be beside you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;As long as we're together honey I&lt;em&gt; don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you started something, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That ever since we've met you've had a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; want to be with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vonda shepard-I only want to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proper updates, only when I have the mood or perhaps on weekends. hehs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was the very first, you see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was never what I expect it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All I've hoped and dreamed for was perhaps, not to meant for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought it would be nice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought it would be sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I guess, it was not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was the very first, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hoped for it to be different but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was all the plain old jane again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It left, on my heart a slight cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didnt thought it would be a pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i guess, it was not meant for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was my first, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know when all these would end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I know i don't want it to be a trend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where allies fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and there were bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i guess, it was not meant for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was my very first, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am cranky, cause I am hungry!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116480015294252362?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116480015294252362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116480015294252362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116480015294252362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116480015294252362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/aper-sajer-jer-sery.html' title='aper sajer jer, sery.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116419835236260929</id><published>2006-11-22T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:43:09.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekanan jiwa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because, I can see us holding hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking on the beach our toes in the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see us in the country side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sitting in the grass laying side by side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.T- My Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, work has been abit head-bobbling although its only been 3 days. I have to finish marking 45 booklets a day, at the very least. heeeheee. And in times of "stress" those kids answers just never fails to cheer me up a little, even if its for that short moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anihoos, to my new curlywurly haired girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI LAHIR&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;RASANUBARI ASMARAMA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;semoga maju jaya~XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wishing you, the very best in everything you do, hun!. rest assured, am gonna be here for you. Kinda whether you like it or not. haha. Cause, as a real friend, I care for you as much. Love ya, hun. Enjoy your day. andandand, you own me one &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING TRIP&lt;/strong&gt;! hehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and yessa! I can have my boyfriend back! I can't wait! Love you, baby!and I do, miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116419835236260929?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116419835236260929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116419835236260929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116419835236260929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116419835236260929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/tekanan-jiwa.html' title='Tekanan jiwa.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116402539910930665</id><published>2006-11-20T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:23:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku tak tahu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From Pasir ris to Buona vista to Holland Village to Yishun to Tampines and back to Pasir ris again. I travelled the whole of singapore, today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work, was okay. I will be marking Primary 4 Maths and Science papers. The headache will start on wednesday. Tomorrow, is still training day. And I will be getting kids spelling like this- exsplode(explode), so post(supppose), reapeal(repel) and hentam bocai sentence structure and grammar, which I find so adorable! :)) haha. They are onli P4s, okay! so so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think, being a teacher is the most safest and stable job to be working as, in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And looking at kids wearing crocs scares the hell out of me. It reminded me of the possibility of their little tiny weeny toes being stuck and pulled off at the escalator.errrgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh, and i dont like wearing wrap-around skirts, anymore. so leceh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love jeans, they're cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna go shopping for loads and loads and loads of thing that I need and I don't with my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh, and my friends, too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This quote came to my mind, " Keep your friends close, Your enemies closer" and i would like to add in a little more to it, please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Keep your friends close, Your enemies closer, and your loved ones closest!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just love my loved ones too much to let em' go. So its best if they're the closest to me. heehee ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is sucha a random, emotionless and meaningless entry.bleargh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116402539910930665?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116402539910930665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116402539910930665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116402539910930665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116402539910930665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/aku-tak-tahu.html' title='aku tak tahu.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116394441936898393</id><published>2006-11-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:54:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelasku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/IMG_8046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/IMG_8046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Civic Tutor Group 115]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture, is perhaps the last picture that we were able to take as a class. Sadly, Huimin and Miss Luo is not in the snapshot. :(&lt;br /&gt;I heart em' loads.seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours time, when I wake up, it will be my first work day. waaah. I am going shopping tmr! for clothes! i need basics, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;taaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116394441936898393?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116394441936898393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116394441936898393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116394441936898393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116394441936898393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/kelasku.html' title='Kelasku'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116386496302344885</id><published>2006-11-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:52:49.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perjumpaan Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/edited%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/edited%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the perjumpaan Hari Raya by Pasir Ris Sec was okay. The drama production, singing, Indian dance, wushu, dikir..It really took loads of effort to put up that 2 hour long show! :). It was more than okay, to be exact. In a sense that, hmm, can you believe the workload and responsibility on the director of this whole production cum concert? Congrats to &lt;strong&gt;SITI FAIRUZ&lt;/strong&gt; for the success turn-outs and the really close to full house show! Fi, well done ah, fi! you've done a great job. of course, not to forget the cast and crew, and also the performers who made it happen. hurhur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;macam paham jer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proceeding on, (bearing in mind, we were in our baju kurungs/kebayas) , me, hid,zie, ama, nizam and razak was wondering around looking like some jakoonees that looked like they wanted to enjoy every raya day in this raya month. haha, and god, imagine the stares we got when we were at tampines. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking again eh, &lt;em&gt;macam &lt;/em&gt;nak kener sepak. Like as though they never see people wear baju kurung like that. haha . Well, i really do have to admit that going in and out of starbucks 2 times to find seats, and passing Long johns' 3 times, in baju kurung, is so unglam.hahaha. Seriously, the stares! o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had dinner at White sands at New York! as sufian joined us. heh. Apparently, he was performing at the perjumpaan raya for dikir. kekek! hah! and then, off home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing that I've noticed is that, my face always turns red. There are, 1001 reasons but, it is mostly due to heatiness. Like just now, I looked drunk. My eyes were red and my face was too. It looked like one who had too much alcohol. hah. and the pimple made it worst. such strategic place! urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ooh, anyways, I got a job! yeehaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cmon now, people! Say, " yeayyeeh! yeayyeh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A 9-5 kinda job with MOE, 5 days a week. I love! cool shat, ay? and its starting on monday! wahahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shopping, here I come! HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mcm nak kener cepuk! kejer belom start, da pikir pay roll!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116386496302344885?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116386496302344885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116386496302344885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116386496302344885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116386496302344885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/perjumpaan-raya.html' title='Perjumpaan Raya'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116380971417316770</id><published>2006-11-18T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:28:34.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB name registration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its bloody 8.15 am in the morning and I am awake! haah! wth am I doing awake? its freaking 8 in the morning! Well, actually, am suppose to be changing now(i've bathed, okay!) and get my arse out of the house in half an hours time. Yet, I can still steal time to blog. haah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going out for some name registration thingy at my new workplace. Yes, i got a job.hehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow, I am nervous. Somehow la eh, &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And tonight, I shall be meeting my lovelies and ooze for the PRSS Perjumpaan Hari Raya at Temasek Poly. hurhur. So fun! I cant wait to see them! I miss them loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wish me luck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKay taah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116380971417316770?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116380971417316770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116380971417316770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116380971417316770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116380971417316770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/job-name-registration.html' title='JOB name registration'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116377338305707820</id><published>2006-11-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:23:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck la. Why does everyone sleeps so early? Its only damn 10pm and the everyone else in this house is asleep. wth. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I CANT SLEEP!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you hear me? my eyes WONT shut. bleargh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116377338305707820?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116377338305707820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116377338305707820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116377338305707820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116377338305707820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuck-la.html' title=''/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116376792746741554</id><published>2006-11-17T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:52:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo fuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how you do what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It just keeps getting &lt;u&gt;better&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to spend the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every little thing that you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I'm amazed by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazed-Lonestar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of a sudden, this &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; shat side engulfs me. I don't know why, I don't know how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The heart just weighs down inside, and thats all that you feel. No words important enough to be spoken, no conversation interesting enough to start. Nothing anyone say can make you feel better, at this point of moment. Its funny how you can claim that youre in love. People in love feel like theyre way above lifted off the ground. It is a wonderful feeling, yes i agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But yet, love can make you feel like you hit rock bottom. Make you feel like shat. So how do I explain to myself what I am feeling now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't love , just &lt;em&gt;plain&lt;/em&gt; love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;youre fond, you get close, you fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love for family, Love for that special Someone, Love for your friends. These kindof loves are different, in context. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So why the heart feels like its being shackled down further and further in by a 872y87428913 kg metal ball thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One will then, certainly try to find a solution to the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I already have mine. I know Im loved by him. I love him too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116376792746741554?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116376792746741554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116376792746741554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116376792746741554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116376792746741554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/emo-fuck.html' title='emo fuck.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116369005589677688</id><published>2006-11-16T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:58:19.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"Why is it that we must get to know each other first, then, be a couple? Why cant we be a couple, then, get to know each other more and work things along the way?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:(blusherific+speechless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:" She told me about this; 'Why is it that we must get to know each other first, then, be a couple? Why cant we be a couple, then, get to know each other more and work things out along the way?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:" Isnt that what we, are doing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;(smile to thyself)&lt;em&gt; " I love you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, the phrase 'it takes one to know one' doesnt sound anymore &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt;. It really does,takes one to know one, be it whether the 2 parties are experiencing a common situation or both are having the same mentality, or something along those lines, you get me? And that common thing can become a common topic between that both party and they can make &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;merry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I wish both couples, all the best! :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;quote by nurainfarahkoenitzandtheboy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116369005589677688?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116369005589677688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116369005589677688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116369005589677688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116369005589677688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-is-in-air_16.html' title='Love, is in the air'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116366917799070369</id><published>2006-11-16T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:26:18.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison-break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Channel 5 is super slow, i tell ya. And yes, I've been hooked on the laptop eversince Rohan transferred the Whole Season 1 of Prison Break to mine. It is damn, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addictive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as mentioned earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A jolly merry hoho! I've completed all the 22 episodes of it. Prison break truly lives up to its name. They broke out of it! haha. Too bad to those who have yet to watch it since I'm already giving out the details and the ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay lah, i wont be so mean. While starbucksing yesterday with Ooze and Zie, I already tortured Zie enough with me being 4 episodes ahead of her. I told her somethings thats gonna happen and she squeeled. hahas. Ooze on the other hand, couldnt care less as he is not interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well many might be in for the show due to Wentworth Miller's presence. He is one damn fine hot bod lad with chiselled facial features who is on top of the HOT GUYS list, for most girls now, perhaps?&lt;em&gt;he IS hot, I agree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hurhur. And I, am in more to because of how finely structured the sequences are and how cleverly plotted everything on the show is. Having Wentworth in, &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;, makes everything more &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appealing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I cant wait for the 2nd season! Singapore is Super Slow laa! hurry,can? I cant wait.Oh btw, cruised on youtube and I got the first 3 minutes of episode 1 of Prison Break Season 2. ARGH! So irritating; I wanna watch everthing now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grrr.Anihoos, the As ended for most people today, except for those taking S papers, i think. errgh, so long leh. Hurry! I want my boyfriend back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss him..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116366917799070369?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116366917799070369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116366917799070369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116366917799070369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116366917799070369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/prison-break.html' title='Prison-break.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116351665837454855</id><published>2006-11-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:14:32.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRISON-BREAKING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The post results laziness sunk in deep into the souls of my friend &amp; I. Ended up with she coming to my house yesterday and enjoying the whole afternoon all the way till night, going "oooh", "aaaah" and "shit, ohmygod". Zie came along too since her school is only steps away from my house.Prison break is indeed, addictive. Addictive enough to make you sit for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;straight hours behind the lappy's screen. It is, a &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; fine show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/RIMG0652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marshmellows are of course, huda's best friend. hurhur. Not long after the enjoyment, it was back to business. My phillippino maid served us some delicious food which was self-prepared by me in the afternoon. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/RIMG0666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a filling lunch of Maggie goreng and hot dogs! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/RIMG0644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later in the evening, watching the show was then accompanied with a bowl of hott yummy tasty Campbell soup! hurhur. Since watching the show requires one to put on a earpiece, although used in only one ear, one instantly becomes partially deaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "Do you want some soup?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Huda&lt;/span&gt;: (sniggered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: " Oi, want or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Huda&lt;/span&gt;: " What soup is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: " Campbell's Soup."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Huda&lt;/span&gt;: " Don't want ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "Why? Why don't want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Huda&lt;/span&gt;: " eee, because its Kambing soup what. I dont like Kambing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: " HAHA. Biler mase aku berbual pasal soup kambing? CAMPBELL SOUP la slenger!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0671.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/RIMG0671.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hurhur. I miss chilling out with my friends. Friends I am close to. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eleanor's Birthday surprise in school shall be blogged about tomorrow! Very tired, leh. haha.The pictures shall be up too! and i look like a retard with a birthday pointy triangular coney hat &amp; a balloon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;16 NOVEMBER 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENth &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ELEANOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( WAN MIAO)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;youre always be &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; bitch. That's a fact that can never be changed. =) Love you muchos! May you do well in the future and we all do the best for our As. Too bad, i take driving license faster compared to you. hahahs. Take care, hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116351665837454855?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116351665837454855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116351665837454855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116351665837454855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116351665837454855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/prison-breaking.html' title='PRISON-BREAKING!'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116342228753259857</id><published>2006-11-13T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:37.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me.I might as well be dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I got my results statement today. I know the outcome, I know I am gonna be retained, but looking at the &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE EXACT (123456)&lt;/strong&gt; figures staring back at you is, heart wrenching. I can't believe I did so badly for promos. I studied, yes I did, but why such a mark? Why so low? I studied hard, seriously. Oh, I am not even talking about the overalls. The promos' marks are just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too many heart-breaks in a short period of time.&lt;em&gt;Sery, youre a goner.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/42-16248157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/42-16248157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't resist, the temptation before me. It doesn't invite, but the inner lustful desire got the better of me. I am sorry I let myself succumb into this bottomless dark &amp; empty pit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/42-15220398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/42-15220398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a beatiful world out there, I swear. But I just can't feel it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116342228753259857?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116342228753259857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116342228753259857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116342228753259857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116342228753259857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/shoot-mei-might-as-well-be-dead.html' title='Shoot me.I might as well be dead.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116334784575537326</id><published>2006-11-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:10:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM A HAPPY GIRL !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Boy gave me a lovely &lt;u&gt;surprise&lt;/u&gt; today! A big bar of Cadbury dark chocolates in my letterbox! I am feeling so &lt;strong&gt;OUT OF THE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt; since evening just now. Ohmygod, he's so effing sweet! God, I love &lt;strong&gt;DARK &lt;/strong&gt;chocolates. They give instant pleasure the moment it melts in your mouth and the richness just velvetly blankets your tongue. :))) Thanks baby! I love you many many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, I am happy. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116334784575537326?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116334784575537326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116334784575537326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116334784575537326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116334784575537326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/lovely-surprise.html' title='Lovely surprise.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116331019588997882</id><published>2006-11-12T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:43:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't do this on my own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a Sunday. A normal Sunday. Usually, I spent my time worrying about the Monday morning test or the abundance of undone homeworks. But now, I am done with all that. Everything that I used to be worried about the whole year long seem to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am no longer worried, about the complicated tetrahedral lone pair bond pair atomic structures, or how price/ cross elastic something is, why granite and limestones even exist or even why 1+1=2, anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All that doesnt matter to me anymore, at least for now. I am feeling lost. All of a sudden, I don't need to study. There is no deadline to rush or any project work to be discussing about. At least for those whose going up or being advanced, they still can proceed on and study. Unless I start studying now for the syllabus which will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;repeated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt; next year, I am pretty much a couch potato or bed potato. I am not even sure if getting that job is something that I even want. Well, who doesn't need money? certainly, I do. Having mixed feelings are bad. pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow will be the so-called official day,(where &lt;em&gt;at last&lt;/em&gt;) YJ will be releasing the Promos and overall(maybe, i think) results. The results had been determined since 2 weeks ago and teachers were already &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well-informed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nothing else that we can do will be able to alter their decisions. It sucks, i know. Cause, I already know my results( Thats &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;suckIER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Apparently, my civics tutor told us on wednesday. What a perfect time,&lt;em&gt; isnt it&lt;/em&gt;? just &lt;strong&gt;hours&lt;/strong&gt; before our Oral Presentation(OP) starts. And i thought, they say they don't want us to be affected by the early release of our results. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bull, i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sorry, i feel this way. But she should'nt have told us or any for that matter; any clues as to where our fate lies. Since you told one, you have to tell the rest; thats what happened the other day. &lt;em&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;, I got to know mine when I clearly didnt want to. Then again, I don't want to be the last to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I admit, I was affected. I was and am lost and my vision of my future, clouded. My aims were blurred and it seems like as though there is no use to what I am doing. I am a failure, nothing anyone say or do can change that. I know youre gonna start lecturing me on failing once, isnt the end of the world and yadaa yadaa. But hey, be in my shoes, then we shall talk. Life is not all about studies, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In singapore honey, education is everything, papers and qualification are looked up upon. We are still judged by who we are, which school we come from, what kind of houses we own or what cars we have. Can't deny, it is just the hidden fact. It is, the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But again, studies are not everything. Like I said, be in my shoes, only then the conversation can begin. I guess in this case, it can never happen, will it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Families and friends. They happen to play a huge part and role in my life. And i have let them down. I failed to live up to what I promised. I fail to be the perfect daughter, i dont even come close. I fail to be a good role model for the brothers. I've broken the friendship promise that we're gonna promote together. I just fail to be what I want to and should become. I have failed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case, you've not read in between the lines, fyi, starting off the 1st of january, I am labelled as the 'retainee'. Yes. I am retained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not saying its a bad thing. At the very least, I am given the second chance to excel. The only thing that is bothering me is the thought of going through all THAT again. The falling-sick-all-the-time. The late nights usually accompanied by redbulls. &lt;em&gt;sighh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The friends, are the worst part. Seeing your friends being promoted, and you, left behind. It's a sad sight, you know. Ohmygod, the lectures. I shall not start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, sorry for being emo the past few days. I am a little bit better. Am praying it wont go downhill again tomorrow. Bloody shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I will do this on my own, I guess I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116331019588997882?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116331019588997882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116331019588997882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116331019588997882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116331019588997882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-do-this-on-my-own.html' title='I can&apos;t do this on my own.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116322169620517331</id><published>2006-11-11T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:12:13.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/200/RIMG0615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirrors only reflect, never whats inside. So let down your hair, girl. Let yourself loose. Don't fret.&lt;br /&gt;Now there is, no room for regret. But cry if you must, in your corner. Let your feelings scream out loud iF, you're not willing to show it off to the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it will only gonna hurt you, even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sorry for letting down, the &lt;u&gt;ones&lt;/u&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You are the reason why I am still able to move on strong and be determined to go out to get what I want. You showed me that I can achieve if I put my mind to it and never give up. You believe I have the potential. You made me believe, I, have the potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; let you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To my grandmother, parents, family, 3 sisters, dear boy, and fellow friends, I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sorry if I am shying away, my true self. I am sorry if I seem uncontactable. I am sorry for what I've becomed. I am sorry for what I turned out to be. I know, its hard to accept it. I know, I cant accept it, its hard, yes. But, i'll be okay, dont you worry. Just let me get the broken pieces and get myself together. Just give me time. I will do this, on my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116322169620517331?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116322169620517331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116322169620517331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116322169620517331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116322169620517331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-sorry.html' title='I am sorry.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116297376345985266</id><published>2006-11-08T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:16:03.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku failure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAILURE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;malay like that what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116297376345985266?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116297376345985266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116297376345985266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116297376345985266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116297376345985266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/aku-failure.html' title='aku failure.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116291521352822368</id><published>2006-11-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:01:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thats all for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gorge.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chocolates&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sinful&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;em&gt;regretting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116291521352822368?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116291521352822368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116291521352822368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116291521352822368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116291521352822368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/thats-all-for-now.html' title='thats all for now.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116288131776490659</id><published>2006-11-07T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:35:17.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The revamping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no idea where to begin. I guess, alot have happened. and, theres so much to tell! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday(03 November 2006)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had Malay paper. I cant recall anything except for the aftermath. Oh, how can i forget. The invigilator refrained me from going to the washroom. Like hello! It was urgent, okay. The temperature was pretty cold for me, hence, the need for the washroom urgently. And, it had to come at the perfect time;50 mins before the paper ends. I was sitting right underneath the gigantic air-conditioner and the coldness was making me lose my concentration, somehow. I had to wait for the female invigilator to assist me to the washroom, but bloody ass, she came back only 10 mins before the paper ends. Thus, i was struggling all the way! and did not go to washroom, like duh! only after. hahas. what the hell, its over anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanted to go home, but, Huda called to be teman-ed with to have lunch since she said asmara ditched her. Well, rightaway after OP dry-run that I had, i met her at Northpoint. And to my surprise, asmara was there. -_- Not that I have anything against that, its just, &lt;strong&gt;HUDA LIED TO ME&lt;/strong&gt;. like how could she!. hahas. and so, KFC-ing was fun too and the name-giving started. There one who's called the pig which will only respond to the phrase, " When pigs can fly ", one with the name, Hampork, and the other PHP. hahas. go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starbucksing was as slack as ever. Of course, spilled some of the beans along the way. Some issues between us was discussed and thought about, some even bitched about, maybe.Well, of course, some not even worth talking about. Well i guess, yj's - population is too small that every single thing spreads like wildfire. Fun, yes? not when its about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday(04 November 2006)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was Tk jalan raya. I was pretty dazed and lazy to be walking around. Thus, woke up late and made pretty much everyone wait for me. And so, made my way to aziemahs' and met zie and farah, to know, we were 1 hour late. So we met the rest at fatz house( the 2nd hse) hurhur. Oh, and got to know, kiki got his motorcycle license.Cool. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/RIMG0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess, alot of others were missing for the raya. Oh wells. I wish u guys all the best in your future! may allah bless you. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&amp; Monday(05&amp;amp;06 November 2006)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slack ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Came to school late, cause, was kinda lazy somehow. Skipped chemistry for the first 2 hours. I reached school at around 10 plus, only to realise 2 hours later that I came to school only for Maths lesson which i spent snacking and chatting with my classmates and teacher. There isnt any OP dry-run today. :( oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OP on thursday. hehs. Death row is still on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still love him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116288131776490659?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116288131776490659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116288131776490659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116288131776490659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116288131776490659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/revamping.html' title='The revamping.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116286205678279725</id><published>2006-11-07T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:14:16.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OP madness.</title><content type='html'>I shall revamp my blog and the necessaries after alls done with school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP is in 2 days. Script has yet to be memorised.and, I am putting myself on death row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have a nice life, people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116286205678279725?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116286205678279725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116286205678279725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116286205678279725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116286205678279725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/op-madness.html' title='OP madness.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116270962043512279</id><published>2006-11-05T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:56:56.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seryloveshady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/First-Love-Poster-C10037568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/First-Love-Poster-C10037568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Giving someone all your love is not an assurance that he will love you back. Don't expect love in return, wait for it to grow in his heart, if it doesn't, be contented it grows in you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sery&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;hady &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116270962043512279?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116270962043512279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116270962043512279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116270962043512279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116270962043512279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/seryloveshady.html' title='seryloveshady.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116239105936949557</id><published>2006-11-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:24:19.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackasses in the world</title><content type='html'>ohmyfuckingbloodyshit. I so hate guys right now. Not the whole lot, I mean. Some guys, just brings the name down.Fuck em', assholes. This is the freaking second time, a guy befriend just because to get something out of it. Like fucking assholes, get your dicks into em' whores if you want to! Get lost la jackass. The least you could do is respect them, and not question their 'open-mindedness'. Its not about being open-minded, fuckers, its about you not knowing how to control that stick and keeping em' in that pants of yours. Fuck those prostitutes for all I care; but dont ever come begging to some girls you think who are immature enough or least experienced, to get your stick being stuffed in. By the looks of it, youre too immature and the least experienced, to get a girl of your own age. hah. bloody jackass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116239105936949557?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116239105936949557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116239105936949557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116239105936949557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116239105936949557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/11/jackasses-in-world.html' title='Jackasses in the world'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116230115887683582</id><published>2006-10-31T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:26:00.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cold shivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/hadyseri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/hadyseri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow is Wednesday. Friday is 3 days away. That means, Malay As is, 3 days away. Did I tell you that I havent been going to school? Looks like a damn long weekend off school for me. I am on MC till tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many things are at stake here. The Project Work(PW) 's OP is just around the corner and of course, malay is a few days away. And me, im not in the right state of mind, or body for that matter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The medication is giving me the cold shivers. The drowsy effect is making me sleep like a pig. I hate the feeling of being sick. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I still need the everyday dosage of dear boy. I know, he is, busy mugging away for the big As. Am missing him already. Oh wells.Good luck baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is worth living. You gotta take the risk , and, give yourself a chance, for once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116230115887683582?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116230115887683582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116230115887683582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116230115887683582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116230115887683582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/cold-shivers.html' title='the cold shivers'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116222100312254245</id><published>2006-10-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:10:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck asthma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God, today must be the most suckiest day, ever. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Macam nak mati!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The breathing difficulty is back and the sore throat is making it worst. Phelgms are the grossest and Hazelnut Hot Choc is the bomb. :))&lt;br /&gt;Starbucksing, was blah tonight. Im a boring person, i know. All I do is physically sit there and the actually fact, am light years away. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry brader!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (hah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, thanks to those who were genuinely concern about me. See for yourself; am here to announce that, I AM OKAY!!! weird, people have been asking, "is She okay?, is She okay?" why, do I look not okay? Some even say I have that I-AM-NOT-OKAY look. Like, ohkayyy. so weird. very, weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/cheekbonestakmaintain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/cheekbonestakmaintain.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmms,well, this is one of the raya pictures taken. hurhur.I like it very much. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't look like how I think I look like, eh. hahahs. Oh wells, anihoos, raya is just okay. Not very the fun, i guess. Maybe, not yet? I hope everything will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think my word the day is : OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like okay, so weird okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahah.-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously, macam nak mati. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant breathe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, i dont see the point of this post, except for the photo posting! (hah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116222100312254245?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116222100312254245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116222100312254245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116222100312254245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116222100312254245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuck-asthma.html' title='fuck asthma.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116201335759037509</id><published>2006-10-28T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:29:17.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Red roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dark chocoloates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your declaration of undying love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whats all that meant, If I don't have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babe, sometimes, I don't exactly do what I preach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116201335759037509?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116201335759037509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116201335759037509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116201335759037509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116201335759037509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/red-roses-dark-chocoloates-your.html' title=''/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116186573792263151</id><published>2006-10-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:28:58.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gadis melayu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="498" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m124/nostradamus-/gadis-melayu.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siapa bilang gadis melayu tak menawan&lt;br /&gt;Tak menarik hati, tiada memikat&lt;br /&gt;Kalaulah memang tak mungkin aku tertarik&lt;br /&gt;Kalaulah sungguh tak mungkin aku kan jatuh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on a lighter note, i guess i am not to late to wish eid mubarak to the readers' of this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and did i mention that sery is &lt;strong&gt;one of a kind&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LIKE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hadyreza (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116186573792263151?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116186573792263151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116186573792263151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116186573792263151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116186573792263151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/gadis-melayu.html' title='gadis melayu.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116170242258343955</id><published>2006-10-24T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:07:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/RIMG0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Ainn, Suu, Ayuu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First and foremost, to all muslims out there, Have a great deserving Eid-ul-adha since syawal is here. Your one month of fasting is over, alhamdullillah. Be thankful to Him, for all the things that you have now. He has given you so much and we should be thankful for all his love. I am thankful, for everything hes given to me, everything. =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, the family and the family beside the dad did a little touring around singapore today. We visit our relatives, the late grandma's siblings and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry to say, but, this year, raya is a little different. In a sense that, I don't feel the greatness of it. The greatness of celebrating Raya, the feeling like how I felt last time. It's sad, you know.Perhaps, due to the fact that, that time of the month is here again. She gave me a surprise visit yesterday night when my tummy gave me this weird, tummy ache. hehh. And, god, I was paranoid the whole day. Thinking that my baju kurung will be stained or smtg. but luckily, nothing of that sort happened. weehoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and met the lovely cousins. Missed Ain &amp; su so much. Its been so long since we last met.hehh. and oh, goodluck to you su, for your upcoming Os! you can do it babe. wa caya sama lu! haha Of course, cam whored, we did! yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, am dead beat. Malay homework still undone.=( and theres freaking school tmr! raaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our first Raya together, splendid? no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116170242258343955?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116170242258343955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116170242258343955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116170242258343955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116170242258343955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116150584684671508</id><published>2006-10-22T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:30:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/sweetest%20thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/sweetest%20thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Okay da, im out! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116150584684671508?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116150584684671508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116150584684671508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116150584684671508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116150584684671508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-all-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116150009611909451</id><published>2006-10-22T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:54:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAYA cleaning. hehhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/320/RIMG0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Irfan scraping off paint that stained the floooor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SPRING CLEANING TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hehh, okay, more like Raya cleaning ah. And everyones helping out. oh oh, and parents are out working today, and so we siblings are cleaning the house up! hehhh. hope we dont make a  mess out of it! =) lalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;also, i cant think of anything to cook up for buka today! dang. nasi telur and kicap, will do kay brothers? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116150009611909451?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116150009611909451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116150009611909451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116150009611909451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116150009611909451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/raya-cleaning-hehhh.html' title='RAYA cleaning. hehhh'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116143514213205799</id><published>2006-10-21T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:10:17.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKIES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/200/RIMG0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/1600/RIMG0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/2355/200/RIMG0291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least, the first photo looked much more tempting.. hahahs. My name doesnt look good on a plate! boohoo =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically, I was out with the family today after what it seems like ages ago, since we ever went out. heee. Went to metro sale at Expo and it was blearghh. booooring. Though, did bought some cheap Happy house note pads, a bra which I dont really need and oh another notepad by Annes something. The ones with cute babies.. hehee =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, was baking choc chip cookies for raya the whole dayy. Got more than expected.. wheee~ and so, the balance, I did my name and a surprise for dear boy. hehhs. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, today was, a-okay? hurhur. sigh. okay,now, im bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116143514213205799?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116143514213205799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116143514213205799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116143514213205799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116143514213205799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/cookies.html' title='COOKIES!!!'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116127446969950170</id><published>2006-10-20T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:14:29.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hady, I am sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched the Indonesian movie, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" at Farah's house. We broke our fast there and slack thereafter all the way till 11 plus. As usual, a taxi ride home for me ooze and zie ends off our day well. :)&lt;em&gt; god, see how lazy Im getting as i grow older!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tears, oh runny tears constantly ran down the cheeks while watching the movie. Though, surrounded by em' other 3, wasnt really bothered by their presence as those tears roll down. I cant help it, you see. The movie was somewhat relate-able. Oh fuck, I hate the ending. Not hate as in hate hate it, but hate as in 'why such an ending?'hate  bummer. No matter how relate-able it may seem, the ending is pretty sweet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the saying goes, when you lose one, you gain one. I have you. And I'm not planning to lose you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116127446969950170?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116127446969950170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116127446969950170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116127446969950170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116127446969950170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/hady-i-am-sorry.html' title='Hady, I am sorry.'/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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-23050022.post-116108776824276577</id><published>2006-10-17T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:30:47.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am falling more and more and more deeply....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no worries dear friends, am fine and taking care. Thanks for the love and concern. I love you all too muchos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23050022-116108776824276577?l=ery-qistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/feeds/116108776824276577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23050022&amp;postID=116108776824276577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116108776824276577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23050022/posts/default/116108776824276577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ery-qistina.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-falling-more-and-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ery qistina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754347258858347921</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></feed>
