<?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-3478093373612997914</id><updated>2011-12-29T21:14:09.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Life Is Super Beautiful~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6666642242396751010</id><published>2011-08-08T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:18:17.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessed Month</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to wish all Muslims a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tranquil Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this year. Hopefully (again), we will cherish and be rewarded respectively  by The Almighty Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, as predicted, it comes again this year. With all my heart, I obey the commands and have intended to grab the chance to a better me. So far, I am pleased with the annual chores and am trying to make it as my daily routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let us all try to wholeheartedly execute the commands from The Glorious Allah SWT and Prophet Muhammad pbuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6666642242396751010?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6666642242396751010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6666642242396751010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6666642242396751010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6666642242396751010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/blessed-month.html' title='The Blessed Month'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6649378334628422106</id><published>2011-07-26T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:38:43.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diet Programme vs The Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>Salaam readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, sorry for the long break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really busy with the teacher's works and planning. So, everyday after I finish working at school, I will take a nap and move on with my daily chores. Some of my current daily chores are taking care of my new nephew, reading novel, practicing playing piano, and the most crucial is going to the&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; GYM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about attending the GYM, I would like to share a little of my happiness to you. So far, I have lost a total of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4 kilos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; which I think is enormous as I have not lost much since the past three years. So, I am pleased to take a step further by exercising regularly. Hopefully, my body will shrink and look good enough for a boyfriend ha ha, naaaa actually, for my health and personality in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides exercising, I have also stopped consuming fast food, completely. Now (and later), I will eat less carbs (20 grams per day) and more protein. Alhamdulillah, it works. Moreover, while exercising and dieting, I also need support and motivation. My favourite and loved programme is of course &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THE BIGGEST LOSER PROGRAMME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; where I found sincere and helpful tips and inspiration there, on TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore peeps, I would like to beg your sincere support to a healthier us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;love, ball.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6649378334628422106?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6649378334628422106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6649378334628422106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6649378334628422106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6649378334628422106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-diet-programme-vs-biggest-loser.html' title='My Diet Programme vs The Biggest Loser'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-3020827894949191343</id><published>2011-07-09T23:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:37:36.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Balqisz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salam Readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying at home the whole day of today has made my ten fingers to be active. Firstly, I have done baking my blueberry cheese tart for my family and secondly, I manage to update an entry for today! Yeay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, today I am going to tell you guys a little about my experience, as an English Substitute Teacher at a primary school nearby my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1iGX4FwJ24/Thh5HxTRIzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/MGKRSy_ohRA/s320/IMGP5625.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627380908799632178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss Balqisz with Aida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, this is my third time being a Sub Teacher but fortunately my first experience of teaching English in school. What I can describe is, I really enjoy every tits and bits of my time there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of lessons learnt while practising as a teacher (although unofficially). First and foremost, I have learnt about being systematic and equal when serving. Then, I gained the skills to love the kids even they pissed me off every time I taught them English. Later, I learned the good communication skills with fellow teachers (how to chat, how to keep in touch etc.). All these I believe cannot be learned and acquired in the teaching courses. By right, I am thankful to Allah for the great chance He gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being an English Teacher needs your wholehearted desire to serve the kids with adequate knowledge and skills. You cannot simply attend school (classes) and teach according to the syllabus. You must bring your soul into your work and make extra effort for them. I admit, sometimes I just could not tolerate with the disrespect shown by Today's Kids. But, as my great passion has driven me to help them, I healed my wounded heart and keep going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in the mean time, I am going to strain my nerve helping the future leaders with basic writing skills and to provide a simple English environment. Hopefully, these will help them see their future better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hcQj2nRV-kU/ThiDPxgaP4I/AAAAAAAAAjY/24yXNMQlquI/s320/IMGP5544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627392041409986434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fellow desk-mates (Me.Mdm Azura.Mdm Rina)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;love, ballqiszbelle~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3478093373612997914-3020827894949191343?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3020827894949191343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=3020827894949191343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/3020827894949191343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/3020827894949191343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss-balqisz.html' title='Miss Balqisz'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1iGX4FwJ24/Thh5HxTRIzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/MGKRSy_ohRA/s72-c/IMGP5625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1400747382279694011</id><published>2011-07-04T07:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T08:14:45.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Earthlings</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum wbt. and Hi fellow readers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Allah, I really cannot describe how it feels when I finally arrived at this site of mine for the first time since the past 4 months. At first, I presumed 2011 is not the year of writing for me, but I really cannot live my life without putting my thoughts here. OK, let's recap what you have missed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;December 2010: enrolling as UiTM's TESL student&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 2011: Final Exam for Semester 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;23rd May 2011: Working as a part time teacher at a nearby primary school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17th June 2011: Got the results of the exam, Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently: Working...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, that's it for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am really serious about updating my blog's entries as I realize that my life is super beautiful to be shared. Stay tuned for the very next post. Ta ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-ballqiszbelle-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1400747382279694011?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1400747382279694011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1400747382279694011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1400747382279694011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1400747382279694011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-earthlings.html' title='Hello Earthlings'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8358021933325225772</id><published>2011-03-26T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:48:51.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite tough 1</title><content type='html'>Salaam readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my! It's been really AGES since I left this page. Due to extreme busy-ness, I have to neglect this precious site of mine just to complete many things in real world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of my blogging friends have left blogging world since the past few months due to the same busy-ness. But me, I don't think so that I would really put aside blogging as my hobby. This is because my passion in writing and sharing is beyond any boundaries. Though I did not blog for quite some time, I did a whole lot of writings on papers, that were my assignments, ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quite tough" there refers to the life I am living now which is approaching a four-months break. To tell you guys a tough story, let us begin with the latest experience I had had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week (18-20th march 2011), The Kesatria Negara Unit, had organised a camping at Asli Adventure Hulu Langat. To make it short, I was appointed as the Penghuluwati for the team. This camping experience was totally different for the previous ones I had had in high school. There, I managed to overcome my fears which are HEIGHT and SPEED. Somehow, I can say that the camp itself had an enormous meaning to myself- I had overcome my fear FACTORS yaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, the flying fox experience! What an awesome try for  me and some other friends. That was my very first experience on it and what I can say is, It was nothing except FUN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, the abseiling experience. Similar to the flying fox, what I want to highlight is the cooperation given by my team mates during my turn. I had difficulty in climbing the hills to the starting point. I thank Jai and Hadirman and also other friends (najwa, laili, alin, fafau, etc.) for the full support you guys gave to me. Without the support and strength given by you guys, I don't think I can experience such adventures. THANKS A MILLION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, another big effort during the camp was the jungle trekking experience! The journey took us 1.5 hours to reach the waterfall. As usual, with the support given by my team mates, I can experience such extreme event which was the first to happen in my life. THANKS GUYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I end, I would like to acknowledge all the COMMANDERS of KESATRIA NEGARA for the advices and lessons given during the camp and also during the KoKU evening. Special thanks to MISS AZUNA for the opportunity given to us to experience such expedition. Not to forget, my kesatria classmates, RYNN, FAUZAN, SHASHA, ALIN, MAN for being there for me. THANKS AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ballqiszbelle~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-8358021933325225772?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8358021933325225772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8358021933325225772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8358021933325225772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8358021933325225772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/quite-tough-1.html' title='Quite tough 1'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5923934128319837933</id><published>2011-03-06T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:42:45.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry guys</title><content type='html'>Salaam readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a short entry to inform you readers, that I will be updating my blog soon for more stories....SOON guys...S.O.O.N~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I am busy completing my triple projects:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Introduction to Guidance and Counseling project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linguistics project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and History and Philosophy of Education project paper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew! Gotta go~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see ya soon~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ballqiszbelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5923934128319837933?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5923934128319837933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5923934128319837933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5923934128319837933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5923934128319837933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/sorry-guys.html' title='Sorry guys'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6537717850587374142</id><published>2011-02-09T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:49:25.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting bored</title><content type='html'>Salaam readers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just woke up from sleep, post-class sleep. Suddenly I got a message from a friend, telling me that the Kesatria thingy is on for tomorrow, where we, the Education students have no class until Friday, due to an academic conference for lecturers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fauzan and I decided not to go. We have our immunity pass (ceh macam survivor pulak), as we accidentally attended extra meeting for that Kesatria. There were four of us; Alin, Rynn, Fauzan and I, but Rynn just used her immunity last last week, so this week is our turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's about the title? What's bore me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UH uh, how should I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK frankly speaking, I feel bored doing the assignments. No, not lazy, but bored. It's sort of doing the same thing over and over again, grouping, coping problems, doing research, borrowing books, slideshows and etc etc. Why not, do something like debates, public speaking, drawing...? Yeah we do need to speak publicly, but what I hate is just, THE WRITTEN ones. Erghhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, after letting it all out, I will self-motivate myself. I will say, though the tasks are dragging me to the Valley of Boredom, why not, I change my perception on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; THEY ARE ALL FANTASTIC TASKS WHERE I CAN DEVELOP AND TRAIN MYSELF TO BE MORE EFFECTIVE  IN DOING THE SAME THING ALL OVER AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Balqis, remember, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wholeheartedness is the antidote to exhaustion!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Open your heart and complete them to the fullest level of success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ballqiszbelle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6537717850587374142?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6537717850587374142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6537717850587374142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6537717850587374142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6537717850587374142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-getting-bored.html' title='It&apos;s getting bored'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6233132549995355603</id><published>2011-02-01T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:04:04.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was in my dream!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum and Hi readers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, I can see the Sun shining its rays today, after two days of non-stop pour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was in my dream! What was it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my presentation draft. Ha ha...Maybe because I am too into it, I became obsessed. Oh I remembered what my Counseling lecturer said, Puan Hajah told us not to be toooo obsessed in anything because "too much of good thing will turn bad"(Balqis Yusoff). Even if you are too confident(overconfident), it is no good. And when you are toooo happy, you know what I am trying to say here. So, just keep our feelings at the fullest level, not over level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week, I will present my topic on the Pioneers of Education. I am impressed by them, Montessori and Piaget. Their job in the existence of today's classroom were excellent. Montessori's model proposes that children learn the best while playing, while Piaget's theory of cognitive development visualizes how readiness to learn exists. Bla bla... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, before I forgot, I would like to wish my Chinese peeps, Gong Xi Fa Cai!! Thanks for giving us a long holiday this week. Ha ha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holiday's plan is just to complete my assignments. But this Saturday, I'll date my ex. Oh what should be my feelings? Should I excite? or Should I not. Let's let Allah decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au Revoir~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6233132549995355603?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6233132549995355603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6233132549995355603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6233132549995355603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6233132549995355603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-was-in-my-dream.html' title='It was in my dream!'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1137909180507923646</id><published>2011-01-30T07:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:02:32.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see the charges, after a month of observation</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum and Hello readers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How melodious the rhythms of the rain out there, since early in the morning! I woke up as early as 7 a.m. today with the thoughts of completing my assignments. Unfortunately, the dropping sounds brought me asleep. Poor me...It was just when the tuition kids arrived, I gained my consciousness back. Alhamdulillah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I would like to write something based on my power of observation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to clarify things here, for sure!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not happy here. But I am not sad either. I'm in the middle. For almost a month ago, I discovered that what I believe and afraid to happen, really happens. It is about friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told one of my friend about my history in friendship betrayal. She felt what I felt and she knew what I am going to do. I'm telling you readers, I am really sensitive even though I look really tough outside. I have the ability to sense even the slightest turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, I CANNOT PLEASE EVERYBODY. I CAN'T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So therefore, I have made my decision, to stay unattached to anyone, be it male or female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am too polite, people will feel uneasy. When I put myself alone, people WILL say I am selfish. So, let me tell &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; guys, BACK OFF! I know what I'm doing and please respect my way of dealing with people. From now on, as I have gotten my car back, my life will start at zero. And I will be new again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My observation was, I can feel something going on wrongly in **. Maybe I was wrong, but don't worry, I am going to let it all go by itself and I won't pretend. I just want to beg all of my friends' pardon, as if I am too childish in dealing with you guys. I hope, we all can be as close as siblings! Yee haa~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY for my mistakes, and I promise I will not repeat myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ok lah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;let's let the love spread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seeya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ballqiszbelle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1137909180507923646?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1137909180507923646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1137909180507923646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1137909180507923646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1137909180507923646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-can-see-charges-after-month-of.html' title='I can see the charges, after a month of observation'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-2499276128601895844</id><published>2011-01-24T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:33:46.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's feelings</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For today's post, I would like to write about today's feeling. It rhymes right? ehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This would be just a short post, as I have a lot of things to be done right after blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, today I feel a little stress and I cried inside. I don't know why I really can't get the literature thingy into me. I tried and hardly tried, but I failed. I feel sad about it, and it's the same feeling I had during Physics class back in Perlis, 3 years ago. I hope, and really hope that it will not share the same ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I also feel touched. Two of my classmates told me that she cares about me as an adik, and I suddenly reminisced the time I had, again, in Perlis where Kak Mira and some others always told me the same thing. I feel loved, and cared...Thanks for your love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But early in the morning, one of the nyonya at Pasar Seni spoiled my mood, while going to class. Erghhhh...Sorry I can't tell the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-2499276128601895844?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2499276128601895844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=2499276128601895844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2499276128601895844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2499276128601895844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-feeling.html' title='Today&apos;s feelings'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6938889769291305498</id><published>2011-01-20T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:22:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Biodata</title><content type='html'>Salaam readers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I have nothing to do. At first I wanna do some preparation for my assignments, but suddenly my mood went off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to get my mood back, my blog is the best turning point ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, my bio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name: Balqis Binti Mohd Yusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Address: 58, Lot 8627 Lorong Nakhoda 25, Kg. Nakhoda 68100 Batu Caves Selangor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D.O.B: July 10th, 1991&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.O.B: Hosp. Universiti KL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hobbies: Reading, Blogging and Swimming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ambition: Lawyer and Teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Friend: Hariz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soul mate: Baiti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother: Jamilah Saad, Afternoon Supervisor at SKSTB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father: Mohd Yusoff Adon, M.D at Institute Medical Research Jln Pahang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siblings: 6, I'm number 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Philosophy 1: I hate rude people especially those who throw lies at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Philosophy 2: I put Allah in first place, Rasulullah in second and the rest after them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Philosophy 3: Be punctual and never break promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Philosophy 4: If you want people to respect you, respect others first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Philosophy 5: I hate whatever that mess me. Please, organize your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav Food and Drink: Ape2 saja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav song: My Endless Love, Colors Of the Wind, Disney Songs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav actor: P.Ramlee, Rowan Atkinson and Miley Cyrus in Hannah Montana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav movie: White Chick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav subject: History and English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav quote: WE CANNOT PLEASE EVERYBODY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav novel: The Pearl &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav place: Shopping mall mane2 saja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav thing: Books, pls wrap your book nicely, if not BALQIS YUSOFF akan marah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav colour: Blue and Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav language: English lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav pen: Pilot brand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav restaurant:  SUBWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav singer: P.Ramlee, Saloma, Sheila Majid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav country: Mekah and Madinah, France, Canada, Australia, one more, BANDUNG INDONESIA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav habits: Monologuing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav room: Bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav year: 2007/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav mag: Reader's digest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav font: Arial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav occasion: Wedding Reception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav course for now: TITAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav course (previous studies): Contract Law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav lecturer for now: Mr Shah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav lecturer (prev): Madam Carol and Pn Nazida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav channel: 702&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ballqiszbelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6938889769291305498?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6938889769291305498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6938889769291305498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6938889769291305498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6938889769291305498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-biodata.html' title='My Biodata'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-3735521040149228943</id><published>2011-01-16T19:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:09:03.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am confident, I am going to be very committed in my studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salaaaaaaaam readers~~~!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the double exclamation marks there?? And and the triple waves?? That means I'm on cloud nine. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously speaking, I feel slightly sad for some people. I told you earlier, I'm empathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry friends, I will always support y'all, ye la I have the characteristics of a motivator kan. He he he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must be asking why am I happy right? The answer is, Why not? He he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la...Actually, I met my beloved teacher at UniKL yesterday. She said that she is my &lt;i&gt;mak angkat.&lt;/i&gt; I'm touched!! After seeing her, I feel extremely energized to study English. She gave me hopes, and &lt;i&gt;owh&lt;/i&gt;, I can't say more, she &lt;b&gt;'&lt;i&gt;injected'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; me the serum of success. I love you Teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the title is stated that way, yes, I am confident to give my 120% in my studies. Try me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that overconfidence will bring me nowhere, so I can only say that I can do it and it is possible for me to strive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/i&gt;, Allah has answered my prayer and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He knows what is the best for me. I won't waste this golden opportunity and I will always make efforts to grab what I want in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TTLspndGZqI/AAAAAAAAAio/DuEPNhxyn6o/s320/has%2Bbeen%2Bwill%2Bbe.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 111px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562768689465812642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I am not a has-been, I am a will-be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;These are my 5 ultimate goals regarding my studies: I wanna be:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;An English teacher (tuition) and an English lecturer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A journalist/columnist/writer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A motivator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A commentator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, a member of the UN and do charity all over the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have to work really smart in order to get DL this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;These are my courses for Part 1 in TESL studies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Counseling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Foundations of Education&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Linguistics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Literature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-TITAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a strong passion in English studies. Most of my friends knew it. So therefore, I have to prove that I can excel and be happy for the rest of my life. :)))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep supporting me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;love, ballqiszbelle~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-3735521040149228943?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3735521040149228943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=3735521040149228943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/3735521040149228943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/3735521040149228943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-confident-enough-i-am-going-to-be.html' title='I am confident, I am going to be very committed in my studies'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TTLspndGZqI/AAAAAAAAAio/DuEPNhxyn6o/s72-c/has%2Bbeen%2Bwill%2Bbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1484984258649504736</id><published>2011-01-09T18:48:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T01:48:59.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful life, full of love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salaam readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I'm home, preparing for next week's classes. I'm literally stress with my personal(not academic) life. To highlight, I can't use my car till CNY. This is a big problem for me as I'm an active traveler. GOMBAK-SHAH ALAM-INTEC-POOL-GOMBAK. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished crying, yes I am emotional. I can't accept people being rude to me, be it my family or either friends. I also can't deal with people who tend to provoke my anger side. I am serious right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok let's turn to my happy side! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday, I managed to hang out with my New Classmates. I was excited. They were Kak Aina and Kak Nisa. We went to KLCC and not to forget with En. Yunus, who is Kak Nisa's friend. Ha ha. I had splendid moments with them, though what we did was just ordinary shopping. We cancelled to watch the movie as I need to be at Mawar (a famous college in UiTM), before 11.00pm. Thanks to En Yunus for the sponsor. (SUBWAY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, which was a Saturday, we went for book searching at MPH midvalley. I decided to accompany them and went home right after that. Unfortunately, the books we were searching for was not available. So, our second plan is to buy them from the lecturers. Oh Oh! We went to the 4th ChocolateFair too! What a heaven! We had great times too here! Thanks kakaks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; for the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Ekekekeke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TSnpwxa5gXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/b1BanPSDVxo/s320/From%2BBlueberry%2B029.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560232239074738546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kak Aina and Kak Nisa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TSnpoy178TI/AAAAAAAAAho/xf1Nu-NdD9U/s320/From%2BBlueberry%2B031.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560232102017626418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the Chocolate Fair!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TSnphJdhFlI/AAAAAAAAAhg/KjtdMYyRAfA/s320/From%2BBlueberry%2B019.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560231970650265170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the car, right after the Friday class.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TSnpZaoNQXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fMo_CT1W4S0/s320/From%2BBlueberry%2B015.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560231837819552114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kak faradiba.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++++++++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mahal kita, mahal muba'ako~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;or in Bahasa, Aku mencintaimu, Kau juga mencintaiku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I love this song so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People, who knew me well, will know, I am a loving type of person. Despite my anger side is a strong one, everyone has one right, but my love for everyone is even stronger. Believe me. Love me. hehe. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about love and friendship, I would like to acknowledge my special friend, Muhammad Hariz bin Nor Safari for the love you gave me. I can feel it. I feel secured in you and that what I really need. I think I should not say it more coz you know who you are in me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TSnsXaSUYsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/21BLBX0POwE/s320/hariz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560235101902889666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hariz, stolen from FB&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to thank Ezzah Alias for the love she gave me, during my hard times back in Asasi Undang-Undang. To be frank, I won't say you gave me attention, but it will be more accurate if I say it LOVE. Yes, we had our fights last time, and with that I love you more. I beg you, keep supporting me dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TSnt9PVmvoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/7BJGY5zfohA/s320/ezzah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560236851310542466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ezzah yg comel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to add, Adilah Roslan. She did a great job too. She's my mak in Mawar. I usually cried in her laps, for the reason I can't in others. I inspired her, and again I love her. Thanks Dilah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TSnsGqYnlSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/RnvM3EYqXXc/s320/dilah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560234814166504738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 223px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mother!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, that's it for now. And I realised, what a beautiful life I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alhamdulillah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ballqiszbelle :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1484984258649504736?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1484984258649504736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1484984258649504736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1484984258649504736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1484984258649504736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/beautiful-life-full-of-love.html' title='A beautiful life, full of love!'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TSnpwxa5gXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/b1BanPSDVxo/s72-c/From%2BBlueberry%2B029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1037492702744176878</id><published>2011-01-01T02:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T03:35:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 SENYUM AND SMILE ALWAYS :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTnpuLFSXHelkNKGX-ALQYb1YVTUs_zQYrWxDgSnVI08KXXLt5jcg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 226px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTnpuLFSXHelkNKGX-ALQYb1YVTUs_zQYrWxDgSnVI08KXXLt5jcg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRSbgC7uddy0h1a9F4VsJZmSrrIK3e-eh3Km369uhfb46EWxdpa9sV9e4vlNg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 176px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRSbgC7uddy0h1a9F4VsJZmSrrIK3e-eh3Km369uhfb46EWxdpa9sV9e4vlNg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSzK-3wK5SG2G4DNvHkjmUrV_ketmkiwJV7t6U9jqvfJ3eQve2F"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSzK-3wK5SG2G4DNvHkjmUrV_ketmkiwJV7t6U9jqvfJ3eQve2F" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT50Hhnl-PiBZtUF6AeaOIT_ZXw9N5Ip-HBuW8k0D4G8L5OKJ1b"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 267px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT50Hhnl-PiBZtUF6AeaOIT_ZXw9N5Ip-HBuW8k0D4G8L5OKJ1b" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT6ubJSTWs_aV5MTqr6jnM9-B3e60btoMiXJa5XoxBAjKyr6hycmg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT6ubJSTWs_aV5MTqr6jnM9-B3e60btoMiXJa5XoxBAjKyr6hycmg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assalamualaikum readers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; How are you? Hope yall are fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 2011 opening entry is about what I want for this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As shown above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want happiness to sparks into my life and the people around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not forgotten, I want EVERYONE including me to enjoy EVERYTHING that Allah gives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To accomplish that wish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the most possible and reasonable way is to SMILE......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SMILE SMILE and keep SMILING~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have an inspirational lyrics to share with you readers, about the art of smiling, but in Bahasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kacak luar, kacak dalam, kacak dengar sini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;kalau saya senyum, awak mesti senyum sekali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kalau kite senyum, semua orang berjangkit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bila semua orang senyum, dunia tiada penyakit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For more excitement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="350"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eRpMVCZLsE&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="300" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ballqiszbelle :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1037492702744176878?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1037492702744176878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1037492702744176878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1037492702744176878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1037492702744176878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-senyum-and-smile-always.html' title='2011 SENYUM AND SMILE ALWAYS :)'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5589080456052609715</id><published>2010-12-26T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:35:51.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasing people</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, today's post is about pleasing people (yeah, up there!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think, could you please each and everyone that you meet everyday? If you ask me back, I'll say no. And it is surely NO for me. Nothing is impossible say some parties, but Pleasing EVERYONE is impossible. Out of 1000 people, you might please 999 of them, but there must be ONE that is not satisfied with you, and might have grudges on you. So be careful people, Human Kinds are not always safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To people who put grudges on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go on grudging. I just don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Social networking is not the best way to make friends. It(FB) destroys human kinds much greater than disasters. E.g: while writing our own status, people might read it in the wrong tone, or maybe might misinterpret it as insults. So, I just don't care if you misinterpret it because it is just a STATUS. ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5589080456052609715?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5589080456052609715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5589080456052609715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5589080456052609715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5589080456052609715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/pleasing-people.html' title='Pleasing people'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1118441696082771722</id><published>2010-12-26T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:34:48.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A confession to be made.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum readers!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, sorry for not updating for quite a long time. I suffered the M syndrome once again and now it's partially cured...ahaha believe it or not, it's tomorrow morning (27th Dec), I am going to be officially a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TESL student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. This is not an excitement, but a relief from me after the long wait. I promise to myself, and this blog is the sole witness, that I will perform the very best of me during the TESL studies... THE VERY BEST OF ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I end (eh?? just started), I would like to confess something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just promised to myself to give my very best in my studies, and before all that begins, I should reveal one of my biggest secret ever, a feeling that everyone owns and wants to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear ***** [ You know who you are ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for you, that I love with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you the way you are, since our first encounter in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you've forgotten the way I said hello,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not me, who always remember your eyes, smiles and laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friendship will not be faded away by this confession,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if you reject me, nor you accept,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like your voice, your smile and most importantly, your caring self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings stars to my life and shines to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On your birthday nights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am too jealous with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too envious with her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I tried to hide my jealousy for you to feel free with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now it's clearly shown, I can't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to be your lover forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if fate told us not, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should forever be mates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let The Almighty do the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for making me love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope the feeling is mutual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit, think and say :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What say you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ballqiszbelle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1118441696082771722?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1118441696082771722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1118441696082771722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1118441696082771722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1118441696082771722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/confession-to-be-made.html' title='A confession to be made.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5104262893215633859</id><published>2010-12-16T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:21:52.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loser</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This&lt;i&gt; loser&lt;/i&gt; is not the biggest loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel it once again, Oh No! I'm going to hurt myself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness, I didn't put high hopes on him, but really this is a betrayal for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, why am I always being treated as if I am not worth it at all?? I do feel like one, sometimes when people ignore me just like that. Pity me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 90% sure that HE will not read this post, so this is kind of pointless entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is so, I hate you. Just ignore me and live your own life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I hate liar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adios amigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5104262893215633859?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5104262893215633859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5104262893215633859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5104262893215633859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5104262893215633859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-loser.html' title='I&apos;m a loser'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1175582159699305305</id><published>2010-12-03T01:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T02:45:25.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A part of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRxgvxkTjsYQpDe3mFEAqo7KwHI79Y8ir_3rp8YRfIQc3VZ3gaENg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 186px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRxgvxkTjsYQpDe3mFEAqo7KwHI79Y8ir_3rp8YRfIQc3VZ3gaENg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As-Salaam peeps.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howdy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fine over here, to be exact, extremely elated for the intake results!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been offered into UiTM this December, for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bachelor of Education (Honors), Teaching English as Second Language. [B.Ed (Hons), TESL]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think about it? Maybe, parts of you will say, ahh thats easy! And perhaps, some may think, waahhh thats magical! And and, maybe, you will put me in a higher standard that this is what I deserve for a long queue, almost 3 years back. I am V V V thankful and am expecting the best from this course, coz, this is what I want badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, enough about the offer and the smile-till-the-very-end stuffs :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update about my studies later! He he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the Qs that &lt;a href="http://ketukbanyak2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Panem&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;tagged for me, check it out yaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[evaluate my Bahasa Melayu skills too ok!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;APA YANG PENTING DALAM HIDUP KORANG:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rank:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cinta      kepada Allah dan Rasul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cinta      kepada keluarga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pelajaran      ( Buku )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suami&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ketenangan      ( Peace )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Duit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kawan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DIMANA TEMPAT KORANG NAK LANGSUNGKAN PERKAHWINAN KORANG DAN TEMA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PERKAHWINAN :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;Mama dgn Abah cakap nak buat kat rumah dan bertemakan Jawa, tapi saya rasa nak langsungkan di Secangkir Coffee House, Titiwangsa, bertemakan Jawa lah! ok??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ADAKAH KORANG SEDANG BERCINTA SEKARANG:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;Saya sedang menyemai dan menguatkan lagi cinta kepada Allah dan Nabi Muhammad SAW, serta kepada keluarga saya. Bercinta dengan bakal suami, belum lagi...[sounds like I'm kidding, but this is it, the new me...(: ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BERAPA LAMA KORANG AKAN MENCINTAI KEKASIH KORANG:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;Ok, bakal suami la? Sebelum kahwin, mungkin hanya akan berkasih selama setahun ke dua tahun macam tu, kemudian dah kahwin, faham-faham la, mungkin selamanya...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DIMANA KORANG SELALU JUMPA KEKASIH KORANG:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Kalau kekasih yang dulu-dulu, selalu jumpa kat sekolah je. Tak pernah pon date. Kalau ada pon tiga kali cam tu, kat depan rumah saya je...hehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOVEL/BUKU/MAJALAH YANG TERAKHIR KORANG BELI:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Novel: tiada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Buku: Sejarah 25 Rasul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;Majalah: Dara.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;DVD skali eh: Kamen Rider W hehe full episode!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;APA NAMA PENUH KORANG:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Princess Ballqiszbelle ibni King Mohd Yusoff :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANTARA MAK DAN AYAH, MANA KORANG LEBIH MESRA:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Saya lebih mesra dengan, ermm Abah kot, sebab dia macam moden sikit. Kalau dgn mak, mesra jugak, tapi untuk gaya klasik la..hehe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NAMAKAN ORANG YANG KORANG BETUL BETUL NAK JUMPA DALAM HIDUP KORANG:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ini yang BOLEH (possible, still alive) jumpa ok, rank:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-margin-top-alt:      auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rowan      Atkinson (Mr. Bean)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-margin-top-alt:      auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atlit-atlit      yang mewakili negara dalam Sukan Komanwel, Sukan Asia dan Sukan Sea. Serta      mereka yang mendapat rank terbaik dunia seperti Lee Chong Wei dan Nicol      David, kerana mereka memberi motivasi yang tinggi kepada saya..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-margin-top-alt:      auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fatimah      Syarha Mohd Nordin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-margin-top-alt:      auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aznil      Hj Nawawi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-margin-top-alt:      auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vanidah      Imran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-margin-top-alt:      auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sebenarnya      ada banyak lagi yang saya BETUL-BETUL nak jumpa, tapi ini shj yang mampu      saya tulis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ADAKAH KORANG BASUH BAJU KORANG SENDIRI:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Tak, bibik basuh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DIMANAKAH TEMPAT YANG KORANG BETUL BETUL NAK PERGI:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;Saya teringin nak ke Mekah dan Madinah, Bumi Ambiya'. Kemudian, saya nak sangat pergi ke Scotland pada 2014 nanti ataupun Incheon, Korea 2014 jugak sebab kat Scotland ada Sukan Komanwel, pastu kat Incheon ada Sukan Asia. Saya nak sangat pergi tengok live!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PILIH SALAH SATU, PELUK ATAU CIUM.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Jujur ni, Peluk, sebab saya boleh rasakan ketenangan dan di sayangi bila di peluk. He he...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 PERKARA TENTANG ORANG YANG TAG KORANG:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;Panem:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-margin-top-alt:      auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beliau      seorang yang aktif bersukan, dan sedang menyambung pelajaran dalam bidang      kesukanan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-margin-top-alt:      auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beliau      seorang yang tinggi dan cun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-margin-top-alt:      auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;line-height:normal;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beliau      sangat sweet apabila berdating...hehehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BILA TARIKH LAHIR KORANG DAN DEKAT MANA KORANG SAMBUT TAHUN LEPAS:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;Tarikh lahir saya: 10 Julai 1991&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Tahun lepas? 2009 la kan? Sambutan hari lahir yang paling tak di sangka sekali, di Dataran Cendekia UiTM Shah Alam. Saya takkan melupakan saat-saat di 'surprise'kan...!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;! sweet sangat!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.95pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BLOGGER YANG KORANG NAK TAG:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezzaalias.blogspot.com"&gt;Ezzah Alias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:      11.0pt;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://banyaktehkereta.blogspot.com"&gt;Atikah Jamaluddin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:      11.0pt;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chipcomplaint.blogspot.com"&gt;Wan Nur Baiti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkisthenewblackofatie.blogspot.com"&gt;Atie      Daud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:      11.0pt;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaniz.blogspot.com"&gt;Iz Rijap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Itu je yang terlintas, tapi kalau yang lain nak buat gak, go on, boleh je kan...hehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white; mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/3478093373612997914-1175582159699305305?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1175582159699305305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1175582159699305305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1175582159699305305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1175582159699305305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/part-of-me.html' title='A part of me'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1664066451822745572</id><published>2010-11-22T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:02:05.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How on Earth?</title><content type='html'>Salaam readers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think: How on Earth you can be patient if someone repeatedly(like almost a life time), make you angry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think again: How on Earth you can save your patience, everytime your tears started rolling down your cheeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fed up by the surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe, what Allah has promised and has told us in the Holy Quran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also believe, people who annoys others, is of lack of Islamic knowledge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Allah, still up there, waiting for apologies and waiting to forgive His beloved human kind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be selfish this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1664066451822745572?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1664066451822745572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1664066451822745572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1664066451822745572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1664066451822745572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-on-earth.html' title='How on Earth?'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8601181545603601776</id><published>2010-11-16T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:35:17.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gosmellthecoffee.com/files/2008/09/m175good-friends-are-like-stars-pos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 407px;" src="http://gosmellthecoffee.com/files/2008/09/m175good-friends-are-like-stars-pos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~For you Baiti Love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's fact! I am lonely at this moment, without the person named Baiti. How could I do more, she is going to sit for her Part 1 Year 1 Final Exams, for Medical Student. I support you baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this while, it has been 7 years and 11 months we are friends, I could not imagine if I lose her as a friend. Yeah, we always had fights, but most of the time, our soul are really connected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised, I've found my soul friend, after almost 17 years searching for it. It is 2 years and 11 months, me and Baiti are soulmate and will always be, forever!! (dah dapat anak sekor, lembu dlm kereta Baiti!!! haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now,I am just waiting for my future husband to propose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a soul friend to come = 17 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For future husband? = estimated in another 3 years time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, Au revoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;love, ballqiszbelle~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3478093373612997914-8601181545603601776?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8601181545603601776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8601181545603601776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8601181545603601776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8601181545603601776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-lonely.html' title='I&apos;m lonely'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8157713715321772760</id><published>2010-11-15T11:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:13:17.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamen Rider</title><content type='html'>Hola Peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cyclone, Joker, Luna, Metal, Heat, Trigger and Fang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these all called Gaia Memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only Kamen Rider can use those memories legally as his intention is to ensure Fuuto City is safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If other people, use Gaia Memory, they are called the Dopants, which is cruel. In Fuuto City, the distribution of the Gaia Memory by the Sonozaki Family, is uncontrollable. They distribute them as to make people happy, while the truth is, they make the city cries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nice story uhh??*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I'm addicted to this, another series of heroes from Japan, instead of Ultraman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to say, but this is ADDICTION. Knowing someone special also watched Kamen Rider, I forced myself to watch it too (inspiration~). But out of a sudden, I totally became an addict to this series, indirectly. I bought the DVD version of W and my little sis, Kuyah, downloaded the OOO series. I am extremely energized by Kamen Rider!! (though it sounds so out of season!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now, my lil brother, from MRSM Jasin, also became an addict of Kamen Rider. Sometimes we watch it together, and chat in facebook using the language of Kamen Rider! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Cyclone~ ~Joker~ Henshin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Fang~ ~Joker~ ~Arm-Fang~ ~Maximum drive~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ballqiszbelle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-8157713715321772760?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8157713715321772760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8157713715321772760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8157713715321772760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8157713715321772760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/kamen-rider.html' title='Kamen Rider'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1410842569426803052</id><published>2010-11-12T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:27:36.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY MATTERS</title><content type='html'>Salam readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does money play its role in your life? Does it play the most important one? or is it just slightly crucial to you? Let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my rankings, for what I value in life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keredhaan Allah + Cinta Rasulullah SAW = Happiness in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family's love and support&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleanliness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MONEY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My pet, Manis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, FOOD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, money ranks the fifth in my list. That means, Money is still important for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I am stressed out with my money income!! I just have a little to enjoy, a penny left for parking's fee and RM10 note to buy Subway. The only way I can get money is, by going to the gym; mom will give RM30, RM20 for the petrol, and the rest for food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I should be V thankful for what I have. But it is not a crime to ask for more, and with that I will always make stronger efforts to get what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being born in a mediocre family, I am very grateful for the love and strength they gave me. They also taught me the correct way to spend money and save it. Before that, getting money from them, is not an easy task. Bahahahaha~ If and only if, urgency gets in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I earn my money does not matter. It is how I spend them, matters the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are another rankings of what I spent the most with my money:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;BOOKS (undeniable!! I love reading!!) = Happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes or sandals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stationeries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Presents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD Movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a spend-thrift right? This is the wisest way I could manage to spend my money on. So, I have to admit again, I am spending my money...wisely! Congratulations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusively, money is important. Without money, I cannot buy books, where books (including Quran and Hadith) play their roles in shaping and creating my Happiness. Therefore, I should earn MORE money for MORE happiness~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;love, ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1410842569426803052?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1410842569426803052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1410842569426803052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1410842569426803052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1410842569426803052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/money-matters.html' title='MONEY MATTERS'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-9121985821958482776</id><published>2010-11-08T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:23:07.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stand it anymore</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been experiencing this too. I am pretty sure of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had something in your thoughts, that you actually want to save it for the best of  time, but in the middle of it, you can save it no more??? I know you have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH GOSH! OH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot let it be secret anymore...In the meantime, I'll tell him what I feel...hmmm...but how?? OH GOSHHHHH......!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I know, Allah is the best place I should seek some antidotes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ballqiszbelle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-9121985821958482776?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9121985821958482776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=9121985821958482776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/9121985821958482776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/9121985821958482776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-stand-it-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t stand it anymore'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6488288736850806717</id><published>2010-11-02T20:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:03:43.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft-hearted am I.......</title><content type='html'>Salam everyone...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are born with their own characters and characteristics. I believe, everyone has their own uniqueness and ability to prove that they are worth it. So am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my inner self is soft-hearted. I'm easily touched by surroundings like your tone of voice, or even your body language.In other words, I am sensitive. Should I reveal it here? I think I should but not everything of it, just simple evidences to prove I am sensitive, inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even listening to this background music, makes my heart melts into mugs of confidence. My heart is so tender, that most of the time, I couldn't control its extreme beats. I cried inside. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[motivated]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During a lecture in UiTM, Madam Carol had shared something about life; about the Law of attraction that makes me realize everything happens because we feel it gonna happen. I was touched, and was crying inside because all the while I've been through my life, I feel lost because I feel like feeling lost. It should not work that way....I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;feel that I am going to feel alive, then, it works, till now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Semanis Kurma"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tanyalah Ustaz"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on TV9 somehow is the reason why my heart is tender. The Shows really open my mind up into the thinking of "Put Allah first". Maybe, when my little brother in Jasin bought me &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Terjemahan Al Quran dalam Bahasa Melayu"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Kitab (using my dad's money!), my heart couldn't resist its smoothness anymore, I cried inside.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; [touched]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sensitive when people do not respect me; as a normal human being, as an Islamic woman, as a daughter, as a family, as a friend or even as a neighbour. I might cry myself out if people show their disrespect to me. For example, they cheated me behind, or trying to fool me out without reasonable excuses. I cried inside. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[disappointed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, there's a lot about my soft-hearted character to be told. I just want people who read my blog to remember, everyone feels differently to different kind of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, Au Revoir~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ballqiszbelle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6488288736850806717?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6488288736850806717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6488288736850806717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6488288736850806717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6488288736850806717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/soft-hearted-am-i.html' title='Soft-hearted am I.......'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8666788092675969821</id><published>2010-10-26T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T04:20:40.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORBIDDEN LOVE</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't sleep tonight. I kept thinking of him, but his features slowly disappeared. I wish not to hope anything from him, just a bond of normal relationship, which pleases me and everyone. I wish to be more than that! I can't control my heart, I want him badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forbidden, yes forbidden. I know this is not the right time to love someone special. I admit, teenagers like me can't control the hormone and lust for love. I know, I really know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a loser right? Begging and begging all days, all times. Why not, be brave at a moment, and face reality that you are not living in a princess tales? Bravery is the key, while faith is the door. Hey scientists, create some potions of bravery please! Sell it cheap 'coz people like me needs them loads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, he is not taken. Me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I lead the way? I know I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 years before marriage comes, thats long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;THIS LOVE IS NOT FORBIDDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I just noticed through my writings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, Au Revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-8666788092675969821?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8666788092675969821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8666788092675969821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8666788092675969821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8666788092675969821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/forbidden-love.html' title='FORBIDDEN LOVE'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-319917584137007324</id><published>2010-10-21T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:21:32.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARATHON</title><content type='html'>Hello readers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got upstairs after the whole day I spent in front of the telly. I already missed this blog ever since there's nothing to do with my life right now....Don't worry bloggie, I won't neglect you as before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am really tired...Not working, but still tired huh? Yeah of course, tired watching the telly. Ha ha, my new job now, is staying still in front of the TV, watching numbers of shows, say it cartoons, malay dramas, HBO, tennis, you name it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I finished the TESL interview last Monday, my life has just started like living in a cave of hollowness..Really! Huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok these are the route of marathon I've done and will do for the next 2 months(sure la, coz I resigned from being a teacher):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MONDAY-FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;11.00a.m : CH615 cartoons, like Mr Bean, or Hannah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12.00a.m : TV3 Wanita Hari Ini, or sometimes, kalau boring topic I watched TVIQ, clever edisi Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1.00pm : TV3 Suraya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1.30pm : Lunch (bibik cooked)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.00pm : sleeping like never slept before...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.00pm : CH105 Cahaya Sinetron, or sometimes, TV3 Stairway to Heaven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4.00pm : TV3 koleksi komedi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4.30pm : TV3 Siti Kelembai (finished already today)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5.30pm : TV9 Cinta dan Anugerah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6.30pm : CH104 Cinta Kirana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7.30pm : CH611 Funniest pets and people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8.00pm : dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9.00pm : various shows, sometimes HBO movie, sometimes Disney Channel...Just now I watched &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ORPHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on HBO, it was so 'mysterical' and I like!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11.00pm: Tom And Jerry Show CH616&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12.00am: Computer time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 or 3am: Sleep and wake up at 10am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Marathon was superb right?? I know I know, I'm the defending champion for this, every time holidays appear in me....Ha ha, beat me laaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK till we meet again, AU REVOIR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;love, ball&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-319917584137007324?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/319917584137007324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=319917584137007324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/319917584137007324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/319917584137007324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/marathon.html' title='MARATHON'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8338675455219870785</id><published>2010-10-19T11:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:39:48.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO MUCH TO BE TOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salaam peepsa!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG OMG! Sumpah I miss blogging! There's a lot I want to write here...It will be a long entry guys, so if you miss me too, read it please...haha (ade ke org rindu blog aku?? haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to write them all here, in one entry because I already know if I write them separately, I wont publish them. The 'M' sickness has arrived in me. Wahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Wedding Hajar(2/10/2010 and 3/10/2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TL3UA5_InvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JoNSOpi1JJs/s320/pelamin+jaja.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529809029511552754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first wedding in my family. I was assigned as the secretary of the Wedding Planner, which was my former science teacher, Pn Salwati. I enjoyed working with her, but the only problem was, MY MOM. She was so excited that she wanted everything to be included in the reception. I was a little mad at her but thank God everything was smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TL3T3IjXbuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/K40sHLt0tDY/s320/empat+org.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529808861622922978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lokman. me.hajar.yazid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister, PN (?) SITI HAJAR, was dressed in Jawa's style. She was so lovely on that day. But me, so like freaking train, running here and there, to make sure everything is OK. Sumpah, after the ceremony, I collapsed for two days, sleeping like a baby. Didn't eat much and had no energy to smile....haha. Thank God the Commonwealth Games had started, and because of it, I gained my energy back!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONGRATULATION SIS! AND BRO ADI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TL3US5KcRwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/xC5MVId1ky0/s320/cantik+sungguh+jaja.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529809338528188162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jawa dress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.19th Commonwealth Games in Delhi(3/10/2010 ~ 14/10/2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited. EXCITED!!! I'm a commonwealth games freak! I love the sports! I love the athletes! I Love!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulation Malaysia Team for the 12 gold medals! Great Achievement! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astro has been so generous to me, (tapi we pay for it), for the additional channel of CWG1-CWG6. Those are called, STADIUM ASTRO!! i like i like! Me and my father and manis, could watch the events live! so lively! (now I really miss it!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the standings of my favourite sports in Commonwealth games, together with my favourite athletes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;DIVING - Bryon Nickson Lomas(MAS), Yeoh Ken Nee(MAS), Alexandre Despatie(CAN)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RHYTHMIC GYMNASTIC - Elaine Koon(MAS), Chrystalenni(CYP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SWIMMING - Liam Tancock(ENG)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BADMINTON - Koo Kien Kiet(MAS)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ATHLETICS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CYCLING - Josiah Ng(MAS)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NETBALL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next host will be Glasgow, Scotland. I hope I can be there to watch it lively. (I have to save some pocket money to go there....! =/ ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;GLASGOW 2014&lt;/b&gt;, Here I come!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. TESL interview(18/10/2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhoooo It was great! (berlagak kejap). FYI, I love interviews because I know I can speak to them directly what I want, and present who I really am, it was just a matter of unlucky not to be chosen. I know I have the quality (ceh!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was an education interview, not only for TESL but for other education courses too, such as Biology, Physics, PE, Arts and so on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my second time to be interviewed. The first time was during 2009, for the admission to Asasi TESL, but I failed obviously! This time, I hope I will be given the chance to study English and be a skillful educator, so that I won't feel like a loser every time I teach English to people who asked for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The questions were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell me about yourself (confirm tanya!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are you interested in English Studies?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do you study French Language?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What will you do after you graduate from English School?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you agree with this statement: Failing is the worst thing a student can do in school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bagaimanakah seorang guru boleh menerapkan nilai 1Malaysia di dalam kelas? (yes in Bahasa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all...simple right?? The only problem was, I can't control my emotion the time she asked me the second question. I was touched because I really meant what I answered...(Atie tanya aku, motif aku touching...haha, good question Atie, Aku pon x tahu kenapa....) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this time, I hope, Hope really badly, I want the course! I WANT IT( like I want to own it...get married with it!!!) Oh, miss and mrs. admissions please let me in..!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all for now. InsyaAllah, after this I will update my blog more regularly. All these while, I've been so busy with big events, like my sis wedding, the interview, house renovation and so on. AND now, I'm freeeeeee from any big events. I am planning for a vacation or two, before I register into UiTM this December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, till we meet again peeps!!! Au Revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3478093373612997914-8338675455219870785?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8338675455219870785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8338675455219870785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8338675455219870785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8338675455219870785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-much-to-be-told.html' title='TOO MUCH TO BE TOLD'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TL3UA5_InvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JoNSOpi1JJs/s72-c/pelamin+jaja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5977162426537476143</id><published>2010-09-21T23:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:30:55.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Syawal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Eid people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not too late for me to wish yall a great EidulFitr for this year. Maaf Zahir Batin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, my Syawal was not as grand as some of my friends. They have their kampung, and close relatives to celebrate with. For me, it was just simple and sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TJjaMKXI9cI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CR1WUR-zt0Y/s1600/ball+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 1st of Syawal, yeah as usual after our family gathering, we will stay at home. But I cant stand anymore celebrating 1st raya at home, so I followed my sister to her friend's place. Then we visited Mak Teh just nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TJjanz2bjVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xn0NkaIXUa4/s320/ball+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519401720810802514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;future sis-in-law, Sabrina Ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the day went on and on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*kind of boring raya this year*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Syawal only seems happier when I attended Wan Ali's Open House, on the 9th of Syawal where I met my old friends, and besties. Thanks peeps for the moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TJjaHS-cJrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/uOJTMFpHfs8/s320/ball+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519401162230212274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;former classmates, 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TJjaMKXI9cI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CR1WUR-zt0Y/s320/ball+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519401245817238978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;soulmate, Baiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much rite? Hehe, perhaps on my sister's wedding in a fortnight time, I will be the happiest person to celebrate her. Can't wait for the day!! ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3478093373612997914-5977162426537476143?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5977162426537476143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5977162426537476143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5977162426537476143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5977162426537476143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-syawal.html' title='My Syawal'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TJjanz2bjVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xn0NkaIXUa4/s72-c/ball+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-246692671726315126</id><published>2010-09-01T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T03:41:22.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan and Syawal</title><content type='html'>Salam,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi friends! How &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wau&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a month full of barokah, I haven't visit my little bloggie. Oh my, lagi sepuluh hari nak Raya, and I'm stuck preparing the Raya cookies all day-and-night long. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My typical Raya Stuffs hasn't been prepared yet and maybe will not be, due to the busyness. I need to be commited, baking Cheese Tart, deco-ing my lovely house, working at school with kids full of mysteries, messing up with the wedding final touch and on and on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha, and the funniest and most exhausting thing; I am preparing myself not to fall in love with anyone yet. Yeah preetttyyy exhausting, but Congratulation Ball! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, my previous previous posts about the love thingy, Ahh what should I say now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a real loser. Ha ha, dont worry I am really losing my weights. No, yes I WAS a loser, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;So, to him *I know he wouldn't read this*, Let us carry on our own life till fate paths us the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sounds really determined, and I AM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this beautiful month of Ramadhan, Alhamdulillah, I got the genuine guidance from the Almighty. My Soul is filled with peace, and most importantly, I really fall in love with HIM. And that's why, I feel like a real loser last time, where I confessed to him, that supposedly, I should not. Oh my.......It's OK, mistake is the best teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syawal, not yet arrived. I'm afraid to leave Ramadhan as if I'll lose the feeling of barokah. I hope Allah will always grant me those barokah until the day I die. Aamin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Syawal is also one of the gifts from Allah, like Ramadhan. Let's cherish the moments, and live in Allah's blessing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HAPPY RAMADHAN AND HAPPY SYAWAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-246692671726315126?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/246692671726315126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=246692671726315126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/246692671726315126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/246692671726315126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-and-syawal.html' title='Ramadhan and Syawal'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-2420256236295240300</id><published>2010-08-09T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:13:04.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bonjour et salut!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comment cava?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(How are you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I cry? Or should I smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually do not want to get involved in this love thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I accidentally fall in love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate me, for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To him, should I say I need you again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or should I quit from hoping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;*moan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually am not pushing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I accidentally told you the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I believe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate me, for being too honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I tell you that you're the best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or should I say I love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should not, 'coz I just did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I accidentally went over the limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate me, for the pain I gave you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I say sorry? or should I kneel before you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;*sigh again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I shall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the time comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we meet and hold hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What say you, H****??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-2420256236295240300?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2420256236295240300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=2420256236295240300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2420256236295240300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2420256236295240300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-should-i-say.html' title='What should I say?'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-273811093385051364</id><published>2010-08-08T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T03:08:05.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should rest, rite? :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salaam peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, to H****, you should read my previous post, not this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I'm a spendthrift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've spent almost all of my savings for this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And left with only RM1.00 in my purse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to Reyna and Latt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, and I should rest and relax my mind from any harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anything that will harm my feelings, and my most precious asset-&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MY POSITIVE MIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I wont own that old negative brain anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I should rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From thinking bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No news is good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, let's enjoy the moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-273811093385051364?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/273811093385051364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=273811093385051364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/273811093385051364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/273811093385051364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-should-rest-rite.html' title='I should rest, rite? :))'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8681046697814504203</id><published>2010-08-07T04:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T05:01:46.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's painful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salaam readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant sleep tonight. I've really tried my best to sleep, but I failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something is killing me. I cant even breathe properly. Maybe, it's because of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked my soul friend an opinion for my problem, she said, just stay calm. How could I stay calm, while my heartbeat accelerates till its peak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it's definitely painful. I don't want to suffer this. I just want him to understand my feeling, but how could I make him feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever felt extremely regretful? I just had it. Tears rolling down my cheeks, and I swept them with my bare hands because I want to hold them so that I wont repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need him. After all the while we've been apart, I still cant forget him. Maybe we still have our strong bonds, deeply in our soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, it's painful for him too. I know. I definitely know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe, you need time to give me my second chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I do believe,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; EVERYBODY DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not begging, but I am T.R.Y.I.N.G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: tadi sy msg awk. Maaf mengganggu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mungkin spt perigi mencari timba, tp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mungkin juga spt Khadijah r.a dgn Muhammad s.a.w&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Till we  meet again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-8681046697814504203?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8681046697814504203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8681046697814504203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8681046697814504203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8681046697814504203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-painful.html' title='It&apos;s painful.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1864008161024272320</id><published>2010-08-03T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:46:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love people is to trust them whole heartedly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while since I left this page. I am so freaking busy with my life right now. Everyday I will wake up at 10.30am and go to work at 12.00pm. Then, arrive home at almost 7.00pm. I sleep around 1 0r 2am. This is my new schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG! Now I realized that I am a bit stress with my heart. I need someone to be by my side so I won't feel lonely and maybe I might control my emotions more rightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;" O Allah, grant me peace of mind and a great strength to live my life. aamin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just now, I received a facebook wall post from someone that is truly special, though we have no special relationship anymore, since Form 2. Suddenly, my heart jolted that I feel that old feeling again. That really old feeling, back in school. How could I react normal? How could I feel, regretting our unpleasant farewell 5 years ago. I think I need him back, but could I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Allah, is this right? I think it is. but... :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could call him darling again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could phone call him till late night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could smile to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could walk side by side with him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could do all these again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WILL FOREVER PUT MY TRUST FULLY IN HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is this, Is this LOVE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope, we'll be back into each other's laps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I H.O.P.E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Till we meet again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;ballqiszbelle. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1864008161024272320?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1864008161024272320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1864008161024272320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1864008161024272320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1864008161024272320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-love-people-is-to-trust-them-whole.html' title='To love people is to trust them whole heartedly.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6226462259775383380</id><published>2010-06-27T01:41:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T05:21:11.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandung Awesome Trip June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TD91fOmh65I/AAAAAAAAAcE/4qjabNHdi7M/s1600/20855_126859170684801_100000821551512_133027_5864146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TD91fOmh65I/AAAAAAAAAcE/4qjabNHdi7M/s320/20855_126859170684801_100000821551512_133027_5864146_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494239249771391890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Last day at Tubagus, breakfast. Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TD91fOmh65I/AAAAAAAAAcE/4qjabNHdi7M/s1600/20855_126859170684801_100000821551512_133027_5864146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TD91fOmh65I/AAAAAAAAAcE/4qjabNHdi7M/s1600/20855_126859170684801_100000821551512_133027_5864146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salaam readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TD91fOmh65I/AAAAAAAAAcE/4qjabNHdi7M/s1600/20855_126859170684801_100000821551512_133027_5864146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's 1.42am on Sunday. I have no sense of sleeping as I woke up nearly 1.00pm yesterday. Today, my friends who'll be continuing reading law, and pursuing other degree programmes at UiTM, will register their courses and stays, while me, just planning to enjoy myself at MIHAS with my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though feeling a lil bit of frustration, failed to get any offer into any degree programmes, I believe in ONE, Allah. I believe He'll give me the chance later, but in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one condition, I MUST BE PATIENT AND THANKFUL. O Allah, I will........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regarding my holiday in Bandung, OMG it was extremely awesome!!! Catch my "short" &lt;i&gt;[tehee~] &lt;/i&gt;journal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;08/06/10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited to experience the second plane ride in my life, after almost 15 years. I slept late last night, and woke up like nearly early. I phoned my soul friend, Baiti and asked for a ride to KL Sentral together with my sister as my parents were already there. Our flight departed at 3.30pm and we arrived in Bandung at 6.30pm. As we arrived, we took two cab to Mutiara Hotel for our stay 3 days and 2 nights. We were so tired, that night we just rested in the hotel room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;09/06/10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TD90URW1gnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zwl2h89yrIg/s320/20855_126859057351479_100000821551512_133006_5398855_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494237962020684402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;The ride on Angkutan Kota, to Pasar Baru. Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, weplanned to go to Pasar Baru to buy my sister's wedding stuffs; nikah's apparel, reception theme, souvenirs and so on. We started our journey around 7.30am and we arrived there at 8.00am, using the Angkutan Kota (in Malaysia it was like a van and it costs us Rp. 3000 each). We spent most of our money here as the cloths were so damn cheap and beautiful~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I finished exactly Rp. 540 000, it was like RM200.00, just for kain sulam ( I bought a lot for Raya! ). The whole day, we were enjoying ourselves here, until all the shops closed, then we began our journey back to Mutiara hotel. That night, we had our dinner at Ampera Food restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10/06/10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TD90aW2RNHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/GuIpt1K11dI/s320/20855_126859094018142_100000821551512_133013_4891602_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494238066573915250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;In front of Mutiara Hotel. Bye Mutiara. Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We checked out from Mutiara Hotel as we had booked a Homestay near Dago Street. My dad booked a van for our trip that whole day, the chauffeur was Pak Atan, and he was so courteous. Firstly, we searched for our Homestay Tubagus with Pak Atan. As we arrived at Tubagus, which took us almost 1 hour to search for it, we unloaded our stuffs there before we went to Rumah Mode. The homestay was pleasant that we wished to come again. We were going to stay there for 4 days and 3 nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started our journey around 11.00 am after unloading our stuffs. We first headed to Aria, where my dad measured his blazers. Second, to rumah mode, then to other factory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; outlets. Finally, we found that our tastes were not the factory outlets as the items were in fixed prices. We preferred Pasar Baru where we can bargain for the lowest price!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Indonesian chauffeur, Pak Atan suggested us sight seeing at Tangkuban Parahu, Bogor and Riau Street. Pak Atan brought us to the volcano site, as Tangkuban Parahu was a legend of volcano. We went to the Queen's Crater [Kawah Ratu], where it was extremely cold up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, there were many souvenir's stalls, and my dad bought a very unique vase for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rp. 150 000. He also bought us 6 packs of strawberries and raspberries for Rp. 50 000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TD90eXdufNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8F5khShhdOA/s320/20855_126859124018139_100000821551512_133019_6724517_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494238135458888914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;At Tangkuban Parahu, top view. day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;11/6/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, as my mom was so eager to finish up her Rupiah notes, we went again to Pasar Baru. As usual, we went there the whole day, but before we reached the place, we dropped in Diana Outlet for Bandung Leather. I bought a lot of stuffs here, all were made of Indonesian original Leather, in cheap prices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we arrived at Pasar Baru around 2.00pm and enjoyed ourselves for 3 hours. Pasar Baru is a very Great place to shop, till you drop!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;12/6/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a Saturday. My dad planned again, to visit Bogor, where Safari lives were there. We started our journey as early as 7.00am as to reach there the very first. It took us 2 and a 1/2 hours, so we arrived around11.00am as in the middle we dropped to some attractive places.[ I cant remember the names].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we arrived at the Safari Park, we were so excited as we went around the safari with Pak Atan's MPV, and pedestrians were not allowed, different from Zoo Negara Malaysia. We fed the deers, and other animals with our bare hands. Soooooooo unforgettable!!!! I like! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we approached the Tigers' Camp, we were not allowed to screened down the window. We saw tigers, like lazy giant cats, lying near the rivers......Cute, but fierce! hehe.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The experience to Bogor was the best for me, besides shopping at Pasar Baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TD91RucyHVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fuYSBuPGUmQ/s320/20855_126859154018136_100000821551512_133024_4116274_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494239017802276178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;Feeding the animals. day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;13/6/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we will go home. Our flight was scheduled to depart from Bandara Airport around 12 noon. So, we asked Pak Atan and his friend, Pak Ante to drive us there with their cabs, around 10.00 am. Our stuffs were extremely loaded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the airport, after the luggage-in process, we headed to the waiting room. Both our luggage-in and hand luggages were of the same kilos!! Hah! My dad paid almost Rp. 450 000 for extra kilos, and around i-dont-know amount for airport tax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I noticed, I still had extra Rupiah notes. So I decided to finish them up on Air Asia. I bought a lot of food for my lunch, and an Air Asia teddy as souvenir. Now I only left Rp. 4000 which is only RM1.50.....haha......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at LCCT around 1.30PM and took the bus to KL sentral. We didn't have enough hands to carry our loaded stuffs, that we had to go two rounds from the Bus terminal to our car, which was driven by my brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we reached home around 5.00PM and we realised, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;WE HAD HAD A BLAST IN BANDUNG!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh released!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, till we meet again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;loves, ballqiszbelle. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAQHXotEHlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/u0T-17MRF80/s320/28720_123053641060012_100000661298883_173076_4365380_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477511149434183250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hola!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salaam readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it, the perfect time for me to write. Our journey to the north was extremely awesome, not only visiting our former MRSM, but it was more than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Readers, prepare for this lengthy journal. Extraordinary lengthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;24th May 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I resigned as a substitute teacher, and went back home at 4.00PM to pack and rest. Around 7.30PM I went to the LRT station and headed sentral KL for the train to the North. I was so excited to meet my Datinssss. We departed at 9.45pm and off we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment we were searching for our coach, we were a bit hectic. We ran as if we were robbed. Ha ha. I was the last and was noticed by one of the pak cik till he told us the story. In the train, we were so noisy that we just met after 2 years and there's a lot to let out between us. We talked and talked until we had the thoughts of tiredness the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;25th may 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah, we arrived at Alor Setar around 7.30 am. We had to walked to the nearest bus station about 10 minutes from KTM station. It was so tiring but fun to be done as it's been ages I hadn't done it. Arriving at Shahab Perdana, we had our breakfast. Then Que arrived. She told us that we had to walk to the motel. The journey took us about 20minutes walking with bags loads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, while walking off Shahab Perdana, we found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAQCsB-dqhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ofzj0pj-Yg/s320/31865_125718964119766_100000449892028_226561_5494780_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477506002257291794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 eleven!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We arrived at the motel around 8.30am. Out of the blue, I noticed my Sony phone was missing and I remembered leaving it on the bed in KTM. I was so freaking sad and really sad till I told Que about it. Then, about an hour later, I tried calling my phone. Luckily, there's a guy on the line. I talked to him and asked him to hand the phone to me on the 27th. He agreed and I relieved. That was miracle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Around 11.30Am, we set off the motel and headed to Shahab for the bus to Butterworth. We were going to Penang. The ferry riding was awesome, and it only costs RM1.20 per person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAKcl7FlT9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wR-XDgoIHAA/s320/feri.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477112272166146002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Us, on the ferry to Seberang Perai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As we arrived at Sebereng Perai, we took Rapid Penang to Queensbay Mall. It only costs RM2.00 same as in Rapid KL. At Queensbay Mall, we had our lunch around 3.00pm. Then we searched for Karaoke. We booked for a room and we cancelled it as it costs RM16++ per person per hour. What?? Off we go~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We began the journey back to Butterworth around 6.15pm and arrived at Alor Setar around 9.00PM. We rested for a while and went to Que's House for dinner. At first we planned to meet Panem at the nearest Mall,  but then, the Greatest Planner didn't allow us. Finally, around 11.00pm, Panem from Butterworth arrived at our motel. We played truth or Dare the whole night till 12.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;26th May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, we will perform our Homecoming to our beloved MRSM Beseri, Perlis. We started our journey around 8.30Am from the motel and we took our bus to Kangar around 10.00am. In Kangar, Aleen and I went to my Mak Lang's Office to get the car. We borrowed my Mak Lang's Car for 2 Days as our official transport in Perlis. Then, Basya arrived, off we go to Beseri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our homecoming was so pleasant. Firstly, we met Puan Siti Hasma, our beloved Warden and Biology Teacher!! She's pregnant! I told her to put her future daughter's name, BALQIS, but she refused as she's afraid her future daughter will be so talkative like me...wa hahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also had the chance, visiting our not-so-old official Datins' Office aka my ex-cube. We lectured our junior and surprisingly, they liked us very much. We also visited our former class, 5 Magnificent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAKcWVHqvwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SclC8_oxQt4/s320/30233_125237367498410_100000364417096_221365_7740991_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477112004276305666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In our cube. Tikar maintain di situ.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAKb0VR4A8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1epDf7denz8/s320/28720_123054617726581_100000661298883_173093_8148233_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477111420203566018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Former classmates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ball.Yan.Hariz.Aleen.Martunis.Ika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Around 4.00PM, we went to Basya's House where we stayed for 2 days and a night. We changed our clothes as we were going to have our mini picnic with only air kosong, at Bukit Ayer Perlis. Unfortunately, the waterfall was not there. Therefore, we went to Jambatan Gantung and performed Poco2-dance-la-konon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAKcdek8GpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/VMKNyWRJ8Sw/s320/28720_123321197699923_100000661298883_174210_482793_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477112127074081426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Giant Mosquitoes on the Gigantic electric racket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAKcEcVOK7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/G1y8EL1D1hk/s320/28720_123321754366534_100000661298883_174212_3620588_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477111696974556082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;On the suspension bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We finished our recreation activity around 7pm and had our lunch around 7.10pm. haha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At night, we planned our dinner to Kuala Perlis. He he.......Our exclusive-like dinner costs RM114 something like that. On our way back to Basya's place, we almost experienced a bad journey, but fortunately, Ika managed to control the stereng. Actually, the brake system of my Mak Lang's car was jammed where Aleen couldn't control the car and hit the g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ate of Basya's place. Don't worry, we managed to polish the scratches and the brakes were OK the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAKcK6oWaCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pWPzbS-H7-Q/s320/28720_123054587726584_100000661298883_173085_7729346_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477111808187066402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;our dinner in Kuala Perlis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;27th may 2010 (the final day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We planned to go to Padang Besar, but as Allah is so Great, we cancelled our trip there and went to Perlis Bowl, the newest development in Perlis. Yan was the winner, followed by Panem and me!! hhehee......But but, this is the exact winner, 'Rosmah' or we called her Yanie!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAKb8BtsXEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/unZRbyczv4A/s320/28720_123053644393345_100000661298883_173077_2826867_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477111552390487106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Datin Seri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Around 2.00pm, we finished our game and sent Deeb and Panem to Kangar Bus Station. Goodbye to them [love yall] and off we go and changed our apparel for our journey back to KL. Before we arrived at Arau KTM Station, we dropped at Gua Cenderawasih where Aleen's friends were there, The Beruks...hehe.......[sorry, jus kidding!] Then, we headed to Arau and gave back my Mak Lang's car there. Sorry Mak Lang, we scratched your car and brought your Raya Kain back KL, don't worry I've posted your parcel........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAKbqbG13jI/AAAAAAAAAZA/EbFAxmqxbzc/s320/28720_123059564392753_100000661298883_173146_1135254_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477111249969208882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;In Front of Gua Cenderawasih, Perlis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The story is not completed yet. On our journey back home, in the train, we met an Arabic Sudan PhD student, named Qasim. He was so nice that we afraid to befriend him in the future. No, I meant, he is so freaking nice, he treated us like so nice...you know NICE.....but, sorry, we had to bid goodbye at KL Sentral. Thanks for your advices and care....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, we arrived at Sentral KL around 5am and had our breakfast at McD. Then, we performed our Subuh Prayer, in congregation. At 7am, we bid goodbye to each other, and tears rolling down my cheeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAKbaKIH_zI/AAAAAAAAAY4/JYmWwt5LkoQ/s320/31865_125975007427495_100000449892028_227761_6811546_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477110970533281586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Dear Datins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Thanks for the moments each of you gave me. I am really thankful to Allah to have all of you in my life. InsyaAllah, we'll meet again in Sabah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Thanks a million: Deeb, Ika, Yanie, Aleen, Yan, Panem, Que, Basya and not to be forgotten; Tiq, Lela, Aten, Sherry, Qila, Qil and Roro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Credits: Mama and Abah for the completion. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-175871926248893488?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/175871926248893488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=175871926248893488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/175871926248893488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/175871926248893488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/awesome-northern-journey-with-datins.html' title='The awesome Northern journey with Datins.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TAQHXotEHlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/u0T-17MRF80/s72-c/28720_123053641060012_100000661298883_173076_4365380_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-545696565150323946</id><published>2010-05-31T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:56:16.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs302.snc3/28720_123309267701116_100000661298883_174179_3576697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs302.snc3/28720_123309267701116_100000661298883_174179_3576697_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-545696565150323946?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/545696565150323946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=545696565150323946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/545696565150323946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/545696565150323946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-7793932415706620665</id><published>2010-05-18T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:33:52.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine was just nice and sweet~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S_lWv1FR4ZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2QmaCYYolYY/s1600/YEAR+3+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S_lWv1FR4ZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2QmaCYYolYY/s320/YEAR+3+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474502201748611474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Year 3 teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S_lWBnQEsRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XSm7j1OSHYo/s1600/gambar+tahun+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S_lWBnQEsRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XSm7j1OSHYo/s320/gambar+tahun+3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474501407761805586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Year 3 teachers in School Uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.PN SUHARTI.CIK BALQIS.PN SHIMA.PN HABIBAH.PN JUMINAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam people,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this post, I would like to tell you guys about the uniqueness of my working experience which I was so fortunate to have the opening and the closing, beautifully woven like, JUST for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came into this teaching profession, a week after I completed my foundation studies. On the 30th of March, I entered Sekolah Kebangsaan sg Tua Baharu (SKSTB) as a maths substitute teacher. I taught year 3 students. The experience I gained were enormously priceless that I couldn't describe it here. I learned the meaning of caring, the hard works teachers had to complete in teaching, the relationships with our working mates, the planning system of a lesson, the punctuality in attending classes and much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, is my last day teaching standard three because their former math teacher has finished her maternity leave. Two months of teaching experience was a lot to me. I will never leave those moments though time passes so hastily. The &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;'Opening Ceremony' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;of my part time world started when the school held their Annual Sports Event. My job was to record the results of the athletics event. It was so tiring but yet, so valuable to me as a beginner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst, the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;'Closing ceremony'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was the 2010 Teachers Day. I received super powerful mass amount of teachers day's presents. They were almost countless. Seriously, a lot that I couldn't describe. Some of them were; a typical mug, red pens, scarf, brooch, typical flowers, teddy bears, decor and even a 4-meters cloth for baju kurung!! What do you think? Yes, it was for teachers day, but for me, it was like, meant for my farewell. It means, the memories were there, in those presents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the 2010 Teachers Day, all the teachers had to perform, so do I. We, as the standard three teachers, presented a musical sketsa entitled &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Pesan cikgu skstb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. If you wanna watch, access you tube. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, my part time working experience was so great where I had to mingle with TEACHERS of both young and aged and and the small mischievous year 3 kids. Yet, Mine was just nice and sweet. Alhamdulillah, I gained a lot! &lt;i&gt;Syukran.....JazakAllah~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for reading. Au revoir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/3478093373612997914-7793932415706620665?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7793932415706620665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=7793932415706620665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7793932415706620665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7793932415706620665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/mine-was-just-nice-and-sweet.html' title='Mine was just nice and sweet~'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S_lWv1FR4ZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2QmaCYYolYY/s72-c/YEAR+3+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8895669824058674113</id><published>2010-05-17T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:19:39.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you had this kind of buddy, just slash him off~</title><content type='html'>One fine morning, Out of the blue, my friend Asina ran up to me and gave me a beautiful pen. I asked her why she had given it to me, as it wasn't even my birthday. She just gave me a grin and replied that it was a surprise. At that moment, I did not smell a rat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During class, my form teacher told us that she had lost her favourite pen which was an irreplaceable  gift from her guardian. Her intuition told her that someone in our class had stolen it. She began to search our bags. Of course, she found her favourite pen in my bag. When she questioned me, I explained that it was a gift from Asina, but she would not believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned to Asina for support, but what I saw made my heart sink. Asina was smiling at me maliciously. I knew that it would be almost impossible to prove my innocence. What a bad friend Asina was.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(From MRSM Beseri 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-8895669824058674113?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8895669824058674113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8895669824058674113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8895669824058674113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8895669824058674113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-had-this-kind-of-buddy-just.html' title='If you had this kind of buddy, just slash him off~'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8686751135049973210</id><published>2010-05-12T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:08:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An inspiration</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 2 months I work as a substitute teacher. All the pains and gains were so priceless to me. Thanks Allah for the opportunity You gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, and HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I love my mum so MUCH and the teachers that had taught me a lot since time immemorial. I dedicated these verses for all teachers and for my only MOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is truly for you, you inspired me a lot:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all those times you stood by me, for all the truth you made me see, for all the joy you brought to my life, for all the wrong that you made right, for every dream you made come true, for all the love I found in you, I'll be forever thankful, you're the one who held me up, never let me fall, you're the one who saw me through, through it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were my strength when I was weak, you were my voice when I couldn't speak, you were my eyes when I couldn't see, you saw the best there was in me, Lifted me up when I couldn't reach, you gave me faith coz you believed, I'm everything I am, Because you loved me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me wing and made me fly, you touched my hand and I could touch the sky, I lost my faith you gave it back to me, you said no star is out of reach, you stood by me and I stood tall, I had your love I had it all, I'm grateful for each day you gave me, Maybe I don't know that much, but I know this much is true, I was blessed because I was loved by you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were always there for me, The tender wind that carried me, A light in the dark shining your love into my life, you've been my inspiration, through the lies you were the truth, my world is better place &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU!! THANKS A MILLION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-8686751135049973210?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8686751135049973210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8686751135049973210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8686751135049973210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8686751135049973210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiration.html' title='An inspiration'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-9147104777004351581</id><published>2010-04-27T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:40:50.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, suffering from Flu..Stay distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peeps, what will you do when you are deeply in love with someone? For me, I will always do my best to make him happy and always love him for Allah. Sometimes, I feel like I am fooling myself. I hate that feeling. What will you do when you are confused with your own feelings? For me, I will always light the path with definite end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost three years searching for the best ending to this feeling, finally, I have with heavy heart to let him go. TO LET HIM GO FAR FROM MY HEART. It's time for me to rest my heart from this dilemma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I need to vanish his name completely from my soul. Goodbye *****. Thanks for all the memories you created for me, good and bad. Still, we are friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: at last, i'm free from the grasp. It's too hard but it's possible.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-9147104777004351581?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9147104777004351581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=9147104777004351581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/9147104777004351581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/9147104777004351581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5007450913616740186</id><published>2010-04-15T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:21:50.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My English</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so freaking busy nowadays:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;9.30am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10.00am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.00pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Go to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.30pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Finish work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.15pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Go to gym / Go to English Class at UniKL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.30pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Finish Gym / Class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.00pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Arrive home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Reading session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Sleeping time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the daily schedule seems so simple, but in fact, it is so tiring and I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe, Wholeheartedness is the antidote to exhaustion, I won't be tired for the things I chose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My English; I know I can improve the MUET result. I know I can speak well but not too fluent. I know I can write a good essay. I know I can listen well to English sentences and language. I know I can read English so well. So, I also know I can attain a better result this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After attending several classes with Teacher Fiza, I feel I can speak English in a very structured manner. Seriously. Actually I have known about the structure since before I entered UiTM, but now, I am going to polish the structure to a really sharp one. Thanks a Million to Teacher Fiza!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell the truth, my English is at a moderate level, not excellent, so therefore, I need aid for it. To peeps, thanks for the compliments and support. I really appreciate it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5007450913616740186?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5007450913616740186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5007450913616740186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5007450913616740186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5007450913616740186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-english.html' title='My English'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-7689015766962458264</id><published>2010-04-10T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:06:36.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now is good enough.</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, it's been a long time I haven't write anything here. Sure peeps are missing my words. Sorry you guys, I am busy planning my life to the fullest. Now, I'm back on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, my life is good enough. I have my own passion without other people's body. Therefore, I have to live it to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When completing the law foundation was very tremendously tiring, upon completion, I managed to find myself really CALM though some of the people tried to make me be unhappy. For God's sake, I am happy with my life right now, seriously. I have a job, I've improved my law foundation results, I have kids that love me, but most importantly, I have a life that is full of inspiration and knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, let's talk about my English Lesson. Last Sunday, my private lecturer or I used to call her Teacher Fiza, brought me to the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;UniKL Friendly English Debate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, held at UniKL MFI Bangi. At first, I thought I will just sit and listen as told by my teacher. But suddenly, there are some extra debaters and they did not have enough members. My teacher promoted me to try the debate session as a Swing Team. I was V shocked as I am not a good English Speaker. I tried my best with my group mates; Osama from Pakistan and Fatirah from UniKL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first round, we were the opposing team and had to debate on the motion THBT a year spent working is worth 4 years in a classroom. For this round we won the debate. The second round, the motion was THBT illegal racers should be canned. We were the government team, but unfortunately we lost the debate to the team UniKL MIIT. On the third round, the motion was THBT we should standardized the weapon given to all nations of the world. We were the opposing team, and we won the debate. It was V fantastic for me as it was an English Debate, I managed to be the rebutting person so well that I had never thought I will. It was also great to meet &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Osama and Fatirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who are excellent in debate, they taught me a lot about the debating skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, let's talk about the experience I gained during my part time job as a substitute teacher. It has been 3 weeks I teach at my mom's school, and have another 6 weeks to work there. I am teaching Math for Standard three, replacing Pn Salmee as she is on maternity leave. It is not easy as you thought, to teach Standard Three students how to master the times-table (sifir), to control the class into a very conducive condition and to plan for the lessons. I gained a lot of experience here, though it has just been 3 weeks. On the 18th of April, the school will be having the Annual Sports Event, and I will be sitting at the finishing line to decide the winners. I think, I am enjoying the job as I have the passion to educate the kids, and not to just sit at home. Thanks Mom for the job. I will be paid not much by the PPD, it is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;RM35.66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; per day, but I am thankful to Allah, and believe that Allah will give me more than that! Overall, I love the kids as if they were my own sibs, though they are mischievous. I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, I'll stop here in the meantime. I'll post some pics in the next entry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-7689015766962458264?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7689015766962458264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=7689015766962458264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7689015766962458264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7689015766962458264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-is-good-enough.html' title='Now is good enough.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-4237710984312557325</id><published>2010-03-24T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:27:01.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eraser or Blank O?</title><content type='html'>Salaam peepsaaaaa~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellow....How are you this evening? I know you are quite happy, keep it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever heard of eraser and Blank O? Both are the same as their job is just erasing our mistakes. I remembered, when I was in my primary school, my mom always spared me a box of pencils with erasers at every end. And when I entered secondary school, my mom gave me enough money for me to buy my own stationery, and I will never forget to buy Blank O or typically my friends called it liquid paper. But now, when I've enrolled myself into this tertiary institution, I do not know what to use, eraser or Blank O......because I usually scratched my mistakes barely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the universe was created beautifully, it is common sense that all people really do mistakes, and that's why they created eraser at the end of the pencil and possibly, Blank O for its substitute. Why do you think this is so? For me, that is because when we make mistakes, we are expected to fix it or in simple words, to erase it, smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem now is, I really do not understand, when people leave you without any solid reason. How can we fix our mistakes if we, ourselves do not know what is the core problem? Again, people do mistakes, please do not expect that all people are perfect. Please. If I know my flaws, most probably, I'll know how to fix it right, but when it ends like this, I am really frustrated with you, MY FRIEND... REALLY FRUSTRATED, not angry....but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-E-D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How could it be possible? I just could not understand. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peeps, I am not dumb as you thought. I am not the old Ball that you knew. I do not care, how deep you can dig me, how accurate your foresight is, how good your sixth sense is, how brilliant you are in writing exam's scripts without having to study like us, and how polite you are, I still blame you for hurting my feelings just like that. What do you think I am? I am a normal human being that have feelings just like all of you, but perhaps, you think you are so freaking good that you are so perfect. It's up to you dude, I'm outta you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;every cloud has its silver lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Perhaps, we'll be friends again in the future. If you were reading this, I am so sorry to let it all out, as like I said earlier, I am a normal human being, I just couldn't save the words. Sorry again and enjoy your 'Good-like' life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, Au Revoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;p/s: I believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;'Hukum Karma'. We cannot please everybody, it's impossible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-4237710984312557325?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4237710984312557325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=4237710984312557325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4237710984312557325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4237710984312557325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/eraser-or-blank-o.html' title='Eraser or Blank O?'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5266961905070861899</id><published>2010-03-16T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:56:52.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Shining with bravery and a lot of confidence!</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot to post here, but since my Law 3 exam and Global issues' are just around the corner, I should cut short the stuffs. First of all, my lappie is still doesn't working and I have to strain all my nerves to bargain for this PC of his. I love my lappie but it is the one who makes me hate itself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my mom uttered some inspiring words that I really do not expect it out. She said:&lt;i&gt; "I think you are better at home than at college, nampak perubahan...!"&lt;/i&gt; And I just replied: &lt;i&gt;"Because I said so, Duduk rumah sangat sistematik ma....sangat berbeza!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not the matter of homesickness or friendship, but it is about my academic level and the system in my life. I need a good organization in me, then I can go further in my life...It is proven now where I feel a lot of the difference in answering final exam this semester and in last semester. I always smile that I am grateful for the changes. I should give the biggest, highest credits to myself and someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I have to go through a lot of obstacles everyday, I am still standing strongly in my faith and determination to change. People say: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;No pain no gain, and it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I have to wake up V early just to go to class and sleep V early in order to get a fresh mind the next day. BUT it's totally different when I reminisced the time I was in college: I slept really late as I mingled a lot with college's peeps and woke up at the peak hour of the morning to go to class. I think at home although I have to wake up as early as 5.30AM and faced the other miserable road users in order to attend academic classes everyday, I think that is the time where I gained my ultimate confidence and strength! Seriously.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where I finished class around 4.00 to 6.00PM everyday and stuck in the traffic jam as office people were out, I arrived at home around 7.30PM and only have from 8.30Pm to 11.00PM to finish my loaded assignments, EVERYDAY. I have to sleep early as to wake up early and have a good state of freshness so that I can focus on my studies and plan for my life for that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think? For me, that's a better me where I have organized my life so beautifully that I do not need people to plan it for me. Studying at home or whatever place that makes you feel comfortable is the most important thing in achieving excellence. Seriously, and and I always stick myself to this: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;WHOLEHEARTEDNESS IS THE ANTIDOTE TO EXHAUSTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I believe in it, too much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusively, although I have to drive to class with the one-hour journey everyday, and return home facing the congested KL-road, I do not feel exhausted at all as I did it with all my heart! (Bayar toll and minyak also count here!!) Kan Syamel?? hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;CREDITS: SYAMEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;ALWAYS IN MY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: MAMA AND ABAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again; &lt;i&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5266961905070861899?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5266961905070861899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5266961905070861899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5266961905070861899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5266961905070861899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-shining-with-bravery-and-lot-of.html' title='Almost Shining with bravery and a lot of confidence!'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-3910676842232393963</id><published>2010-03-08T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:00:45.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lappie</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I have no mood at all. My laptop has made me gone mad. I hate this situation, having to think about it. I hate thinking about problems and the solution which I really certain would be painful for the rest of my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not want to lose all the memories! I want it all back! I want to save it....Please Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Love-in-hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-3910676842232393963?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3910676842232393963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=3910676842232393963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/3910676842232393963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/3910676842232393963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/lappie.html' title='Lappie'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-38962347982416017</id><published>2010-03-05T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:10:48.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>Salaam and hello peeps!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just back from Ampang. Studying the law of contract with my childish-like-moron classmate, alyshia. (If you read this, haha....you know what I mean right? :p).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were too busy discussing about the cases and she was disappointed by me, memorizing all the cases almost perfectly. I was extremely enjoying the session by asking free food from her, almost every 30minutes..haha just kidding. She offered a treat, I have no choice but just to accept it. Haha. We finished our discussion around 4.00PM and the street was so freaking congested in the rain. I planned to meet Syamel at his place but unfortunately, the rain poured its content so heavily that I afraid to drive my car back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What determination, of course I want to pursue the legal study until I become a very respectful lawyer and a very skillful lecturer. That's definite, perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I am going to say is about my determination to my soul, quite empty. I am sick of expressing the pain, that I really love him. Peeps, sometimes you need to be empathy too, not merely just to sympathize people. I need you empathy. I need guide to proceed with this kind of love. Sometimes I feel that my soul is empty, without love, just shined with the existence of Allah's love in me. And sometimes, I feel I don't need him either. In fact, he's my strength here in UiTM. I seldom show my inner part in class, neither in street. I saved it for the sake of my patience. I think I'm gonna let go the patience and just give up. I also think to just live alone, and perform my life again, without the hope to be with him. I've tried too hard to set him aside, unfortunately, it grows more fonder secretly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People says; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Out of sight out of mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, but what about &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Which should I believe in? Which is true? I'm confused.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I am determined, to tell him the truth after the final exam ends. I must, by hook or crook tell him so that I can move on without doubt. If he rejects, I shall tell him that I will always love him for Allah but if he accepts, I shall also tell him, I will always love you for Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my......I still can't get the absolute strength. Peeps, I am really confident now as confidence is not always being right, it is not fearing to be wrong! If I'm wrong, that's it but if I'm on the right track, Alhamdulillah.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, that's it. I'm going to proceed reading psychology and tomorrow will be the GYM day. Meet me there. Ta ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, &lt;i&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-38962347982416017?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/38962347982416017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=38962347982416017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/38962347982416017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/38962347982416017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-4056908634872851640</id><published>2010-03-01T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:36:44.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this LOVE?</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great three-day study. I got a lot in my mind. Till now, I have studied &lt;i&gt;LAW 2: Commom Law, Civil Law, Adversarial System, Inquisitorial System, Federal Court, Other Court, Preliminary matters and yet to be revised are; Legal Profession Act, Hierarchy of Courts, Subsidiary Legislation and the Syariah Law&lt;/i&gt;. Oh, those are just for one single subject. What about Law3, Law1, Global issues, Psychology and Economy?? I have a lot to revise, but yet still enjoying the hols. Ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, when I begin to sit in front of my desk, I'll scroll the window to facebook, blog, YM, and etc. People say, I am not focusing on my study, but for me, that is focusing! I seldom scroll to his page, but today I did it, involuntarily. I miss him, though he did not know about my heart. I am about to tell him, the truth. I do not want to hurt his feeling, and so does mine. I just want to be fair, and I just want to be free from this dilemma. Is this love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could wind the clock back to old times, I wish I would not see him. If I could set my life again, I wish I would not have any feelings to him. If I could choose my path today, I wish I would not have a choice to him. If I could say my words freely here, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish it will be, I l*ve you *****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Is this love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just could not stay my heart any longer here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-4056908634872851640?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4056908634872851640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=4056908634872851640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4056908634872851640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4056908634872851640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-this-love.html' title='Is this LOVE?'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-4426721017809936510</id><published>2010-02-27T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:05:38.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brief</title><content type='html'>Hello there peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, finally it's a rest for me and my whole Asasian's colleagues. Recently, we are in our study week, the final exam is just around the corner. I wish, I could perform better in this semester exam, I really wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am heading to the library, to set the highest goal for myself in this final (OH Really final) exam. I do not want to repeat any paper like before. I do not want to relief early and think stable all the time. Sometimes, we need the tense and the stress to go further in life. I should create the tense (for sure, just a little!!) for me to not relax and to strive for my very best in March 2010. This is it, the really final I should race. Peeps, pray for me, I just need your little support. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to give credits to people who have supported me a lot in this semester, I mean really A LOTTTTTT. TO &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Mama, Abah, Syamel, Adilah Roslan, Hafizin, Aiman, Ernie, The Siblings, LWA 02A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.......(Sorry if not mentioned). Thanks a zillion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till we meet again, Au Revoir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-4426721017809936510?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4426721017809936510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=4426721017809936510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4426721017809936510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4426721017809936510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/brief.html' title='The Brief'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1170278368781641252</id><published>2010-02-16T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:39:13.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great Hols!</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like last CNY break! Seriously, I will miss that moments, though I was alone, shopping spree-ing, Gym-ing, swimming, commuting, but yesterday, thanks a lot to Syamel cos he fulfilled my wish to watch some sorts of movie. I wished to watch Tooth Fairy, but ever since the tickets were all sold out, we changed our mind and watch the greatest movie ever, Avatar, plus in 3D...!! Oh, it was so fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now, credits to Kak Wahida, as every week, she will be the one who accompanies me to Karaoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday, after I have sent Aiman to KL Sentral, I planned to take a walk,  alone there. I really did not want to buy anything, but suddenly, my heart melted into the longing sensation of shopping. I remembered the last time I spent my money, it was in November 2009, and that was ages for me. So, I decided to shop freely that day, and finally buying my hotlink and celcom credits, which I almost forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For truth to be told, I am planning that last weekend was the last outing for me before the final exam. Alhamdulillah. I am seriously crazy about improving my CGPA this semester. So, peeps, support me, please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's another 8 days of academic session. I should focus to the fullest now. For now, I do not care what people talk behind me, what people view me, what people judge me, I just need some sorts of help in academic and support from the inside. Bear with it, I will be super strong these 8 days of acad session and plus a week of study leave. I hope, peeps, do understand my spirit. Ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sad part, I saw his ph***, and I saw something so painful for my heart. I am not going to think about it, but I just wanna fight all those feelings. If Allah allows me to be with you, I believe, it will come true. But if Allah says, we should not be together, I rest my heart and I'll let you go. Ohhhh, it is extremely excruciating, painful and wounded for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow and for the next 8 days of acad, I'll be the strongest Ballqiszbelle ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for reading, see ya!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1170278368781641252?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1170278368781641252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1170278368781641252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1170278368781641252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1170278368781641252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-great-hols.html' title='What a great Hols!'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5513646111462399172</id><published>2010-02-09T05:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:25:44.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me, please~</title><content type='html'>Salaam people,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I am not good, I still have manner. To my beloved peeps, I am very certain that you know how I deal with manner, and how important manner is to me. Yesterday, I was fired by a &lt;i&gt;'friend'&lt;/i&gt; and was smashed with his words stating &lt;i&gt;I have no manner&lt;/i&gt;. How could it be possible?? How on Earth he could state that? From my sane head, I really have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I beg people, please leave me alone like before. Perhaps, just a few people to be with me, who can support me with all their heart. I do not need any sympathy (very certain here), and I do not need people who tends to hurt my pure feelings in friendships. I just need a pinch of sincere care which basically sourced from a faithful and honest self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peeps, no worries. I am still happy, not entirely disappointed. I was just feeling slightly dismay by people's actions and wrongful interpretation on me. The most important part, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I really believe in Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;p/s: I hate deceitfulness and rudeness and hypocrite  and fake and and and I hate mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5513646111462399172?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5513646111462399172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5513646111462399172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5513646111462399172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5513646111462399172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/leave-me-please.html' title='Leave me, please~'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-4675904303872852180</id><published>2010-01-31T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:07:43.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How serious I am? Usually, I am not as serious as lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really and extremely serious about him. Maybe most of my peeps have known about him, and know how deep I love him. But unfortunately, they cannot measure it accurately, only Allah knows the best. For me, I will always love him because of Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studying seriously because I am seriously crazy due to people's insult on me. Why not, they criticized me as if I am not worthy at all, they underestimate me and they threw bad faces to me. And all that just for the reason I did not shine my papers with excellence. But, they did not know about one thing: I believe, every cloud has its silver lining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, I am not good in those courses, and also my English level is not as good as you wish BUT I am really determined in my job, doing all things wholeheartedly and let the rest lies in God's hand. If you judge me with my results in exam, you're wrong as I am not a good exam performer. I do not know what to say, but seriously, I need time to be excellent. IF Allah gave me failure, perhaps He wants me to be stronger. And now, I'm the strength-go-getter! Seriously, I do not want to seek for sympathy or what, but I just need some space to express my real inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, it just count 4 weeks before the final exam. I need to struggle for at least 3.00. I know what level I am at and how hard and smart my effort were, I do not need other people's opinion on that. Peeps, thanks for your support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: I love you, dude!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;craving for him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Ballqiszbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-4675904303872852180?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4675904303872852180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=4675904303872852180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4675904303872852180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4675904303872852180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6180359607363785799</id><published>2010-01-18T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:43:16.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm touched by peeps</title><content type='html'>Salaam readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I am not going to post a long entry. Tomorrow I'll be better than today, frankly, today gave me a lot of inspiration by the surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I'm touched! When I was thinking about being alone in my journey, there were actually people who cares about me. They care not much, but I really appreciate their eyes and hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the lunch hour today, I was still depressing on my Law 1 remedial assignments. I stared at the paper and I felt so frustrated. I wouldn't care what people wanna say, but I care about what I say inside. My soul is of no love, I need some love and that love is actually there, I just did not grab it wholly. Now I do, I have it all, I mean that love as the food for my soul. Suddenly, some people approached me, and cared like never before. He taught me a lot of that Law 1 and I really appreciate him as a friend which I never knew before. Seriously, I know him none! Thanks Allah for giving the cure. Sorry all, if I made another mistake but I think I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That clock on the screen really asks me to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credits: Adilah Roslan, Aimi, Syamel, Aina, Hafizin, Farid, Muiz, Amir, Eddy, Baiti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6180359607363785799?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6180359607363785799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6180359607363785799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6180359607363785799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6180359607363785799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-touched-by-peeps.html' title='I&apos;m touched by peeps'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-3366669494240237183</id><published>2010-01-16T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:55:26.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some respect.</title><content type='html'>Salaam readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is weekends. I'm glad it is Saturday. I got a lot to do but yet, I still stay calm as I do not have the guts to move on with illness on my mind. That illness would probably be cured tonight, no worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People trying to downsize me, the negative surroundings, my status quo future, my remedial course's assignments and to name a few. It's been ages I left all these behind. Perhaps, I need a long holiday to recover my energetic self. In frank, I'm lost but are still capable to find all the way out again, alone. Peeps, I just need your respect as how I respect you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The global issues presentation and mock debate were so freaking bad, should I say the worst ever? I was and I am V disappointed with the discussion the night before. People were so selfish and had forced me to cover up their work. I am not mean, I just want them to learn how to respect people. Do your part and as you know, excuses are like assholes. People, I am not  happy for being in this situation and the fact is you will know my colours sooner or later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the presentation and debate, the tense lies on the MUET results. What's your band? What about you? How excellent you are? I'm sick of all that. Just to surprise everybody, I need to resit the MUET test. Enough and no comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the tense thingy. It's over, perhaps. Over or not, I will always say I'm done with stress. I love my life now, with all my heart. Privacy is my first priority and yet, friendliness and my loudness will not be halted by anything. Ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;i&gt; Au Revoir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-3366669494240237183?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3366669494240237183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=3366669494240237183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/3366669494240237183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/3366669494240237183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-tense-it-was-yet-im-still-strong.html' title='I need some respect.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-2187945494403336775</id><published>2010-01-11T06:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:16:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few words from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presently, I am missing somebody. And now, the number is doubled or perhaps tripple-ed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Oh Allah...Lend me the Strength Of Rasulullah SAW, and give me the Passion to survive in your very holistic steps. Amin.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With no doubt, here is the list of them whom I really2 miss to the extreme:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;- 'him' (always)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;- beserians, namely kak laila, kak iwa, kak mira, kak aimi, kak dayah, kak ika, kak fadhe, kak nadia etc. of 22nd batch, ohhhh them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;- Baiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;- Syamel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;- Syue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;- Deeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;- Aimi Diyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;- Habib??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Teacher Nonie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Teacher Fiza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quite a short list ha? But those are the VIPs in my life. To them not listed, sure your time will come sooner or later, just be in my dream every night, and I'll miss you like those above. They did a great job, accompanying me in my sleeping duvet, every single night. Ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enough of my few words, gotta go to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for viewing.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Au Revoir, Mercie Boku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-2187945494403336775?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2187945494403336775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=2187945494403336775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2187945494403336775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2187945494403336775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6142037395472234603</id><published>2010-01-03T18:55:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:28:32.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days before 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salaam peeps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ouh, the next hour I'll be back in Shah Alam. Perhaps, this will not be a long post to describe my moments with my BFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, yes, it will be just a few words to write here and a few uploaded photos to tell you more. I love her, she's Baiti. Does that sound too enormous? Ha ha. Those kites added to our memories till now. The next post will be about my walks in Malacca for three days. Catch it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S0B4qAFdZtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2yUH70tMFGY/s320/DSC00023+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;Free ice-cream?? Bloody girl!! my money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S0B4u_kwWhI/AAAAAAAAAYY/A1UX_q0oQQY/s320/DSC00024+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;look at the exhausted face of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S0B4QgLoa2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/LWUKGqJJczE/s320/DSC00022+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S0B4KgvNzfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/tTH84lSD8-Y/s320/DSC00017+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S0B4EHgDqvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/B6Ly5sc7NsQ/s320/DSC00014+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the kite race!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S0B39vE-rtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/bwys2uZ26hk/s320/DSC00013+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the wind's energy is no longer strong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S0B32v0GWmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7zVLmVSNRPA/s320/DSC00012+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;ahahaa her kite lost its energy. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S0B5AgldgBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ELkX5EwnEFc/s320/DSC00024+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, this pics and the story behind it will be discovered in my next post. I gotta pack my stuffs to UiTM and begin the new term joyfully. Thanks for viewing, till we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Happy New Year 2010 and Au Revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ballqiszbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/3478093373612997914-6142037395472234603?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6142037395472234603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6142037395472234603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6142037395472234603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6142037395472234603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/days-before-2010.html' title='Days before 2010'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/S0B4qAFdZtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2yUH70tMFGY/s72-c/DSC00023+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-432707030920483328</id><published>2009-12-29T10:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:29:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/love_letter1233610099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 315px;" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/love_letter1233610099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;:: How my heart looks like ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by6PNJrO1Xo/SfHGOhuuOMI/AAAAAAAAASM/ROJas6dKMi8/s400/Love+do+what+makes+you.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abeautifulrevolution.com/blog/images/2008/01/31/love_poem_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 314px;" src="http://www.abeautifulrevolution.com/blog/images/2008/01/31/love_poem_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;:: What my heart says all days ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homigod! I'm in Love.You know love? Yeah, love...Should I say "yay!"? Perhaps, I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I read my peeps' writings, overall, they wrote about love. Maybe, those are all the genuine love from Allah. I bet, I got it all a month ago. Yes, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Arlina wrote about being in love with her future-profession that is to be a successful surgeon, and if Deeb wrote about being in love with God and crushing from a distance, I would like to write about my passion in, not much, in Everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;" The antidote to exhaustion is wholeheartedness "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Many people might say that doing everything is wearying us. As the quote above says, doing things wholeheartedly can cure tiredness. Take a moment and imagine. Do you agree with the quote? I do. I'm in love with everything that sometimes I wish not to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First, I love myself to the fullest. I don't take a sh*t of what people say about me anymore. Badmouth me or passing by me with wrinkles on their faces, who cares? I love the skills in me. I love the way I befriend people and how I communicate. I love my family busy-ness and how they treated my as the apple of their eyes. I love my siblings and the moment we had fight on food thingy. I love my laptop and the colours in it. I love the books on my desk and how they inspired me to become a better person. I love the way I dressed and how I drive my old-timer car. I love my bedroom which at most of the time it is my suite of life. I love my life which Allah lent, to be enjoyed in the very holistic way. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, I love my studies. Though I am taking Law Studies (which at first I hated to death), I am doing it wholeheartedly and will perform with excellence at the end so that I won't be exhausted. You should know something, and that something is my ultimate love after Allah. My passion in English Studies will not be faded away by anything. I'm extremely enthusiastic in English Studies though my English level is not as Great as Qayyum and not as excellent as Nabila Yusop and not as high as Ameera Mahpudz and not as British as Adilah Roslan and not as fluent as Amir Azfar and......nobody is as passionate as Me. If Arlina made a Vlog (video blogging) regarding her love in Medical World, I should make a poem for my love in Linguistic World:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Between my love and my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;things were happening which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;slowly slowly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;made me recall everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You amuse me with your touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;although I can't see your hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You have kissed me with tenderness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;although I haven't seen your lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You are hidden from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;But it is you who keeps me alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Perhaps the time will come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;when you will tire of kisses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I shall be happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;even for insults from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I only ask that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;keep some attention on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love languages, and I love literature. I'm in love and note that &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;being in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with something is different than&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; loving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;something. Oh literature! Yesterday, I checked my youngest sister's book list for Form 4 and I discovered that the literature component for secondary school has changed a lot. There will be no boring Bukit Kepong Novel and Sonnet 18 anymore. It is the novel of somehow Papa...... and the Short Stroies of Qwertyuiop. Plus, the drama element. Oh my, how interesting they are, I've read them last night, with all my heart. OMG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, I love the physique of mine. Though I am not petite, I love my size. Remember, every cloud has its silver lining, so do I. With this plus size, I can imitate the mimics of a lecturer when entering UiTM main gate. and with this plus size, I can get lower price in bargaining goods and with this size I can fit into shoes of size 8 and also with this size my father has sent me to the gym and I can be strong and fit again!! I do agree that most of the men out there always have their turn ons on petite slim women but for my future Mr. Right, he wouldn't care of other men's turn ons. Have Faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, I should stop listing cos I love everything. Gimme anything that burden you, I love it. Gimme anything you fear, I love it. I love everything and the feeling is not much differ from being in love with your mate. Trust me, wholeheartedness is the entire love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for reading, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ballqiszbelle :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/3478093373612997914-432707030920483328?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/432707030920483328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=432707030920483328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/432707030920483328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/432707030920483328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in LOVE'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by6PNJrO1Xo/SfHGOhuuOMI/AAAAAAAAASM/ROJas6dKMi8/s72-c/Love+do+what+makes+you.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-4961872320712278601</id><published>2009-12-18T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:03:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday Off</title><content type='html'>Salaam 'Ala'ik....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday-Off really makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of next week will surely makes everyone happy cos that will be the beginning of our mid-sem break till next year...Bahahaha....I just can't wait to gather with my beloved seniors back in Perlis. I really miss you guys, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have buts for that. Next week will be V hectic for us. A lot of assignments to be submitted and test to be performed. I should list them so that my weekends may be filled wisely. Oh, I'll be heading to Malacca this afternoon, poorly to say, Atie won't be going with me. It's OK babe, we'll meet some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;NEXT WEEK'S STUFFS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bel 332&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Forum Presentation 30% (Monday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Economy &lt;/span&gt;Tutorial Questions (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Law 2&lt;/span&gt; Assignments: 5 Differences between Common and Civil Law (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Law 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tutorial Questions (Tuesday) and Test 10% (Wednesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bel 342 &lt;/span&gt;Drafting for term paper (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Global Issues T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;est 10% (Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Law 1&lt;/span&gt; Revision with Pn Ezan, Answer last sem final Questions, submit (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt; Script for Role Play, title: Psychology in Courts (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*THe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Colour&lt;/span&gt; indicates&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;if-I-do-not-do-i-will-die-immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem a short list, but for law students, they'll know how the short list became complicated at the end. And it seems, I have and must go through the list before the awaited mid-sem break! Yes, I'm strong for that and yet I still have the willingness to go to Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress off and see ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-4961872320712278601?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4961872320712278601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=4961872320712278601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4961872320712278601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4961872320712278601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-off.html' title='The Friday Off'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8027127298316359913</id><published>2009-12-11T09:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:53:12.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter finally appears</title><content type='html'>Salaam 'Ala'ik people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year of suffering, the laughter finally arrives under my nose. At last, I can feel myself; breathing through its two nostrils and initiated by my inner spirit. Not an ordinary spirit. Now, I can love everybody with their very own portion of my heart, without any doubt. I might hate people, or just went by people without craving any curve of smile, because of they are the one who hates me. I am very certain here, I studied for this with Madam Carol. She says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;' if we want people do things great to us, we must think positive and do the same'&lt;/span&gt;. I won't care about what people want to argue, I will always stick to that phrase, I really believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SyIHZ7zkY-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/GNn2oSpaaak/s1600-h/Picture0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SyIHZ7zkY-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/GNn2oSpaaak/s320/Picture0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413897844184867810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Syue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homigod! I might miss the Year End Sale. The Asasi Allowance has not yet in our account. My shopping list has almost being eaten by ants. I need my vitamins, that is surely shopping spree-ing. Now, I have almost fully-enriched my Patience Side. Silalah beri duit cepat encik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grievance, daughter of Dr. Harcharan Singh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[my English Lecturer in UiTM]&lt;/span&gt; had passed away last Monday, because of cancer. I am sorry to him and his family for her late daughter. May God be with you, strengthen you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my Laughter Side increasing its energy, I will always be thankful to Allah for this feeling. I know that life has its ups and downs and I should prepare for the worst. We befriend people because of Allah and being separated because of Allah too. Now, as I really can feel myself better, I should use this Golden Opportunity to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-8027127298316359913?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8027127298316359913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8027127298316359913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8027127298316359913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8027127298316359913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/laughter-finally-appears.html' title='Laughter finally appears'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SyIHZ7zkY-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/GNn2oSpaaak/s72-c/Picture0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-4751837546219712261</id><published>2009-12-04T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:21:02.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Loathed the Motorists</title><content type='html'>Salaam Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohho, today we got the day off. Dr. Harcharan suddenly sulking. I am happy for that but something had pissed me off - the Motorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a P licensee. Plus, driving the manual system, and that's not the main point. I hate the motorists, hate till death. If you have ever drive a car, you will notice what I am trying to let out here. Are we mutual? I hope we are cos I'm tired bewaring them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if I have the power, I should ban them on the road or perhaps making the motor-route compulsory on every highways. Vote for me, please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MOOD&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;so exhausted and quite happy for some reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments, and all makes me alive. Peace off. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Need some drugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ballqiszbelle the gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-4751837546219712261?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4751837546219712261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=4751837546219712261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4751837546219712261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4751837546219712261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-loathed-motorists.html' title='I Loathed the Motorists'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6252106437519509120</id><published>2009-11-28T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:20:02.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Define Clearly, perhaps Vividly.</title><content type='html'>Salaam 'Ala'ik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you now, babe. I am free from your mastery. I am just going to say thanks to your new peeps [???] and thanks for replacing my post. Hope you'll be happy with them and maybe happier than with me. Ha ha, I'm glad.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, last Wednesday I've been super nocturnal. Me and Aiman had decided to spend the night together with her boy friends. So, I grabbed the car's key and went out with them, from 1.00AM till 4.30AM. I was elated but some of the moments had been tarnished by a little bit of reminiscing by me and myself. I remembered the time I was in school and the memory of being into stressless life. That night was somehow like that. I knew that life would not always be a bed of roses. So, I must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone in my own house had made me grew. I am not like what you think. If you think I am evil by leaving my ex bestfriend, you're wrong. And to her, If you think I left you because of someone, you are also wrong. To me, I just want to be free, that's all. We are still friends and please remove the gap between new friends and old friends. Generally, if once named friends, new or old should not be mentioned. Hope you understand me, cos you've been with me all the time last semester. Peace off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH assignments. I need to finish them before Monday comes. By next week, I hope the negative charges will disappear. I just need peace. And, and Allah does love EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6252106437519509120?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6252106437519509120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6252106437519509120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6252106437519509120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6252106437519509120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-define-clearly-perhaps-vividly.html' title='To Define Clearly, perhaps Vividly.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-7299753105784760199</id><published>2009-11-22T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:34:00.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Self</title><content type='html'>Salaam 'Ala'ik,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The self&lt;/span&gt; will not always be perfect. Sometimes, it's a misery to be found. Perhaps, mystified by others. I should not blame others for what it means. I'm back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Self'&lt;/span&gt; version even the truth is there's a sea of people supporting me. I hate people because I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three days, I was shocked when someone told me, his friend hates me. Actually, I was not literally surprised, but it changed when I remembered the meaning of professionalism. He is not professional at all. I was pissed off, but yet it decreased when I compared the total of people hating him and me. Plus, he compared his blogging style with mine. Oh,  how sucks you are dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The self&lt;/span&gt; goes. Currently, I am working to get back mySelf from nature. One suitable word for me, I'm a claustrophobic. I hate being in surrounded places, with people of many behaviour. In short, I'm private. Now, you can judge me in your ways, you're free cos I am me and I will pay for my lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer staying in the hostel. I am frustrated with my final exam's results. I just planning ways to improve. Let me try by staying at home for the rest of the semester. If it is not working, I'm ready being in the hot soup. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The self&lt;/span&gt; might work here, but I miss hostel life. Madam Carol reminded me about being present, so that we can feel the world. I should be present now, and not living for the past or the future, I am doing my effort to live to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qiszbelle Quinne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-7299753105784760199?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7299753105784760199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=7299753105784760199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7299753105784760199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7299753105784760199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/self.html' title='The Self'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6142300777074475258</id><published>2009-11-15T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:44:59.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is the best CURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm home after the college registration.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stand the unsystematic admin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way better at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be super early tomorrow, tumpang Zetty to Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;Extra thanks to Syamel, and also Zetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'll board the bus to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Don't worry, I am super happy (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Semester, New Style, New Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qiszbelle Quinne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6142300777074475258?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6142300777074475258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6142300777074475258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6142300777074475258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6142300777074475258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-is-best-cure.html' title='Home is the best CURE'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-2783056747473462158</id><published>2009-11-08T22:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:31:11.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Rushed</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;A very great salute to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the title. I just wanna express my latest thoughts. I know I just failed to myself about writing a good impressive essay. I failed OK. Before things get worse, I shall give myself the second chance which everybody deserves. Ha ha, I borrowed a book from Atie just now, and hoped it will be finished in 2 weeks time cos Atie had promised to treat me if I could. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Oh Allah, grant me an ease in reading thick books, I wanna improve to the fullest. Aamin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SvbUgguD67I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_dXJ9M7oguA/s1600-h/DSC00008+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SvbUgguD67I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_dXJ9M7oguA/s320/DSC00008+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401738458081520562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we enter the title,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I shall say here, Baiti had driven me crazy this whole semester break! Seriously. She made me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always. Last Thursday, two days before the MUET exam, she phoned me and asked me a favour; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. Pretty awesome, I was just seconds from snoozing my alarm clock, it was 5 PM. With a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; voice again, she asked my to dress up hastily, and follow her. I refused at first but she's my BFF, how could I just let her go? Humanity&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in me, I agreed. In just five minutes after the call, she arrived and picked me with her Suzuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiti: Lambatnye siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ME: Lambat? Paling cepat la ni. Nak ke mana? Ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;u ngantuk ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiti: OK sila tidur je. Tapi kita nak ke Pahang ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ME: Ha? Genting ke? Ape hal dengan Khairul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiti: Bukan Khairul. Aku tertinggal IC la kat dia, nak pergi ambil la ni, nanti MUET camne kalau tak de IC. Please, kene &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ke sana ni sebelum malam. Esok aku ade hal, Sabtu dah MUET, ape pon, kene ambil gak sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME: ape la...bodoh sangat tinggal IC tu pesal. OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, mari keluarkan GPS sebelum sesat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiti: Ok search First World Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME: Hmmm [ with wrath. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SvbUcrYxmOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KAW1oWJLM5Y/s1600-h/DSC00007+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SvbUcrYxmOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KAW1oWJLM5Y/s320/DSC00007+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401738392225552610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SvbUXBcRs8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/WUPbgGB7ZFs/s1600-h/DSC00010+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SvbUXBcRs8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/WUPbgGB7ZFs/s320/DSC00010+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401738295066604482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We went off at 5.30 PM and arrived at Genting around 6.30PM and waited for Khairul to come. I was pissed off by them, I hate Khairul! Around 7.00PM we went back home and stopped at Giant to have our dinner. Since I didn't bring any penny, Baiti was forced to treat me Ayamas, she's broke now after her RM27 crawled to the cashier's account. Moral of the story;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do not bring any money with you if you were out with somebody so that s/he will anyhow treat you. Ha ha ha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SvbUoMQoHlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/z8ucnSqZsxQ/s1600-h/DSC00012+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SvbUoMQoHlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/z8ucnSqZsxQ/s320/DSC00012+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401738590028308050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but not so. OHhooO...I went to Atie's house just now. We dined Nasi Beriani and chatted like never before! I miss her!! We planned a lot for this coming semester, and yet still have the guts to be our true colours again after all the misery last semester. You know, I feel so alive now after seeing her, we are actually half, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H.A.L.F.&lt;/span&gt; I just can't wait for next sem and the coming Reunion of Medic '83. Hurmm, delicious. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK, that's the burst of mine, till we meet again, Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Still Gorgeous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; .ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-2783056747473462158?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2783056747473462158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=2783056747473462158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2783056747473462158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2783056747473462158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-rushed.html' title='We Rushed'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SvbUgguD67I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_dXJ9M7oguA/s72-c/DSC00008+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5224630955645031814</id><published>2009-11-04T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:03:46.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/249738045_134b702987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 236px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/249738045_134b702987.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, there's too many drafts in my inbox. I've drafted a lot to be posted here but I just couldn't finish them completely. So I just decided to go back to square one where here I am writing new entry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being invisible in this virtual world, so painful for me. I now realised that I could not feel my breath without my second world here. I am planning much for my tomorrows. Yes, I am empty but still I am not dumb or being pure ripple. I hate last semester in UiTM, seriously I meant it, for many reasons, the people of course, so does the surrounding. I loathed the underestimation on me and the people being smuggling over herself. And I bloody don't care about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'terasa'&lt;/span&gt; thingy anymore. I have my very own way, it is just invisible, I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal accessories. My new hard skills. Just doing it for my new hobby this semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Reading others blogs made me feel so minute in this world. I am so grateful to Allah for lending me Rasulullah's Patience and also this creative mind. I'm worth it. I'm worth it!! Being secretive is my so long characteristic for ages. I need it back. Tomorrow, I will struggle as much as I could to get my private life again, no one will distract me. This blog will only be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burst of my life, not entirely written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot! I also hate people being so,so.... I mean extremely...., outspoken. I think you hate it too, right? Vividly, being outspoken is not a crime, but the extreme part in it should be avoided if you do not want to be hated. Annoying. Change yourself like what I have done, recently. Surprise, you'll see me in my new way. I will guarantee you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after all, I have to give credits to these people, from UiTM for their ears, minds, and love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Aiman, Elly, Syafa, Syue, Syamel, Yana,  Eija, EzzaNabila, Biha, Debbie, Ernie, Adilah, Muiz, Bash, Nazim?? , Amir, Rao, Hairi, Ainur, Aliff, EzzahAlias etc. [ I can't remember others... ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom stuck in me, Mama is in Pulau Pangkor for three days. No one to chat to. No one to praise my creative product. I'm being famished all these days for having lack of food from Bibik. I need fast food but I could not! I should stop consuming them as I was too into my very new colleagues back in UiTM for teaching me having McD and KFC and Maggie...Oh my, what a mistake!! I should not worry, I will be heading to the Gym tomorrow, to meet Mr. Treadmill the handsome and also Mrs. Pool the gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh again. I think, having best mates or good friends&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [ except for Baiti ]&lt;/span&gt; was my biggest mistake. When there is no Baiti, I shall work for myself, not for others. Plus, Having companians is good but please not to trust people more than ourselves. Living virtually or invisibly or privately is the next 'My Way'. Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till we meet again in the next entry, ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5224630955645031814?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5224630955645031814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5224630955645031814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5224630955645031814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5224630955645031814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-way.html' title='My Way'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/249738045_134b702987_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-7093051348223270513</id><published>2009-10-27T22:43:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:07:17.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional Course 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SuchvUOuZVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/b0knCMmoq5o/s1600-h/DSC00003+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SuchvUOuZVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/b0knCMmoq5o/s320/DSC00003+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397319775194867026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam readers,&lt;br /&gt;Manis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ my cat in the pic ]&lt;/span&gt; said, Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's much of her jealousy staring at me typing in front of the lappy. She actually wants to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, as continuation, let us see some of the captured moments at my additional course.&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time with beneficial activities instead of badmouthing people or perhaps making people hate you more. I bloody do not care about people that is not important in my life. I have my one life, I love creativity!! Not just this, I'll attend one more course, Rattan Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let us see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SuchZGWznTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qHuLdL8eKjs/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SuchZGWznTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qHuLdL8eKjs/s320/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397319393513545010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Datin Julie with neighbouring group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucgxQOz9fI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xJwehvhmNEw/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucgxQOz9fI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xJwehvhmNEw/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397318708969600498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Group number 2's deco, with their theme of roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucgcuuAqqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/d5HtgPSwG1I/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucgcuuAqqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/d5HtgPSwG1I/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397318356376267426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ohho..my favourite deco! This is my group's deco, led by Auntie Gayah. I love our theme i.e Sea Creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucgUHY40rI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ddPUWJhlOGA/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucgUHY40rI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ddPUWJhlOGA/s320/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397318208379736754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Again, ours, with the treasure-la-konon by Auntie Intan&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucgG7ppMjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ISXJd_uHu7k/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucgG7ppMjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ISXJd_uHu7k/s320/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397317981890490930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is Puan Yana, our teacher for the whole course! She's only 28. She has a company of this accesories-making with her sister, Yani. They are so hardworking! My new inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; [ jubah sponsored by Atie, sorry babe kene pakai gak. ]&lt;/span&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/Sucf1TiiHmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/knF1wxBSKgo/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/Sucf1TiiHmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/knF1wxBSKgo/s320/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397317679065472610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Group 4's deco.&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucftK5WgtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/A1EDAoi4f5s/s1600-h/DSC00003+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucftK5WgtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/A1EDAoi4f5s/s320/DSC00003+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397317539306308306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;made by Puan Yana.&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucfhR36YMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QE6LmpegKds/s1600-h/DSC00052+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucfhR36YMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QE6LmpegKds/s320/DSC00052+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397317335020888258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My group members: Me, Auntie Mil, Auntie Nida, Auntie Intan and my fave, Auntie Gayah. Miss them as they treat me like their own children. ouhh! [ touching ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the winners of the Deco Prizes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucfX8MJmLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nIHuOrVQ270/s1600-h/DSC00007+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucfX8MJmLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nIHuOrVQ270/s320/DSC00007+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397317174581369010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grand Prize: Group 3!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ mana aci, ade bakul rotan.... :[ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucfN-twGQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XnCIaTqc48U/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucfN-twGQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XnCIaTqc48U/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397317003460483330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Prize: My Group, Alamanda Pearl. Yahoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/Suclrbn4l1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/96efkvEevZQ/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/Suclrbn4l1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/96efkvEevZQ/s320/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397324106506475346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3rd Prize: Group 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I did not regret attending this course though at first I felt shy about attending older people's occasion. Finally, I got the guts to build my confidence. There's something beneath this encounter, I am really thankful to Allah for the chance He gave to me, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am making phone chain for selling purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SucHp2y3uSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dXr19Aqqpos/s1600-h/DSC00003+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/3478093373612997914-7093051348223270513?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7093051348223270513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=7093051348223270513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7093051348223270513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7093051348223270513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/additional-course-2.html' title='Additional Course 2'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SuchvUOuZVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/b0knCMmoq5o/s72-c/DSC00003+%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8091576375105153846</id><published>2009-10-22T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:51:35.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional Course</title><content type='html'>Hello readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to Sri Siantan Sports Complex nearby my house to attend a course in making crystal accessories. I wouldn't let the golden opportunity to pass by just like that. I grabbed this favourable circumstances to attend that course with other single mothers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Oh actually this course is for single mothers or equivalent, but Ball will always ignore the truth as she wants what she wants, or stubborn perhaps? ]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed everything today. The entrepreneurship talk was awesome, I was driven by her! I want to make profits by my own interest. One day, InsyaAllah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I want to be a successful entrepreneur&lt;/span&gt;. Still in testimonial level. Oh, the people. Like I've mentioned, all of the participants were the elderly, around 40, 50 like that. I was the youngest but still I don't care because my personal intention is to learn new thing.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [ when attending older people occasion, they said I am young and always called me adik, but in a usual occasion, people used to call me Akak or even lecturer! OMG. I love older people occasion! ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This course is about four days starting from today till Sunday. I am really keen in participating it though at first I refused the offer by my mom. When I ran my thoughts to the long-term goal, I feel I will regret if I do not attend it as I think not everybody is given this chance, maybe the only chance I have to raise some funds for myself in the future. Personally, I'm an ardent jewellery fan, ask any of my bestfriends, that's one of my characteristics. I believe, all women cannot be separated with accessories, either the pure or just the tawdry one. I am very positive in taking advantage, money can come from this opportunity, and I already have the route to make my own profits, InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the elderly, Oh sucks man! How can I joke with them as I did with my new same-age friends? How can I chat with my normal dirty tone? Experience is there for me, I will learn something new this four days. One more interesting point here, at the end of the day, we will get an allowance of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; per day each, when multiply by four days, wah, it'll be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah readers, it is not that difficult to get money, just attend some course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ or just be single mothers!] &lt;/span&gt;and you'll get the treat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Actually, it is not much the matter of money, it is that the new technique and experience! ]&lt;/span&gt;. Some people who knows me better, they know that it is not easy for me to get money from my parents, though they can just throw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the drain, but they had taught me and other sibs to burden ourselves for extra income. Most of the time, I have to take Bibik's work in order to get extra money for outing and all that. Conclusively, by having extra knowledge, I will have extra income for myself! Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for reading, till we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3478093373612997914-8091576375105153846?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8091576375105153846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8091576375105153846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8091576375105153846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8091576375105153846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/additional-course.html' title='Additional Course'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1612467137901141011</id><published>2009-10-20T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:52:31.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Trip?? OMG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3Uw7kbrgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7keSKN-4qe4/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3Uw7kbrgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7keSKN-4qe4/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394701865749032450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I won't write much as tomorrow I have MUET exams. Have to sleep early for better thoughts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Last Weekend, just after I came back from Johor &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[there's a story from Johor after this post]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Baiti texted me like usual. Asking accompany out for her so-called lonely soul. I have no choice, I totally agree with her though I was out of sort after a long trip from JB the the day before. She asked me to dress up properly as we will be going to Damansara. So, like usual, she picked me up at my house around 2 PM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[eh atie fanatic gila kat ini korea group!]&lt;/span&gt;. All the way to Mutiara Damansara, she seemed so quiet and I also felt the same. We have problems, somehow, but we just act like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we planned nothing there. I asked her several times, what are we going to do, she gave me a terse reply then; dunno...&lt;br /&gt;So, I just follow her...We went to IKEA, The Curve etc. around there. Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: Weh, kau ni jalan je nak pergi mana ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiti: Entah la...kau ikut je la aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: Asyik ikut je, penat la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiti: Jom la makan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: Ada makanan ke kat sini? Bukan perabot je ke? [at IKEA]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiti: Apa la kau ni, mesti la ada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: Ikut kau la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We arrived at IKEA food court. There were sea of people trying to get their food too and as usual we have to queue up. I didn't mind at all. Here are some photos of the Food Trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3UjWEo3uI/AAAAAAAAAUw/l1ove2c4Vfg/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3UjWEo3uI/AAAAAAAAAUw/l1ove2c4Vfg/s320/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394701632345267938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THE BEST FOOD OF THE DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;IKEA meatballs, seriouly awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RM 5/ 5 pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RM 10/ 10 pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3UVd9gTnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FOY6uYyO4Yw/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3UVd9gTnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FOY6uYyO4Yw/s320/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394701393944661618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Spaghetti in Tomato Sauce [ kids meal? yes, Baiti used to have it! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;RM 3/ plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Chicken Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;RM 3.80/ 2 pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;RM 10/ 5 pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3UMU1blII/AAAAAAAAAUY/H3y_0tf_jac/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3UMU1blII/AAAAAAAAAUY/H3y_0tf_jac/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394701236876055682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Chicken Leg with potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;RM 9/ plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Baiti said tak sedap langsung, so don't buy! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3UFEO988I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cHlHezgtYn4/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3UFEO988I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cHlHezgtYn4/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394701112160678850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Baiti with her Food and Soft Drinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Soft Drinks: RM 1.50/ cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Can be refilled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3T_CT0fQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/b1M6brZybws/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3T_CT0fQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/b1M6brZybws/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394701008564944130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Cappuccino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RM 2/ cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can be refilled if needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that is all for today,&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for MUET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks For Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3478093373612997914-1612467137901141011?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1612467137901141011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1612467137901141011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1612467137901141011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1612467137901141011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-trip-omg.html' title='Food Trip?? OMG.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/St3Uw7kbrgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7keSKN-4qe4/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-7997654466507775252</id><published>2009-10-16T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:48:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Annoyed by Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything, have you read my previous post, about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music Story&lt;/span&gt;? If you have not, I begged you please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed? Yeah, I am really annoyed with my schedule Tomorrow &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Saturday Deepavali, October 17th, 2009]&lt;/span&gt;. I have to choose among four events to attend. First, Syamel's Open House. Then, Magnificent Meet Up. Next, High Tea with my Sis School. And last, my boyfriend's brother's wedding in JB [yes, my boyf, my long lost boyf since I was form 5, we met at the reunion, haha and yet, he's my paramour-to-be! ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my concious thought, I have to choose really hard among them four. At first, I have to let go the High Tea. Now, I have arrived to a definite decision, I need to forget Syamel's Open House and also Magnificent Meet Up. I decided to go to JB as if I am fair enough to let go the other three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very disappointed with myself right now. In this semester break, I have many things to do. For my whole life, this is the best academic break ever as I do not have assignments to do at all, inspite my schooling session before, loads or even tonnes of homeworks to be submitted with a threat of 10% and such. But though without ass [I mean assignments], I still have to mess my mind all over the meet up and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmph....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, words of apology need to be drawn. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To Syamel&lt;/span&gt;; Sorry gila dude, takpe cuti lama lagi kan, kita keluar la mana-mana ok. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Magnificent Members&lt;/span&gt;; ahhh wardah! Aku tak dapat elak ini semua. Kerna Terpaksa aku melangkah pergi [ gaya Fransisca Peter]. Nanti kita jumpa kat Kenduri rumah Afiqah yea. Hariz dgn Amar pulak, kita jumpa nanti. Bila ada jodoh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my sis&lt;/span&gt;; Kau nak sangat kan aku tak pergi, hamek kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, in life there are choices to be chose. We need to choose, decide, adjudicate, clinch, resolve, select or even demolish all plans. Now, I have decided to go to JB, and my brain is almost shrinking due to this conflict. Enough. [ pergi pack barang cepat, kejap lagi nak bertolak dah ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember, We Cannot Please Everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Au Revoir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-7997654466507775252?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7997654466507775252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=7997654466507775252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7997654466507775252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7997654466507775252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-annoyed-by-schedule.html' title='Really Annoyed by Tomorrow.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-356898378689243181</id><published>2009-10-15T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:38:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.georgeszirtes.co.uk/dynamic/GCWedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.georgeszirtes.co.uk/dynamic/GCWedding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Ballqiszbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the night of December 3rd, 2007. I was all alone in the moonlight. Loneliness swept over me. The cold night blew its poignant, blusterous wind. I did not mind about the dreadful weather. I craned my ponderous head outside the window and searched for the brightest star in the universe. I failed. They scattered all over the night sky. But I saw something, the moon - she was smiling. I hastily drew my head inside and shut the window, with the drapes drawn. I had nothing to do. I reclined my body on my linen duvet while I recalled a life, a humdrum life which had changed into a blissful one then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes were glued on the ceiling of my cosy bedroom, I featured a figure in my creative head. It was a maternal figure, who drew her last breath 12 years ago since I was a kindergarten kid. She possessed blonde hair, lay back in curls from her delicate ears, her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin were as smooth as mine, even in her apron, she was like springtime came alive. She was my beloved mommy, dearly missed, departed yet unforgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after the period of bereavement for mommy, daddy was like a drowning man. He loved mommy all his heart. I knew about it, for sure. He was always serious on every matter in our mansion. Daddy was an army before and each rules and regulations in our mansion should be similar to the army law. For instance, we needed to line up straight before going to bed and of course in a marching  manner. On time surely again. We were treated like prisoners of an unglad heart - my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long after that castigated routine, daddy hired an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;au pair&lt;/span&gt; or in English, a maid, from a church. We dubbed her Maurelle, a young French Woman. Maurelle was an orphan since she was a baby. She was sent to the church instead of an orphanage. I greeted her, I meant saluted. Yes, I saluted her as usual I did in my army manner to visitors. Then, she was asked to locate her belongings in a quaint room downstairs. I knew she must be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her new room, stamped with rules all over the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daily chores was as same as mommy had had last time - preparing breakfast, doing the laundry and to name a few. I knew she would feel the agony, even for one dreadful day. It showed when I coincidently saw her crying her heart out all alone by the flowing river. I approached her. With love, she suddenly hugged me tightly and told me her feelings. I calmed her down and tears started welling in my eyes as she reminded me of my mommy. Plus, I always had a bee in myh bonnet about my mom's attitude, so I was really drenched by my hope that she would be my dear mommy, but it would never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, she taught me music together with my sisters. We started playing piano. Maurelle was a professional pianist, who always tuned the notes in the church. Luckily, the piano we owned was still in good condition. It had not been touched almost for decades, since my grandparents died. She taught me numerous songs and I really loved it. Everyday, when my father had gone to work, I would quietly open the heavy piano cover and started dancing my fingers on it. I perpetually played my favourite song entitled 'The Sound of Music'. I played with my heart, my wholehearted innervation seized me in my own piano world, until one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, my father was actually off duty. I thought he had gone to work but I was totally wrong. As usual, I tuned the melodious songs. Much to my surprise, my father was just before me, with hands akimbo. I turned my head to daddy, I uttered a silent prayer, I was in hot soup then. Daddy started shouting as loudly as an army officer did, just to end the sound of the piano. Out of the blue, Maurelle landed her hands on dad's broad shoulder. I did not know what was happening because at that moment dad lifted Maurelle and kissed her passionately. I was puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, about a fortnight after that, the wedding of daddy and Maurelle hitted the jackpot. Daddy was actually in love with Maurelle since he accidentally heard Maurelle tuned his favourite song with mommy - The Edelweiss. And nobody knew basically dad was a music lover before and that was the real reason why the old piano existed in our mansion. Once, we saw dad playing the piano, we turned away and laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- THE END -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* This story was written by me during the 2008 MARA SPM pre-trial exams. I was rated a C-34/50 before I editted like the above. After editting, I surely have gotten higher, a B-42/50. Thanks Teacher Nonie!! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-356898378689243181?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/356898378689243181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=356898378689243181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/356898378689243181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/356898378689243181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-story.html' title='The Music Story.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8518784122780963251</id><published>2009-10-13T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:03:36.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream is a wish your heart makes...</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonjour et salut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Dreams. When you wish for something to happen, you will somehow list it or just keep silent. For me, if I wish for things to happen, I will always save them deeply in my soul, but sometimes when slipping accidentally happens, I just throw it out by mouth. I have a dream, a dream that everybody owns too and I am very sure that my dream will always come true, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I need catalyst for my mood to shine and that will always be the music! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt;, I love evergreen songs unlike the latest one. I love P.Ramlee's evergreen, Disney Soundtracks, etc. For now, I repeatedly played Disney Songs. I love their significant lyrics that would bring me into a more &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life I have ever had. I wish someday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I will be a reknown lyricist besides&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a successful journalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I would like to contribute, though a little to the world of music as I was born with music in my life. I mean real music, I am an amateur pianist before and all of my family members except for my mum can play well in music. My dad; he's the one I inherited the most in music, he makes me love singing and also tuning the notes on the black and white wooden gigantic counter. He also makes me love following people's voice and joining karaoke session. Umm, just bring me the mic, and I'll sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you fast asleep, in dreams you will loose your heartaches, have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbows will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always hold that. Oh, just now, I was having a great fun with my one and only sidekick a.k.a crony a.k.a playmate a.k.a sis, at Selayang Mall, our main venue for excitement. We had our bowling tournament as well as Karaoke Practice. Though it was just for 3 hours, but we enjoyed our moments there as no one had disturbed our joyful time again. I need to buy that shoes, maybe this Saturday I'll own it! Back to her house, I had to accompany her again to the Mamak's Stall nearby to have our dinner, fried noodle as usual.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[kami memang suka makan kat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;situ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;tmpat date kami yang terunggul!! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About the dream, that everbody owns. Yeah for sure it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;h-a-p-p-i-n-e-s-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I know, everyone seeks for happiness and that is why God created sadness. For me, with all the sad time we had had, the happiness will creep in slowly into our lives. Yes, I need pure happiness now and I think it has appeared, languidly in me now. Alhamdulillah, and I'll wait for the rest to slide in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, remember,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;every cloud has its silver lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so do you and I. Just wait and wait and wait patiently untill the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creme de la creme&lt;/span&gt; approaches and finally be yours. Don't ever blame ourselves for the worst, again remember, the silver part is yet to come across. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading, till we meet again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mercie Boku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je t'aime, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-8518784122780963251?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8518784122780963251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8518784122780963251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8518784122780963251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8518784122780963251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes.html' title='A dream is a wish your heart makes...'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-6899005857640143283</id><published>2009-10-10T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:00:39.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Excitement begins...</title><content type='html'>Salaam 'alaik,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi peeps,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was feeling totally elated by myself. Not from other people's action but mine. I think, I have satisfied myself by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;doing things clearly and wholeheartedly&lt;/span&gt; as told by Syamel. I was in the kitchen, wrapping popia, cooking curry mee and chatting with bibik all the time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement is really important to me as it makes me alive again. I just came back from Baiti's. I guess she and I cannot be separated though, we are always together even from a distance. Frankly, she's a quarter of my heart. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ half for my family, another last quarter for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hubby ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I was in her house just now, she teased me in front of her brother and her brother's fiancee that I have a heart for him, and her brother just smile like saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;eh-dia-salam-bakal-madu-dia&lt;/span&gt; the time I shook hand with his faincee. Arghh Baiti.....!!! Thankfully, I managed to act professionally by just being silent. We ate a lot at her sister's house nearby where she ordered 100 pieces of popiah from my mum. Later, we chat about our holiday's plans and set!! I just feel the excitement has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What excitement really is to me? Yeah, why not as I was once a cheerful girl&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I do need myself back. Those people had stolen my joyful life, and they just don't admit it. Till I met my excitement last week, I won't let it go again, just because of a little black hole. I promise that I'll hold the excitement tightly strongly till the day I die. My excitement is just enough with sincere trust. Without honesty, any excitement is not excitement anymore for me. I just need time to recover, and here I am back into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I've changed my holiday list due to some technical error. Let us see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Karaoke with Baiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Decorate room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Driving Manual Car to Taman Melati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Gym + Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Make-over myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Bowling tournament with Baiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Watch 3 movies in a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Do Charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Wake up early everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Make online profits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Organize reading materials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Having new online pals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Download Anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope those listed will be fulfilled totally in this Semester Break. Then, I'll focus on my study without repeating my previous mistakes. I'll fight for the best, and now, I have to enjoy my hols....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till we meet again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lots of love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-6899005857640143283?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6899005857640143283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=6899005857640143283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6899005857640143283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/6899005857640143283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/excitement-begins.html' title='The Excitement begins...'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5501316594437151567</id><published>2009-10-09T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:58:34.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Go On, Without Them</title><content type='html'>Salaam 'Alaik,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Peeps, it's been a week I haven't posted anything here. My Internet connection was damaged and my hero has came back to fix it, yes he is my only hero in computer&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( lukhman hakim ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condition now is much more better than the one three weeks ago. I met &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'them'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but not really into them due to my previous mistakes. Somehow, they had made me feel alive again, and if someone or a group of people want to badmouth me or hurt his heart because of this post, I bloody don't care and just do it. You know what, I can't please everybody, I'm a normal human being too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went back to Shah Alam for clearance as my brother picked me up around 11PM the night before, so I don't have the clearance form and that was why I have to come again to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kolej Mawar.&lt;/span&gt; At first, I've planned to go there by bus and then headed to the Gym, but then Syamel texted me, offering me his Myvi ride. Okay then, we went to Shah Alam by his new Myvi. Along the way, we chattered like never before. Of course I am the one who talks a lot but Syamel did it the same too. Ha ha, so funny. At the moment I arrived, I quickly ran to my room to get the doortag and Syue. Surprisingly, the clearance required the Activity Card and the Outing Card which I forgot to bring. By hook or by crook, I have to pay a RM10 at Menara&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jauh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;taw, nasib baik ada kereta Syamel...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I asked Syue to follow, and Syamel will make his clearance at Kenanga too, so one way la. Ding ding ding, we sent Syue back to Mawar. At the same time, we encountered Shark, Syamel's classmate, and we decided to have lunch together at Seksyen 7. Then, Syue texted me, telling me that her phone, iPod and iron &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;was stolen&lt;/span&gt; the time she accompanied me to Menara. I was like !@##&amp;amp;$*(#$r!!! Bodoh punya Mawar, selalu hilangkan barang kami, I just lost my headphone and Nokia Charger together with my pail. WTFish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I must go on without them. I really meant that. For now, I have to discover my walks alone, without any disturbance from anyone. I am sick of being hipocratic, I need myself back. Yesterday, after being lectured by Syamel, the whole journey back home, I realise something. I realise that I must do things clearly and wholeheartedly. I should not think that all people are the same as me. And I must go on no matter what people do to me. Thanks Syamel, for the reminder which I have long forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one-month break, what should I do? I've planned a lot but I believe that I could just finish half of it, let us see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation to Sarawak&lt;br /&gt;- Gym + Swimming&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping&lt;br /&gt;- Genting trip with Baiti&lt;br /&gt;- The Reunion with the Datins&lt;br /&gt;- Organize Photo Album&lt;br /&gt;- Decorate Room&lt;br /&gt;- Make-over myself&lt;br /&gt;- Organize reading materials&lt;br /&gt;- Having new pals&lt;br /&gt;- Make online profits&lt;br /&gt;- Do Charity&lt;br /&gt;- Driving Manual car to Taman Melati&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo Negara Trip with Baiti&lt;br /&gt;- Watch at least 5 Movies in a month?? naa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm, I think that's a long list to be done in one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some people wants to know about Law papers. Oh, I am representing the whole pre-Lawrians that the Final Exam was damn hard. Seriously hard. I needn't have to describe them, they were totally out of mind! Just pray for 3.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll pen-off and till we meet again. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5501316594437151567?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5501316594437151567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5501316594437151567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5501316594437151567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5501316594437151567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-must-go-on-without-them.html' title='I Must Go On, Without Them'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-4464744462994661002</id><published>2009-10-02T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:42:36.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Peeps during exams? (=</title><content type='html'>Salaam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Home right now, but just for 3 days due to another two papers next week, and I'm free from the college!! All this while, We are too freaking stress and extremely out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Final. The papers were very hard that we have the thoughts of repeating the papers. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;About my new peeps, OH they are so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing: Syamel and Alif. Syamel is actually Syue's classmates and Aliff, we don't know. Ha ha ha ha. At first, I was feeling nervous to be fetched by them as they are really unknown. Last Tuesday, I hitch a ride on Syamel's Myvi to Dewan Seksyen 7 for the Final Exam. Oh the car was so new that I feel happy inside. Everyday, me and Syue will feel indebted to them and until now, we don't know how to pay it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, after three days of acquaintance with them, actually they didn't live at Kenanga since 3 months ago. Homigod! My Jealousy part has came out, entirely. I asked them plethora of questions regarding that. Finally, much to my surprise, they live just a stone's throw from my house, at Taman Melati and Sri Gombak, and I at Nakhoda Selayang. Isn't that beautiful?? [ ahhh~ ] Without further thought, I pleaded for the transport home. I don't know whether they are really on or what but I am really indebted to them for I am home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on a new car ride is a good experience. Why not? A lot of new things were discovered. We hit a car, we scratched neighbouring car while reversing, we lost finding route and so on. What a journey with them. [I am V sure if syamel and alif read this, they'll kill me!] But the good part, I love people who is nice to me. Be nice, and I'll love you! You know what, because of them, I've planned to live outside too and because of them too, I have the bravery of driving manual car just now. [Oh I drove to my mum's school just now! =D] la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, I have to revise MTC016 and MTC038. Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-4464744462994661002?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4464744462994661002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=4464744462994661002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4464744462994661002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/4464744462994661002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-peeps-during-exams.html' title='New Peeps during exams? (='/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1671279104214036300</id><published>2009-09-28T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:02:03.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, for a fortnight only.</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fortnight to go. Just stay focus to your final exam. I'll be back for you. Just for you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry too much. Remember, Allah is always with you.Have faith in your dream. Keep your dreams come true. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the wish that you dream will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in myself, that I can really perform in this exam. At least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.00&lt;/span&gt;. I will make it possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make it Happen, puh-leez~&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promoting my second blog with collaboration of Deeb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://speakingkampung.blogspot.com/"&gt;"speaking as kampung"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on visit, for English lesson and more. You'll never regret.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[pick up line la konon]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1671279104214036300?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1671279104214036300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1671279104214036300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1671279104214036300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1671279104214036300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/please-for-fortnight-only.html' title='Please, for a fortnight only.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1077754476401529494</id><published>2009-09-26T04:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:38:39.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great, but still...empty.</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've decided to post a little entry, I'm so pissed off with myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's 4.50 in the morning, I woke up just now and took a dawn bath. I usually don't do that but surprisingly, I did today. I was feeling empty since last night. But, who cares? I followed my heart, alone and alone until I can't resist it anymore and I began my thoughts, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went beraya after 2 days of rest. We started our journey at 4 PM and ended at 11PM. First time for this Eid, we went Raya until night. Today, I'll be heading back to Shah Alam. I've prepared for the worst to come. I don't want to plan much, I just plan little. The utmost now is, struggle. Total duit raya: RM 165. That's much, but really don't compare mine with yours cos for me, that's enough as I have never reached amount of RM 150 since many years ago. Hehe.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; *why money?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I felt good yesterday until an extent where I was feeling dejected and really pissed off. Again, it's about my journey to Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...!! It's only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shah Alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, dude! What if I say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perlis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Then, I deserve the jerk! People, this is my life. I'm used to it and they just can't suit me. I seem negative, but one day you'll know the truth. I have collected my bravery, I remain silent until now. I'll do what you want me to do. I mean everything you want. You want me to be quiet, I will. You want me to slim down my waist, I will. You want me to succeed, Of course I will. You want me to ...I still will. But whatever I do, I am still viewed negatively. So, the best cure, stay stick to my trueself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sustain and be patient for this fortnight of examination. Then, I'll entertain myself with outings. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more best friend except my books and my Deeb and my Wardah and my Baiti and my Ezzah and my Manis and my MamaAbah and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Forever, I'll stick to my mind, no more strangers, I am not ready for that yet. Give me time to heal up. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Yesterday, when my cousin Intan held my hand, why I felt like I've long the feeling that I don't know what feeling??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So, yes to what &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We don't do great things, we only do small things with great love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never demand for more after this. I've learnt how to be thankful. So, Be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my other blog with Deeb:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://speakingkampung.blogspot.com/"&gt;"speaking as kampung"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, visit. Not much la for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, Ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1077754476401529494?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1077754476401529494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1077754476401529494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1077754476401529494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1077754476401529494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-but-still.html' title='Great, but still...empty.'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1812982676918597603</id><published>2009-09-24T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:29:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenapa sedih?</title><content type='html'>Salaam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni saya rasa nak tulis dalam BM. Jangan kata ape2 pasal tatabahasa ataupon ejaan ataupon struktur ayat saya. Saya rasa takde mood nak mengarang tapi, bila sedih je blog ini la mangsanya. Marilah, saya zahirkan benak di dada, tp jangan rasa simpati, nanti saya rasa terharu. Mungkin saya saja yang bajet ade org nk simpati. Harhar, teringat kat deeb pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maaf, saya rasa sedih sekarang. Tapi, sebenarnya rasa macam nak memberontak kat diri sendiri. Rasa nak sakitkan diri sendiri, maksud saya, sakitkan perasaan sebab dah penat jaga, dari dulu lagi. Marilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas final exam, saya ingat cuti sampai bulan disember. Saya rasa gembira pada mulanya tapi bila tadi saya call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ezzah&lt;/span&gt;, beliau kata mula sem balik pada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;16 Nov&lt;/span&gt;. Pffts. Saya dgn tidak sengaja telah mengeluarkan titisan emas dari mata, sebak menyelubungi dada. Mungkin ade yang pelik, kenapa ball nak sedih psl bukak sem. Sebab, mama dah kata nk bawak satu family jalan2 kat langkawi cuti sekolah ni. Cuti sekolah adalah pada 20 Nov. Apa saya nak kata lagi? Takkan nk mintak MC dari abah lagi utk 4 hari cuti? Tak malu ke? Memang la boleh, tp rasa berdosa sbb selalu je saya mintak MC utk ponteng kelas. Sudah, saya dah bertaubat dari MC. Habis tu? Sebak lagi sbb dah lama tak outing jauh2 dgn family. Selalu dorang sebok je, keje kan. Bila dah booking vacation ni, saya pulak yang tak cuti. Saya geram. Dah la raya tak macam raya. Oh raya, nak cerita sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya punya Raya x macam kamu semua. Sejak lahir, mane ade balik kampung yang macam &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terengganu la, Perak la, Johor la&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry sikit. Kampung saya dekat Keramat je, and kat sebelah rumah. Itu dulu la, masa Arwah atuk nenek ade lagi. Sekarang bila mereka takde, makcik pakcik semua pon takde berkumpul pun. Semua pun macam strangers. Cuma ade la Mak Usu, Orang yang saya rapat jugak. Anak2 dia pun saya rasa macam adek beradek saya je, takde malu2. Tapi bila yang lain datang beraya, rasa asing, nak tengok muka pun takut padahal masa kecik2 dulu main nyorok2 sama. Tu la, raya saya ni, bernasib baik sikit la drpada pakcik yang tepi jalan tu sbb dia lagi la takde tmpat berteduh. Hmm...Dah hampir 5 tahun raya saya begini. Terima je la. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Saya mungkin kene sabar sikit la utk rasa Raya yang best abb kakak saya nk kawin dah. Nanti mesti abg saya pulak, pastu saya pastu adek saya. Then semua dah beripar duai, ade anak and anak buah. Mama ngan Abah jadi Atuk ngn nenek. Pastu semua bila raya Nak balik kampung ngan anak2.. Wah..tak sabar pulak. Tapi yang pasti, kami semua akan balik kampung nakhoda, selangor. TAkde la sesak kan. Harhar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Mama kene tambah tempat letak kereta lagi sebab cucu menantu semua nk balik berhari raya. Bila la tu, mungkin 10, 11 tahun lagi ke. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe la, tak dapat pergi&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; langkawi,&lt;/span&gt; aku pergi genting je la. Sape nak ikut. Tak nak ikut pun tak pe, sebab saya tahu semua berkira kalau dgn saya, saya tak kisah sebab saya dah bersedia utk rejection. Pergi sorang2 pun best ape, boleh kawan dgn monyet. Hehe. Saya rasa, Saya patut hidup seorang la, I mean depend on myself, tak perlu harap orang lain utk bersama sebab bila saya harap kat orang, orang tu pulak sakitkan hati saya, saya akan rasa down gila. So, paling terbaik, ikut haluan dan kata hati sendiri, in other word, be in one full self. Kalau ade yang nak ikut, sila la, pada maybe 13Oktober la. Tarikh tak pasti, saya cuma merancang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, sebab saya rasa macam panjang je saya tulis. Padahal baru 15 minit menaip. Nampak sangat memang tak boleh tahan benak ni. Tapi bnyk lagi nak cerita. Cuma, kita perlu masa yang lain sebab sekarang nak tenangkan hati dulu. Muiz kata, emotional tak elok sebab dia akan butakan otak kita. Kan? Saya ikut kata beliau la sbb saya percaya kat beliau. Maaf semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Semoga berjumpa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lupa study untuk Final Exam yea Asasi-ians. Salam sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Si penulis terhebat, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-1812982676918597603?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1812982676918597603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1812982676918597603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1812982676918597603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1812982676918597603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/kenapa-sedih.html' title='kenapa sedih?'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-2814007322270242446</id><published>2009-09-22T08:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:38:09.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, no...It's Raya-lah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/9553/raya2323yv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 238px;" src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/9553/raya2323yv3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third day of Eid. I feel nothing of the joy. No, not typically nothing but the really deep joy in my soul. But before anything, I enjoy my Eid in my very own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the Takbir through my room as the Mosque is just a stone's throw from my villa. I just couldn't open my eyes as I thought I was dreaming of that echo. My father entered my room and said calmly; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nak bangun ke tak nak ni? Raya la..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and then he headed to other sibs' room to utter the same line. I opened my eyes and craned my drowsed head out the window, I saw throngs of people with Baju Melayu walking towards the opened gate - the Mosque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's raya. I went downstairs and saw my eldest brother and my father were dressed up. I just sat at the living room and watched outside, feelinglessly. I dressed up in a second and we all went to the cemetary. After the cemetary visit, no more raya outing until last night, we went to Mak Usu's house in Kepong. That's it, that's my raya.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kejap lagi nak pergi rumah Atuk Sedara pula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday! My father cried beside his mother's grave. I saw him, I felt what he felt, I acted cool. Then I began my thoughts. I will someday be in his situation and I should prepare for it, but please not now. I love my parents and other sibs too, but not outside. You know what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got only two Raya card this Eid. One from Ezzah and one from Wardah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;( rasa special x aku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letak nama? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I replied 18 to 18 of my lucky friends. From SMS, sure uncountable. Many many many raya poem, wishes and all that made my fingers dancing on the pad. Ahh, this is Raya too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah. I should pen-off now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;( Currently listening to mix.fm, 4U2C bergema takbir )&lt;/span&gt;. Hope this raya will make me discover the silver lining in this dark clouds. Final exam, wish me luck, I'm struggling really smart. Harhar, tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the peaceful Ramadhan leaving us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syawal comes with bliss and bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I have done wrong to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope this Eid will make them flow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Raya peeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People make mistakes and that is why they put erasers at the end of the pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the beautiful, ballqiszbelle :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-2814007322270242446?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2814007322270242446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=2814007322270242446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2814007322270242446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2814007322270242446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-noits-raya-lah.html' title='No, no...It&apos;s Raya-lah!'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-2988933058694020111</id><published>2009-09-16T12:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:54:23.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya or Final??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBrJ9hK0FI/AAAAAAAAASw/dyg_urOu8_U/s1600-h/Picture0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBrJ9hK0FI/AAAAAAAAASw/dyg_urOu8_U/s320/Picture0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381919373584420946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Struggling for the final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBq_ze9N_I/AAAAAAAAASo/6ek1sbmIW58/s1600-h/Picture0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBq_ze9N_I/AAAAAAAAASo/6ek1sbmIW58/s320/Picture0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381919199092094962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;or is this more important??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBq27OJoaI/AAAAAAAAASg/386m6T1933Y/s1600-h/Picture0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBq27OJoaI/AAAAAAAAASg/386m6T1933Y/s320/Picture0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381919046550266274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;confused...love ms dolphin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBqtmycyTI/AAAAAAAAASY/NYFTxLJvg70/s1600-h/Picture0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBqtmycyTI/AAAAAAAAASY/NYFTxLJvg70/s320/Picture0140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381918886446549298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stretching at 3AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBqk4JcViI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SNyL0uLYf20/s1600-h/Picture0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBqk4JcViI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SNyL0uLYf20/s320/Picture0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381918736487568930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoi manis! Sedap kau tidur yea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to face it again. The stress of managing relaxation and studying time. The problem is, it will be Raya and so does the Final Exam. How can I make a boundary of enjoyment and stressing on the papers; I mean Law papers? I think I just need calm and  more entertainment rather than listening to the music. Let say, MOVIE!Oh yes, I'll go to KLCC this Friday with my ex-cubemates in Beseri...Yahoooo...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;( kenapa mcm x matang je post ni?? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Ainul for accompanying me through YM and to Atie too, teaching me using MSN. FYI, I am the real sucker in IT, so don't drink coffee over that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Final, Oh shoot! I will make sure that this Exam is the best exam happens in my life as I have target 3.55 as the beginning of University life. And with that so, I want to redeem my Olympus HandyCam. By getting that much, I am not very sure whether I can change my family's view on me or not that I am not a jerk in Law Studies. I'll struggle now and see what Allah want to test me again. I hope it will be a good outcome as all this while I encountered misery and misery and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Let's refresh and continue working wholeheartedly till the End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading! Till we meet again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Gorgeous, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-2988933058694020111?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2988933058694020111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=2988933058694020111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2988933058694020111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2988933058694020111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-or-final.html' title='Raya or Final??'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/SrBrJ9hK0FI/AAAAAAAAASw/dyg_urOu8_U/s72-c/Picture0142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-705881163231269644</id><published>2009-09-14T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:32:06.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no driver today...</title><content type='html'>Salaam readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh! Again, I travel all alone, around my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my feet were really killing me! Extremely killing me. I went back to UiTM to get my computer literacy CD which I forgot to take it from Eijasygs. I woke up not so early, at 9.30AM and headed to Putra Lrt at 10AM. The whole journey back to Shah Alam was the perfect time for me to self introspect myself. About everything. Ahh I shouldn't reveal it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As reminder to beginners, just don't put too much trust into strangers. Let say in my class, I have counted too  much on my classmates till one day, I was betrayed. Not of my fault, it was a misunderstanding. Plus, satisfying others just doesn't help much in relationship, instead, let it flows normally until both parties realize that they need each other as a set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Forgiveness is better than revenge, work is more enjoyable than freetime, satisfaction of enough money is greater than asking for much money and health is better than fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Smile is the key of happiness, love is its door, pleasure is its garden,  faith is its light and safety is its wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, I always wish for a better life ahead. Maybe this life is not the happiest life. Being extra patient is my task right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the CD from Syafa, Eijasygs' roomate, I headed back to KTM Padang Jawa. I went to Mid Valley to accompany Deeb ( my love..) buying kasut raya! So tired that we entered almost all the shoe stores there. Rambang Mata. Harharhar. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Deeb taught me to laugh in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spelling again *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then we ended at Vincci, where finally she bought a pair of shoes there. Then, wihtout futher thought, I was forced by my sis to leave her ASAP. Sorry deeb, Rumah jauh la. Then my sis fetch me, at last after one whole day wandering with the cab and trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel alive again after 3 days, I slept like baby. Tomorrow, I'll head to the Mall to buy my Baju Kurung. Then I should go to the library to study for the final exam this Raya. Hope I'll perform my best this Sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha! How can I forget? Eija, Happy 18th Birthday! I mean belated birthday...Hope you'll cherish the whole year through. I love you babe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading. Till we meet again. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-705881163231269644?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/705881163231269644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=705881163231269644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/705881163231269644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/705881163231269644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-no-driver-today.html' title='I have no driver today...'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-7123922163409831386</id><published>2009-09-12T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:22:25.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tradeindia.com/fp/0/172/646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 357px;" src="http://img.tradeindia.com/fp/0/172/646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaar...Ezzah, did you remember the above drugs? Wahahar still in my mind. The previous 2 weeks were the silent killer of thoughts. Completing assignments with lots of sweet and bad times. Yet, the carved and etched were undemolishable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm a day off. Doing things uncontrollably. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zombie Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were still in mind where there were no comfort nights at all for me and a few of my friends, here in UiTM. We sacrifised a lot of our sleeping time, or in fact all of them. At the end, our computer assigment almost being rejected by our professor, just because no CD hard cover. pfttt. Plus, the 012 presentation was a jerk for me, the worst ever! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I've learnt something new about assignments and college life*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of Semester 01, the very first time I went to class without bathing. I had speaking test with Madam Carol together with Amir, Ernie and Hanis. The session was the worst speaking test ever as I had a flu that day. I got 11/15 where usually it was 13/15. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grivance, to leave the 'nightmares' in UiTM. I opened my mind for a while, and yet those experiences of being loved and being hated has developed me into a person now. I should beware of strangers and stay stick to myself. Wahahar. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*deeb taught me to laugh in a different spelling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last breakfast in UiTM, was at Amir's Opah's House at Seksyen 19 Shah Alam. I went there together with Ernie, Amira, Muiz, Farid, Hafizin, and a guy. The encounter with his opah had made me reminisced the time I was with my Arwah Nenek. The care given was infinity. Seriously, I miss my Nenek. Also the curry, I mean my Nenek's curry. Ernie, loves to eat the curry, and so do I. Well, Amir had made my last day since the morning. What to say? Thanks a million...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Caffeine. Now, I am drinking Cincau Bandung. Wah, but I still can't forget my drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till We Meet Again, Au Revoir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Raya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, balqis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3478093373612997914-7123922163409831386?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7123922163409831386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=7123922163409831386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7123922163409831386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7123922163409831386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more-caffeine.html' title='No More Caffeine'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5650392262820162425</id><published>2009-09-09T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:23:00.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>Salaam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory, that was created, really dissolved in me. Ahaha, I appreciate everything that comes in my life, every single thing: the bad and the good. Thanks for the momories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very best friend in the world, had told me some of the guidance to be happy. These are some that I want to share with all of you...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Loneliness is better than bad companion and vicey versa, isolation is a worship and deep thinking is a way of obeying God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Isolation is the kingdom of thoughts, too much mix with people is foolishness, too much trust in people is stupidity and being their enemy is pessimism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- It is better not to expect much happiness than what you have in order not to lose what already exists between your hands and also not to wait catastrophes in order not to rush for pain and sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Your house is the most suitable place for the comfort of your soul and mind without exaggeration, so if you are not happy within your home you will not be happy any place else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Once you see an atheist, thank God for your Islam. Once you see a corrupt, thank God for your fear of Him. Once you see and ignorant, thank God for your knowledge. Once you see a patient, thank God for your health. Be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pen-off now. I'll continue the words of wisdom later. Till we meet again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5650392262820162425?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5650392262820162425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5650392262820162425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5650392262820162425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5650392262820162425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5114936117484712359</id><published>2009-09-05T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:47:31.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Fever</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of zombies? I am now in the zombie mode, with my one and only trusted zombie friend, Ezzah. Ahhh, when will this fever end? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*it will end soon my dear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other reasons for being that so, it's all about assignments. Loads of them. I mean extreme loads. No, no. It is really too much. We zombies need rest too. Well, it's fated. So, live it to the fullest la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should list all the assignments, the DONEs and TO-DOs:&lt;br /&gt;- MTC 012 presentation +  written assignments&lt;br /&gt;- Test 038 legal research&lt;br /&gt;- vocab book&lt;br /&gt;- journal&lt;br /&gt;- library research&lt;br /&gt;- test 016&lt;br /&gt;- bel 313 exercise&lt;br /&gt;- bel 260 test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, seems like little, but...you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's move on to the zombie's activities. We did a lot and will do it again next week. We promise to be super zombie. We stayed up at bilik TV and spent the precious time together. Though the time was full of stress but it was V sentimental. The experience there, just the two of us, really changed my conception of befriending people. I don't need to expect much from friends unless they the one who are mutual with me. Thanks Ezzah for being with me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Fuh! The Zombie session was V great. No words can describe it unless you experience it! Ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I met my beloved Seniors yesterday at midvalley. My Kak Iwa, Kak laila,kak mira, kak umi, kak nadzrah and much of the 22nd batch. Ahh feeling like heaven breakfasting together after almost 2 years being separated. I'll post their gorgeous faces later here yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went out again to klcc. With Ezzah, at Nando's. So exhausted till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rao and Ainul, thanks sharing the table. And about the info, thanks again. Actually, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;both of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;them are like asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They don't really appreciate us but in fact we the one who helped them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezza Nabila, you seems happy in your blog. You know, I am extremely jealous. Ahh Amir!! 'o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muiz, what a great hello with your fingers. Me and ezzah were V shock with that. Never thought of encountering you there. Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Raya mode! My house is in the raya mode. The smell of kuih raya really trigger me to celebrate raya tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh kakak ku si pembuat kuih raya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments? wait la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go. Whahahaaaa...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zombie&lt;/span&gt; night again.&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Protect our dignity, now and always....( I do! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;br /&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/3478093373612997914-5114936117484712359?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5114936117484712359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5114936117484712359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5114936117484712359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5114936117484712359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/zombie-fever.html' title='Zombie Fever'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-7561341213274350238</id><published>2009-08-31T02:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:11:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The happiness comes slowly in me....</title><content type='html'>Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics la babes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiness has come. But it came slowly, creeping in my life. So slow that I couldn't feel it either. Thanks Allah for granting me happiness, though it's just a pinch of salt. Happiness is just like the trees that need water and air to grow. It needs faith in both, Allah and the Day of Judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the Happiest people, also needs patience in everything. I'll wait for the genuine gaiety from you Allah. Today, you gave me a bit of the bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have no thoughts to gain more. What is given is considered enough for me. Thanks a Million. Thanks Ezzah. Thanks Dilah. Thanks Elly. Thanks Aiman. Thanks Bash. Thanks Eddy. Thanks Ainul. Thanks Rao. Thanks Madam Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-7561341213274350238?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7561341213274350238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=7561341213274350238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7561341213274350238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7561341213274350238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness-comes-slowly-in-me.html' title='The happiness comes slowly in me....'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-101152947846136584</id><published>2009-08-29T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:34:41.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do have flair and finesse???</title><content type='html'>Salaam Ramadhan...&lt;br /&gt;A great Hello to all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I should remind myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please Forget the Bad Past. No Sadness Could Ever Bring the Good Lost Parts Back Again. Just Keep in the Faith and Determination Deep in the Doa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Flair and Finesse. I don't want to ask about it cos it's a definite yes, if I ever ask anyone&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*riak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;betul...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sometime, I have the thought to quit Law and just go for Literature. But then, Law is quite interesting right now. I don't want to let go the diamond. And the flair in writing really persuade me to keep both in my hand; Law and English. Wehee....I got the clue! But it's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talking about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;flair and finesse&lt;/span&gt;, I got the extra marks! Nab, do you remember Teacher Nonie's comment on my essay? Yes, this is it...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"You have flair and finesse!!"&lt;/span&gt;. I am V Happy for that and for God's sake, you are my inspiration in writing. Everybody has flair but the not the finesse part. It's gifted, I can't let go that precious emerald cos that's the only shining gem in me. After all the ups and downs, I am really determined to pursue Linguistic Studies after the Asasi Programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Madam Carol class, she will always ignite my spirit. I thought I was in the psychology class every time I am with her. Previously, she talked about Mother Teresa's contribution to the world. I was so excited to listen as Mother Teresa's quote has developed me into a loving person where before I am not one of it. I've read about Mother Theresa several time and the serum of love has grown in me since I was 16. One of the quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We don't have to do great things. We just have to do small things but with Great Love.."&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Theresa -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delivered the above quote to the whole class and they cheered for it. Don't you think it's 110% true? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Love conquers everything. Hear hear!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps,&lt;br /&gt;What did you see in me? Am I a cruel person? Am I too busy body in your life? Am I too childish? Am I annoying? Wait! Before you give any answer, let me describe me myself. You know, I am not cruel if I shouted a lot at you. It's a sign of strictness. I am not busy body in your life. It's a sign of caring, extremely caring, not an ordinary one. I am not childish. I am trying to fit into you well. And I am not annoying. I express myself completely that you can't even interpret me. Ok, now you talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts ran wild. I prefer my classmates to be my best mates as every day they will see the real me. The way while I am sad. The sound of my happiness. The neutral mood of dealing. The way I dressed. The gesture of my love towards English etc. How fine I am in myself. The finesse has not only bloomed in my words, also in my outer part, my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then. Remember, after all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Love conquers everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Love of studying. Love of reading. Love of sleeping. Love of praying. All that will have the genuine meaning if done with Great Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;br /&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/3478093373612997914-101152947846136584?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/101152947846136584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=101152947846136584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/101152947846136584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/101152947846136584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-do-have-flair-and-finesse.html' title='I do have flair and finesse???'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-2195927798309812658</id><published>2009-08-21T18:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:07:04.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3348120137_1f3fc86795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 284px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3348120137_1f3fc86795.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-dedicated to all of my friends-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s103/yourspacecooment/meredo/friends/81407031937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 225px;" src="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s103/yourspacecooment/meredo/friends/81407031937.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam Ramadan. A great hello to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title tells you, princess diaries will sound so wonderful to the readers. Yes, my life is wonderful but not so wonderful as it suppose to be. Don't worry, you don't have to analyze it, I'll do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Deeb! Thanks for the reminder in your page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE ARE 18 NOT 8&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear it in your mind! So you should act like 18 not 8. The diary begins, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendship and self-confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to highlight it, but I should rather do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last week, after I encountered a V.big problem of mine, I can see the changes in me. I am not blaming the problem, but I was feeling extremely shock as it can alter my mode, that fast. I am less talkative, I seldom smile, I am too serious in class, I scheduled my life too tightly and I always thought of death. Yes, I am bluffing. It's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting began so smoothly where I organized my room and its contents beautifully without any trouble that Syafa was envious towards me. I always woke them up early in the morning and told them the schedule for that particular day. My life then was really enjoyable which I have to mingle with less people everyday. Now, the real life has begun. Problems that developed me into a better person, each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the misunderstanding with my best mate, I think I should change the way I befriend people. I should not bother their life too much and I should just love them from inside, just from inside. Stuffs are V.V.V different over here. People are grown up and they can manage themselves better. This Ramadhan, I should stay up and pray that my walks will be changed into an ease. Friendship and confidence can't be separated in me, in other words, I can't be the best without YOUR support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cure, I want my old. I've tried many, many other cure, but after cheating myself for a week, I realised that I can't live without my pure confidence, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezzah, thanks for always concerning about me, you woke me up at 3AM just to force me studying for the test, you willing to walk from your room to mine at 4AM just to solve my probs, you help me a lot every morning, you are always there for me. How happy I am if everybody that I love did the same as what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other friends, sorry if I've interrupted your relationships. That was my mistake that I am into people's life too much! I am V Sorry. I will not do that again unless it affects my life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia. I am a Self-phobic now. I am afraid of myself. I am less confident now. As long as Atie will be my friend, I feel secured enough. Deeb, you shined me from the cyber and Baiti, you always drive me into the world. The depression that is categorized into three stages, really captured me. MUET and the final test are just around the corner. This adventure or should I say exploration, will end soon and upon completion, there I stood, grinning with content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, our friendship will last forever. Our lives is a golden opportunity to fix the unfixed flaws. I know this encounter is a mistake but still feeling grateful for the outcome is positive. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test, stay focus to it. I mean final exam. No Focus No Life! hikhik... :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i don't care about people dissatisfaction anymore as I cannot please everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt;: Does the princess marry a good prince at the end? I'll tell you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ballqiszbelle-&lt;br /&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/3478093373612997914-2195927798309812658?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2195927798309812658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=2195927798309812658' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2195927798309812658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2195927798309812658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-diaries.html' title='Princess Diaries'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3348120137_1f3fc86795_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-2333601029073834995</id><published>2009-08-16T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:06:07.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be professional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I am so emotional all these days...&lt;br /&gt;I have never prayed to be granted those emotional stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, now I want to continue in reaching my goals, to be professional at all circumstances...So you should call me ball the professional go-getter!&lt;br /&gt;I've changed a lot since Allah gave me enormous problems everyday. Al hamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems, we can't get rid of them. The best way to solve; be professional and it's done.&lt;br /&gt;One important thing about me, I hate dealing with emotional people like my friends are. Yes, I am blaming all of you, no one is exempted! Heyya, just think like the grown ups and decide with your mind, not with your emotion. Till now, I'm done in solving other people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've promised myself a better life after this, organized and well-ended. Please again, don't bother my life. I just want professional people with me and all the negative charges being expelled from me. If you encountered me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; just smile or give salaam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that's all. I don't wanna hear any dissatisfactions anymore and if you intended to do so, please tell me professionally and rationally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, feeling free letting them all out. Ok. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, befriend me because of Allah and self good reasons please. Don't bad-influenced me anymore. I am sick of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law maniacs peeps, see me in new this Monday. Really professional in communications and friendliness. Don't quest anything. Accept me the way I am. I am jumping to a very drastic decision as I can't stand dealing with emotional people anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Huhuu...Weheee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professional go-getter, Ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-2333601029073834995?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2333601029073834995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=2333601029073834995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2333601029073834995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2333601029073834995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-professional.html' title='Be professional'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5168835242446998641</id><published>2009-08-10T07:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:14:42.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Morning, really early....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salaam again readers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This is really morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad. What sad? How sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;R.E.A.L.L.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sad till the deepest sad. I bear to swear this probs really haunted me since last Monday. I have never felt like this before, back in Beseri, again. I feel V.V.V disappointed with my mistakes in befriending her: I have hurt her feelings. Please, I beg pardon. I just couldn't sleep last night and the probs keep evolved in my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh Allah, bless our friendship...Protect our pure soul...Give us the second chance, or maybe this is the third time...Please...Amin..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her,&lt;br /&gt;I still need you in my life. No matter what, you are my half. I don't mind if you were V.V.V angry with me, but then, remember Allah. We are friends because of Allah. The long journey that Allah has planned for us, meeting each other here, in UiTM...There's something beneath this encounter. Last night, I seemed like so quiet till the last word, I was V. emotional instead of professional. This morning, I saw you from a distance. Still etched.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I am V.V.V sorry for all the misunderstanding. Let time heals us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..This morning again, sad. Adilah has gone to maktab perguruan Seremban. May you gain happy moments there...Thanks for being my trusted friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh peeps, I gotta go. Welling tears gonna drop. Better go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Till we meet again...Au Revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-5168835242446998641?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5168835242446998641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=5168835242446998641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5168835242446998641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/5168835242446998641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-morning-really-early.html' title='This is Morning, really early....'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-8439629477093352697</id><published>2009-08-08T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:21:39.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salaam readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it...&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;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything....&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, but no thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and really Thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankssss.....!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You...&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-8439629477093352697?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8439629477093352697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=8439629477093352697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8439629477093352697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/8439629477093352697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello.html' title='hello?'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-2071537486901389266</id><published>2009-08-07T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:40:06.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think I am?</title><content type='html'>Salaam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, don't view me in negative mode only. I also have my positive sides. But not much for now.&lt;br /&gt;I am really sulking with some of my colleagues now. Some. I just want to find cure for my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, deep in my heart, I love you. But then I know you just feel the mess with me and my problems. I know I am a problematic girl in this community, and you just felt the tornado in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peeps, sorry. I just can't be your best friend anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peeps, we'll be friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peeps, go away from my sight, but please stay etched in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peeps, silence please...and...no whispering anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478093373612997914-2071537486901389266?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2071537486901389266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=2071537486901389266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2071537486901389266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/2071537486901389266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-think-i-am.html' title='What do you think I am?'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-1740934430963100247</id><published>2009-08-02T05:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:17:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salam peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to post today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTREMELY HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my life back. I own my life again and again each day. To say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had taught me another lesson of life, thanks a million. Hope you can always inspire me to live my life. Thanks....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY-ING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....wee....!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:DD :DD :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, ballqiszbelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3478093373612997914-1740934430963100247?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1740934430963100247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=1740934430963100247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1740934430963100247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/1740934430963100247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/current-mode.html' title='Current Mode'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-7798571173583937257</id><published>2009-07-31T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:29:53.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 31st...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/dcb7e096f49c7cba"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 217px;" src="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/dcb7e096f49c7cba" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/image/348c469797a91154"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 239px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/image/348c469797a91154" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;OMO....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today is my sis' birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, I really waited for every 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 31% discounts at Baskin Robbins,&lt;br /&gt;Only on the 31st of each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AM JEE...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMO....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the morning to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JaMoca....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: if you rich, i'm single.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/3478093373612997914-7798571173583937257?l=ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7798571173583937257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478093373612997914&amp;postID=7798571173583937257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7798571173583937257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478093373612997914/posts/default/7798571173583937257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballqiszbelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-31st.html' title='July 31st...'/><author><name>ballqiszbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073430949660012203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/TQ5tBVjxv2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/JqNfC1N1qbY/S220/profile%2Bpic%2BOU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478093373612997914.post-5340917817610768607</id><published>2009-07-27T10:25:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:08:55.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The misery.... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYiTghc7wVo/Sm0mq29LzqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/E3W3wFJW_X0/s1600-h/IMGP0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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