<?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-4992762099622780145</id><updated>2011-09-05T23:57:33.336+08:00</updated><category term='Unforgettable'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Tribute'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='Introducion And Welcome'/><category term='Life Memories'/><category term='Food Review'/><category term='Update'/><category term='ED BOARD'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Event Review'/><category term='Venting'/><category term='Article/Essay'/><category term='Granado Espada'/><title type='text'>Life Memories of Qisti</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-9036010538495817574</id><published>2011-01-27T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:13:00.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>To Aussie, and beyond!</title><content type='html'>So yeah I haven't really updated everyone about the news yet. I'm no longer going to US but I'm going to Australia instead.... In a few hours from now! Hahahaha! I'll be attending Murdoch University in Perth, Australia. Reason for the change is due to a stupid complication about the US visa and my family didn't exactly wanted me to go to US due to it being dangerous and too far away from home. So I told them that I was willing to switch to Australia instead. And here we are! In a few more hours I'll be flying off to Australia for my Degree with a duration of 3 years. I've spent my last month saying my goodbyes to friends whom I might not have a chance to see again due to them leaving for the US, and said my see you laters to friends whom I will still be able to meet up with every December - February when I come back to Malaysia. Definitely going to miss it here, with all of the people whom I've befriended over the days, weeks, months, and years. Hopefully we'll all still be in touch with each other. Well I have to go for now.. Spending some time with my family before we leave for the airport so I'll blog to you guys another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-9036010538495817574?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/9036010538495817574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-aussie-and-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/9036010538495817574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/9036010538495817574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-aussie-and-beyond.html' title='To Aussie, and beyond!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-1866384428238138245</id><published>2010-11-30T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:25:08.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Rapunzel Review</title><content type='html'>Time for another movie review! This time it will be on the movie 'Rapunzel' also known as 'Tangled'. The story is an adaption to the old classic story of Rapunzel, but with a modern twist to it. In the movie directed by Nathan Greno and Byron Howard, it tells a story of how the young baby princess who had received special healing powers from a golden flower through her hair, was kidnapped from the palace by an old selfish woman named Mother Gothel. Rapunzel was raised on an isolated tower, where the only world she had ever known was the inside of the tower and her 'mother', Gothel. Mother Gothel had forbade Rapunzel from ever leaving tower, saying that the outside world is dangerous. Rapunzel obediently followed her mother's wishes, until one day the infamous bandit Flynn Rider came into the tower by chance and turns Rapunzel's world upside down. As her 18th birthday is coming soon, Rapunzel decides that she would want nothing more than seeing the flying lanterns put out every year by the kingdom on her birthday. She sets out on an adventure with Flynn Rider as her guide to the world she never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TPSD2lnoCuI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SOii48XuKIg/s1600/Tangled-Movie-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TPSD2lnoCuI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SOii48XuKIg/s400/Tangled-Movie-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545202015034411746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPOILER ALERT***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I enjoyed the movie quite a lot. It had a lot of quirks inside that was just hilarious to see. My favorite characters in the movie would be the horse and the chameleon. They're just so humorous! The horse thinks it is some type of blood hound or something and the chameleon is like a mafia boss hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs inside the movie are very nice as well. My favorite songs from the movie are 'Healing Incantation' and 'I see the light'. They are both very beautiful songs, though I wish that the 'Healing Incantation' would be much longer than 40 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice cast of the movie I had to stay and see who it was and found no surprise that Mandy Moore was the voice of Rapunzel. However I was surprised to see that Zachary Levi was the voice of Flynn Rider. I didn't figure that the guy playing 'Chuck' would be the voice of Flynn Rider! It was definitely an unexpected surprise. And he did it very well. They both did an amazing job as the voice actors. Especially on the singing bits of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline wise however I would say it is your typical average story. But there is a lot of humor in it. I would like to criticize that they didn't show much of Rapunzel's parents in the movie. Heck, they didn't have any voices at all! But the main focus of the story is on Rapunzel so I guess that is reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is really good to watch, but not in 3D. There weren't really much 3D action within the movie that's worth the money. And for some reason it seemed a lot darker in 3D. I suggest going for the 2D version. Way more worth it. I give this movie a 4.0 out of 5 because I really liked it, especially the relationship between Flynn, the horse, and the chameleon. You guys should definitely watch this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-1866384428238138245?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/1866384428238138245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/rapunzel-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1866384428238138245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1866384428238138245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/rapunzel-review.html' title='Rapunzel Review'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TPSD2lnoCuI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SOii48XuKIg/s72-c/Tangled-Movie-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7220620416346840518</id><published>2010-11-24T11:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:04:12.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Charlie St. Cloud Review</title><content type='html'>Finally!!! I'm done with exams and studies for the next two months!! I can finally just hang loose and relax, doing whatever I want haha! So in commemoration of that, I spoiled myself with buying some movies to watch for the next few days. Gosh I've been so out of touch with movies lately that I need either a good movie that I can praise or a bad movie that I could condemn. So for the first movie I've watched after my newfound freedom was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyBkuMj5SI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mi2LQqVrv_s/s1600/Charlie-St-Cloud-Movie-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyBkuMj5SI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mi2LQqVrv_s/s400/Charlie-St-Cloud-Movie-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542947709262226722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story depicts about how a young man named Charlie (played by Zac Efron) who was stricken by grief over the lost of his younger brother. As guilt left him scarred in his heart, he took a job as one of the caretakers of the cemetery where his younger brother was buried. Charlie however had a special bond with his younger brother, for even after death, he could still see his brother. He meets up with his younger brother, Sam (played by Charlie Tahan) every night and plays catch with him. But later on, Charlie was then stricken with a different feeling when a girl comes into his life. He must now choose between keeping a promise he made with his younger brother, or going after the girl that he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Spoiler Alert***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you with the sign above there! So anyways back to the movie. I really liked the movie mainly because of the brotherly love bond that was displayed by Zac Efron and Charlie Tahan. It somehow hit a soft spot for me. You don't see that kind of relationship between brothers too often at this day and age. The connection between the two brothers in the movie was just surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the movie was when Charlie leaves to look for Tess (played by Amanda Crew) in the ocean, having to break his promise to Sam. The synchronism of Charlie and Sam, despite being far away from each other, how they were able to say what they wanted to each other was just amazing. A really job well done to the two actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were however some things that I found to be cliff-hangers for the movie. First off, the movie didn't really show much about the mother. It was like after the funeral of the younger brother, she was just cutoff from the picture. Aside from that, the movie pace itself is a little slow, and they never really show much of Charlie's relationship with his old friends despite how they made it seem they were very close before they graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than those mentioned, the rest of the movie was lovely. I give it a 3.7 out of 5 because of the great acting done by Zac Efron and Charlie Tahan. You guys should definitely go see it if you have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-7220620416346840518?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7220620416346840518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/charlie-st-cloud-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7220620416346840518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7220620416346840518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/charlie-st-cloud-review.html' title='Charlie St. Cloud Review'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyBkuMj5SI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mi2LQqVrv_s/s72-c/Charlie-St-Cloud-Movie-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-535731619197015622</id><published>2010-11-19T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T01:26:25.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>Google for Best Tutor Award</title><content type='html'>As many of you know I've been studying... well trying to study my brains out for my finals that's happening in just a few more days. I especially need help in the Physics department as I'm not a big fan of numbers like these unless they're in my wallet and it's a positive value. Anyways~ since it's study week break there's just no one at college for me to ask for help on Physics, so who else do I turn to when I don't know what I need to know? You got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOVg13v4qjI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RjmxO3q8ogk/s1600/Google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOVg13v4qjI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RjmxO3q8ogk/s400/Google.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540941395163392562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be one of the best inventions ever made. Everything I needed to know about Physics I just typed it on Google and I have my answer with more than enough examples. Just goes to show that the saying holds it's truth. Don't know the saying? Google it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-535731619197015622?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/535731619197015622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/google-for-best-tutor-award.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/535731619197015622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/535731619197015622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/google-for-best-tutor-award.html' title='Google for Best Tutor Award'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOVg13v4qjI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RjmxO3q8ogk/s72-c/Google.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-3090588895399787019</id><published>2010-11-16T19:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:23:19.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Granado Espada'/><title type='text'>Join and have some fun!</title><content type='html'>Hey there people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so lately I've been bored out of my mind at home and at college nowadays as there is just nothing left for me to do! So about two months back Calvin and I thought of playing an online game together but we couldn't decide on what game to play. We've played practically almost all MMORPGs, but we never played one together before. Sooo after much debate we settled for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOJ1EH93LxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6g9nxZjqWJ4/s1600/y1ptHfLtHUNJdiyl-0SkPPgTPDW1NElVRrYtzEiFl7-NSa3h1835THxN2ZX7dOgH8uqB6HoorCmAew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOJ1EH93LxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6g9nxZjqWJ4/s400/y1ptHfLtHUNJdiyl-0SkPPgTPDW1NElVRrYtzEiFl7-NSa3h1835THxN2ZX7dOgH8uqB6HoorCmAew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540119205337575186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had both played Granado Espada before, and we had a lot of fun playing it. So we decided to start fresh with the game from level 1. It's been over two months since we played the game and both of us have reached quite high levels as it is. Our highest characters right now are level 110. For those of you who are unfamiliar with GE, basically in this game you can control up to 3 characters at once. Best feature of this game is the auto battle system! It allows you to play the game while doing other stuff. You guys can find out more about the game at the webby---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ge.iahgames.com/site/Default.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is great and I really like playing it. It's heavily influenced by baroque style era and the music in the game is just phenomenal. Come and try it out if you want! It's a free game! I'll post more about my time in the game from time to time so stay tune if you're interested hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-3090588895399787019?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/3090588895399787019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/join-and-have-some-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3090588895399787019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3090588895399787019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/join-and-have-some-fun.html' title='Join and have some fun!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOJ1EH93LxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6g9nxZjqWJ4/s72-c/y1ptHfLtHUNJdiyl-0SkPPgTPDW1NElVRrYtzEiFl7-NSa3h1835THxN2ZX7dOgH8uqB6HoorCmAew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-8855067544580575327</id><published>2010-11-15T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:35:15.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ED BOARD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>A brand new face and attitude!</title><content type='html'>Hey there people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I sat down and wrote on the blog. Plenty of stories to tell all of you over the past 6 months. I'm sure you noticed that I changed the blog look. Just to let you guys know it's still under the changing process. Some of my widgets aren't functioning properly like before and some need to be updated. I'll do that once my finals are over next week. By the way those that aren't in the current friends list over to your right-side, please leave your links on the chatbox or on the comments for this post! I lost all of my friend's links after the blog makeover. Thanks in advance guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been happening over the past 6 months that I'm not sure where I should start... Oh! As of the beginning of August I had officially stepped down as the chairperson of Editorial Board. It's been one heck of a ride, but my time in INTI will be over by the end of this semester, which is next week. I passed the club down to Venetia as the new chairperson, as well as handpicked most of the new committee members for Editorial Board. I have high hopes for them to re-lite the fire in the club that was dwindling over the past few months. I think it's gonna be alright. So far I've been playing the role of advisor for the club after the handover, teaching all of them the ropes for one last time before I leave. Editorial Board has been my baby for almost my whole life in INTI. I hope to see it live on even when I'm no longer around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far they've made two issues of the newsletter since the handover. I'd have to admit I felt both glad and worried at the same time from seeing the newsletter that they produce. It wasn't like our past issues, that's for sure. But this is the first time that all of them are doing it without most of the senior core members so hopefully they'll spread their wings soon enough and fly with the newsletter up sky high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side there seems to be a lot of new faces in the club which I'm happy for them. As they say, the more the merrier. Hopefully with the new semester next year they would be able to pull in more people to join the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of sad and it was heartbreaking to say goodbye to the club, but life goes on. Our reign, the seniors, are over and it's now time for the juniors to step up to the plate. All I can say is good luck to all of you and strive on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-8855067544580575327?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/8855067544580575327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/brand-new-face-and-attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8855067544580575327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8855067544580575327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/11/brand-new-face-and-attitude.html' title='A brand new face and attitude!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-8314989744302171322</id><published>2010-05-15T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:29:19.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Losing the Pieces</title><content type='html'>Insecurity has been filling up my time lately. I have been thinking of how dependent I am getting towards my close friends. Whenever I wanted to do something, I felt as if... it was necessary to get their "approval" on it. I seemed to have lost my individualistic behavior as I can't seem to be by myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so simple. I had set to myself a few basic rules to follow after my dad died. One of it being that I should never get close to anyone, because everyone would leave you one day. If you never get close to them, then you would never end up getting hurt again. I've been breaking that rule lately it seems... as I can't seem to go through the day normally without spending time with certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just because I hang out with them almost everyday, doesn't mean that I have told them about what has been going on lately. I still have my mask on, even if the pain was excruciating... I don't like to trouble any of them with any of it as they have their own problems to deal with. Who am I to further burden them and spoil the fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little pieces of me are breaking away from myself. I've change into something that I wish it had never existed. I wonder if I would still be able to keep a straight face when the time comes and I have to be separated from them. I guess only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-8314989744302171322?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/8314989744302171322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/05/losing-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8314989744302171322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8314989744302171322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/05/losing-pieces.html' title='Losing the Pieces'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4758429313535010975</id><published>2010-04-02T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:16:53.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Time heals... and a lot of zombies help too!</title><content type='html'>Hey people~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I know I have been sooooo out of touch with the blog already and it has been sooo emo lately especially the last one, but I will try to keep it updated as much as I can minus the anger ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the last post I felt waaaaay better, as in my mood hahaha! And it helps to have some zombies around to kill as well hehe. Nowadays a lot of us are just addicts when it comes to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead 2&lt;/span&gt;. We almost couldn't go on without playing it everyday, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does the heart and soul good, especially when you get to kill your friends in there! And the blood... oh the blood... one word, beautiful. You guys should really play it if you haven't hahaha!! It is way better than going to a shrink for therapy hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to L4D2 I manage to have even more close friends and also strengthen the ones that I already have, along with making new ones. Nowadays I always hang out with Bentan, Patricky, Yo-yo Jon, Datuk Boomer Daniel, and Jia Gen, my high schoolmate whom I never really talk to before. He's in Taylor's now and will be leaving for the US next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to post for now as I'm still eating my hugeeee lolipop I found in my fridge earlier! Half way done!! Hehe see ya people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-4758429313535010975?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4758429313535010975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-heals-and-lot-of-zombies-help-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4758429313535010975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4758429313535010975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-heals-and-lot-of-zombies-help-too.html' title='Time heals... and a lot of zombies help too!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-5143622344062726157</id><published>2010-03-29T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:40:32.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>Seriously … I can’t believe that none of them remembered what the 29th of March is… All of them are having the time of their lives like it never happened… they don’t even seem to have any remote feelings about it… Why do I have to go through it alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I was the one who had to be the grownup when everyone was too busy going through their grief… What about me? Who was supposed to be in charge of me? I was just a kid... Why do I have to take care of all of you and say that everything is going to be alright when you guys are the ones that were supposed to be telling me that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of you had conflicts with each other after the event, why do I have to be the catalyst of the conflict? What did I do to make myself be in that position? Why am I to be blamed? Why can’t you blame yourself instead of blaming the kid who had to take care of all of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of you got sick, I had to be the one to stay at home and take care of you. No one else wanted to volunteer. Was school unimportant for me to go through? Why was it that a kid had to be the one to take care of a grownup? Why was there no one helping me when I was sick? Where was my hand of salvation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of you was full of anger, I was the one that you vent your anger out to. I was the punching bag for you, even though I was going through the same thing as all of you. Why couldn’t you return the favour and let me at least yell at one of you to make myself feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of you wanted to cry, I gave you my shoulder to cry on… Why wasn’t I treated the same? Why couldn’t I have the time to cry for myself? Instead, I was there looking after all of you, being strong for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for all of you, where was my support?! And now after 10 years, you act is if he doesn't exist anymore… All of you just laugh at your jokes and complain about whatever idiotically petty matters that you are going through while I am still suffering. Even after 10 years, am I still the adult and still have to keep my feelings to myself? I can’t even have a normal conversation with anyone of you, because I don’t even know what to say to all of you anymore…  Where’s my shoulder to cry on? Who do I vent my anger out to? Who is going to take care of me? Where is everyone…?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-5143622344062726157?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/5143622344062726157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5143622344062726157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5143622344062726157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7185625525896677660</id><published>2010-02-28T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:38:59.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Reminiscence of the past...</title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a month since I posted anything on the blog.. so sorry about that. Too much has been going that did not allow me to have any free time to update it. Right now I'm struggling as it is writing even this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of depression has reached yet again for another consecutive year. The effects seem to have kicked in earlier than expected, as I'm having those old feelings yet again. I can already see that I'm starting to distance myself from people, and I can see that I've been staying away from my family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to focus my mind on the things I need to do instead of dwelling upon the past, but the effort seems wasted as I'm still enveloped by it. Especially on the month filled with mixed feelings.. Mostly bringing up painful memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness, sorrow, anger, all of them are swirling and being stirred inside of me frequently as I think of the past even more. The feel of joy, happiness, and love seem so distant now. I'm not even sure if I can hold up a smile in front of others for this coming month. For anyone I may hurt this coming month be it physically or mentally, I apologize for it now. This won't be an easy month for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-7185625525896677660?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7185625525896677660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/02/reminiscence-of-past.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7185625525896677660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7185625525896677660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/02/reminiscence-of-past.html' title='Reminiscence of the past...'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-6781905140452855707</id><published>2010-02-07T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:50:18.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article/Essay'/><title type='text'>Enough is Enough, Eternity must End</title><content type='html'>This is the english essay I wrote for my assignment on hate crimes. Unfortunately word limit was 600 so I had to cut out a lot and this is the end product hahaha! The title of the essay is the post title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was your everyday average 17 year-old student. He was active in sports, scored above average in his academic studies, and was liked by many of his peers. But, that all changed when he admitted himself publicly to be homosexual, and for that reason alone, he was outcast by a majority of his peers. People started to treat him differently from before. It started off with teasing, and then it progressed into bullying, gossiping, physical abuse, and eventually, death. Brian was killed by a group of students not older than he was, just because he was gay. This is only one of the few hate crime cases towards homosexuality out there. The world said that it has changed from before. Homosexuality cases do not happen as often as it used to. But does that fact hold true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the most controversial hate crimes cases towards gays is the Matthew Shepard case. This took place in the town Laramie, Wyoming back in 1998. Matthew Shepard was a local boy of age 21 who was murdered in an inhuman manner. On October 7th, he was lured out of the bar by his assailants, and was taken into the outskirts of town where he was not only robbed, beaten, and pistol-whipped, but was also tied up to a fence and was left to die there alone. He was found 18 hours later and was airlifted into the nearest hospital but unfortunately, died officially on October 12th due to severe injuries caused by the attack. The court ruled one of his killers, Arthur Henderson, to two consecutive life sentences in jail, after he agreed to testify against his accomplice, Aaron McKinney. The court was considering sentencing McKinney the death penalty, but Shepard’s parents had stopped the court from doing so. Shepard’s family believe that enough blood had been spilled over this issue.  “Mr. McKinney, I give you life in the memory of one who no longer lives. May you have a long life, and may you thank Matthew every day for it.” said Denise Shepard, in his closing statement during McKinney’s trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 Years later, another case had risen just a few days before Valentine’s Day. The name of the victim was Lawrence King, a 15 year-old boy from Oxnard. A few weeks before his death, Larry (as known by his peers) had announced publicly that he was gay. A few days before Valentine’s Day, Larry had asked his classmate 14 year-old Brandon McInerney to be his Valentine’s. Brandon refused him and 2 days before Valentine’s, he had shot Larry on the head with a gun. Larry was announced as brain dead the day after the shooting, and was taken off life support on February 14th. Brandon was charged with first degree murder, and is currently in a juvenile facility in Ventura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A year after Lawrence King’s, another case had emerged from Corona del Mar High School, California where a young lesbian student was threatened by three football players of the same school who had said that they would murder her. The parents of the student had expressed their concerns for her safety to the school officials, but no precautions were taken to insure the safety of the student. It was only until the American Civil Liberties Union sued the school for fostering a “homophobic” and “sexist” atmosphere did the school officials took the necessary precautions for the lesbian student as well as insure that they were not fostering any of the mentioned atmospheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As seen, even though people have said that the world has changed its attitude, it is still happening over and over again. The highlighted cases mentioned are only a few of thousands of other hate crime cases towards homosexuals. According to FBI reports, hate crimes due to sexual orientation have been on the rise from the year 2005 up to date despite what the media have said. Enough blood has been spilled, the eternity of hate crimes must be removed for real change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-6781905140452855707?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/6781905140452855707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/02/enough-is-enough-eternity-must-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6781905140452855707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6781905140452855707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/02/enough-is-enough-eternity-must-end.html' title='Enough is Enough, Eternity must End'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-284779334378943848</id><published>2010-01-16T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:19:35.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>New Discovery About Myself</title><content type='html'>I made the most surprising and saddening discovery of myself in the past 36 hours. I came to a conclusion unfortunately that I can never ever eat crabs again... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Gasps fills the air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It's true! And I came to this conclusion from yesterday's dinner and lunch. We had crabs for both meals and unfortunately after eating it, my throat started to clam up as if something was stuck over there. And my chest, near the lung area started to build up some kind of air and it hurt like hell over there. It's like when you want to burp, but can't and the air fills up in your lungs as if it was about to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had this 'Attack' on myself after lunch, my mom suggested I eat something sweet. She was about to grab the condensed milk, but thankfully she saw the chocolate spread instead and made me eat it. Supposedly this would clear up my throat but it didn't work that way, unfortunately and I gained a lot of fat from that method I suppose. I'm so going to die from diabetes one of these days, I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bottom line is right now I have to stay as far away as I can from crabs unless I want to kill myself. I threw up a few times earlier so it should be out of my system already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love eating crabs ever since I was little... woo wes me..... no more crabs... Why oh WHY CRUEL FATE?!?!?!?! *Emo-ing in progress in his room to the fact that life has removed crabs from the menu*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-284779334378943848?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/284779334378943848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-discovery-about-myself.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/284779334378943848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/284779334378943848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-discovery-about-myself.html' title='New Discovery About Myself'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7011649012949380027</id><published>2010-01-12T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:11:59.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>First Week Back</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow been awhile since I posted, but I'll try to update it as soon as I can. Been too busy with too much work... Anyways, the new semester had officially started last week on Monday, and it couldn't have been sooner. I miss hanging out with everyone a lot! I especially miss the "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pasar malam&lt;/span&gt;" noise that we can always hear in the CAE Office every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like my schedule for this semester since I'm only taking 3 subjects. But 1 of it is quite tough, which is ENL 102 (English Composition II). We already had to start working on our final project in the first week and hand in the idea this Thursday, which I still have no clue what I should choose as a topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still weird not seeing a lot of familiar faces in the CAE Office anymore, but life goes on as I'm slowly getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days were quite fun, and suddenly the sluggish feeling of wishing for an extended holiday came back. But so far it's all good. I really like learning SOC 103 (Sociology) right now as it's a really fun and interesting subject, and Ms. Lim makes it even more fun to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED Board work seems to be piling up with each day, and there has been so much that's been going on that's making it feel so stressful that I just want to quit (Don't worry, I won't). I still haven't finish editing my own article let alone the other writer's articles. And I still need to plan out the general ED Meet meeting for next week, and keep myself updated with the Bake Sale and Writing competition that we will be hosting next month. Thankfully I have a good bunch of slaves... I mean diligent co-workers to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already starting my application for the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire. I'm almost done with it I guess, just need to get the bank statement from my parents which they said to wait until next month, and to take my TOEFL test on March. I'm going to apply to only 1 university I think as the deadline for most of the other universities are at the beginning of March, which means I can't even apply because I don't have my TOEFL test results yet. The earliest I got for the TOEFL test in Subang Jaya was on the 13th of March. Thank goodness the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire accepts pending TOEFL results when you apply for the university, or I wouldn't have made it in time for the scholarship application. Hopefully everything goes well and I get accepted or else I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working a lot in the Marketing Office last month, and I'm still helping out during the weekends this month for education fairs and stuff like that. Hopefully I could earn some money in my bank account instead of leaving it empty like any other day before. After paying for the registration cost of my TOEFL exam, my current balance is almost 0. Spent too much before, pay the price I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year was full of sweet and bitter memories... Hopefully this year would be better than the last. Time to get back to work I guess... See ya people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-7011649012949380027?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7011649012949380027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7011649012949380027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7011649012949380027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-back.html' title='First Week Back'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7277347853341466424</id><published>2010-01-01T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:32:15.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just here to wish everyone a very Happy New Year!!! I know that I'm lagging behind with the posts, but I'll be able to post regularly once the semester starts, which is next week. A lot of things have been happening, and I'll do my best to update all of you on it as soon as I can. Right now I have to work on my article or someone *Points at J.C.* is going to make me buy dinner for them if I don't get it done by Sunday. See ya people on the New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-7277347853341466424?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7277347853341466424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7277347853341466424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7277347853341466424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010!!!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-3915711940211713458</id><published>2009-12-15T19:51:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:34:56.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><title type='text'>AUP Farewell Party Dec 2009!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be a little special than the other posts I've made so far. Mostly because it is going to be the longest post I ever had to make... It's filled with all kinds of emotions that I'm happy that I could express it freely here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night of the 14th of December 2009, we had our AUP Farewell party that everyone's been wanting to do for the past month. It was originally organized by KC, Jessica, and Katie. Thank you guys for making time and putting a lot of effort in making the night a very successful and memorable night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to start at 6pm, but of course, Malaysian timing delays that by half an hour or more. It was okay though, as it was unforgettable. The event was a potluck type of event so everyone brought along some food and drinks. Only problem was that everyone who arrived earlier than the others only brought food, no drinks. So, KC and I had to go and buy some so that everyone wouldn't die from dehydration or choking hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, time for some snapshots of the night! All photo's are thanks to Shane and Elvin! I stole it from their Facebook hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6JG5nlmI/AAAAAAAAASY/4bsjBYa5En0/s1600-h/14535_206937220817_608465817_2976317_5546347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6JG5nlmI/AAAAAAAAASY/4bsjBYa5En0/s400/14535_206937220817_608465817_2976317_5546347_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415431373826004578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Shane brought to the party and the one that's mixing it is Sie Hui. Oiiii faster la finish mixing it!!! I wanna eat it!!! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6JQWC4vI/AAAAAAAAASg/F2rvocld2Sc/s1600-h/14535_206937230817_608465817_2976319_2463428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6JQWC4vI/AAAAAAAAASg/F2rvocld2Sc/s400/14535_206937230817_608465817_2976319_2463428_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415431376361153266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, Ryan, Elvin, Ms. Lim, and Myself shared to buy a pizza for the occasion... 6 large pizzas hahahaha!!! The bill reached RM113.00. Was quite a good price for 6 large right??? But it got devoured very fast...Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyegbSIUORI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4wtsmmRC_0g/s1600-h/13554_234046900398_747450398_4587068_3748626_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyegbSIUORI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4wtsmmRC_0g/s400/13554_234046900398_747450398_4587068_3748626_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415473467519940882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww Nad and Jessy so sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syegbs79jfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5VfaWzG_txU/s1600-h/13554_234046920398_747450398_4587070_1566749_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syegbs79jfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5VfaWzG_txU/s400/13554_234046920398_747450398_4587070_1566749_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415473474715880946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie Hui and May Chong pose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syegb0d0M5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ie4B5vzObu0/s1600-h/13554_234046970398_747450398_4587075_6348365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syegb0d0M5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ie4B5vzObu0/s400/13554_234046970398_747450398_4587075_6348365_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415473476736922514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Yen and April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyegcPnPWkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Iilep02aPao/s1600-h/13554_234046990398_747450398_4587078_7517239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyegcPnPWkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Iilep02aPao/s400/13554_234046990398_747450398_4587078_7517239_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415473484024207938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah!!! Go drink it in 1 shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyegcXTpvZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/clxvih7McJU/s1600-h/13554_234047060398_747450398_4587085_3040198_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyegcXTpvZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/clxvih7McJU/s400/13554_234047060398_747450398_4587085_3040198_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415473486089534866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiiii stop playing facebook laaaa!! Go talk with the other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehAnEHBII/AAAAAAAAAWo/ErbStfqr2oU/s1600-h/13554_234047065398_747450398_4587086_1105542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehAnEHBII/AAAAAAAAAWo/ErbStfqr2oU/s400/13554_234047065398_747450398_4587086_1105542_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415474108794602626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carissa's Smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehA-P-stI/AAAAAAAAAWw/fJ1RTMGNY6k/s1600-h/13554_234047105398_747450398_4587090_4353416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehA-P-stI/AAAAAAAAAWw/fJ1RTMGNY6k/s400/13554_234047105398_747450398_4587090_4353416_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415474115018404562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen Loo what's up with the sad face laaaaaaa~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6J8L913I/AAAAAAAAASo/mx1PINzzInU/s1600-h/14535_206937260817_608465817_2976323_3489486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6J8L913I/AAAAAAAAASo/mx1PINzzInU/s400/14535_206937260817_608465817_2976323_3489486_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415431388130039666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just mixing around~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6KCige4I/AAAAAAAAASw/bkMfTDOO9Zw/s1600-h/14535_206937275817_608465817_2976325_5548337_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6KCige4I/AAAAAAAAASw/bkMfTDOO9Zw/s400/14535_206937275817_608465817_2976325_5548337_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415431389835197314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wave bye to Sie Hui!!!!!! Jessica, holding the jelly saying "Sie Hui!! You forgot your silicon!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6KTtx6pI/AAAAAAAAAS4/uZ4cOAmSH5k/s1600-h/14535_206937305817_608465817_2976328_7695583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6KTtx6pI/AAAAAAAAAS4/uZ4cOAmSH5k/s400/14535_206937305817_608465817_2976328_7695583_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415431394445879954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY BOOZES!!!!!!!!!!... Not. Hahahaha!! Sparkling juices and carbonated drinks for the way~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6y3RLytI/AAAAAAAAATA/fcnpQs82kyc/s1600-h/14535_206937340817_608465817_2976332_4804413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6y3RLytI/AAAAAAAAATA/fcnpQs82kyc/s400/14535_206937340817_608465817_2976332_4804413_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415432091184384722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that we all did this... All these memories.. will be in our hearts forever.. As I see how time flies, it saddens me to know that I only have a very limited amount of time left for me to hang out with some of my closest friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6zIh5cwI/AAAAAAAAATI/fPRhP3uuqy8/s1600-h/14535_206937360817_608465817_2976335_918758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6zIh5cwI/AAAAAAAAATI/fPRhP3uuqy8/s400/14535_206937360817_608465817_2976335_918758_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415432095817888514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if some of you forget about it in the future, these memories will always remain with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6zTgnk1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/X9-pt85-OMU/s1600-h/14535_206937380817_608465817_2976338_1942900_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6zTgnk1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/X9-pt85-OMU/s400/14535_206937380817_608465817_2976338_1942900_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415432098765312850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bushido Wesley!!!!!! Continue eating please hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6zun7zhI/AAAAAAAAATY/bAAB6Q_GUPU/s1600-h/14535_206937390817_608465817_2976339_576598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6zun7zhI/AAAAAAAAATY/bAAB6Q_GUPU/s400/14535_206937390817_608465817_2976339_576598_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415432106043756050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessy and Vinod hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd60NkSltI/AAAAAAAAATg/OwTbCNYTJpA/s1600-h/14535_206937395817_608465817_2976340_4314267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd60NkSltI/AAAAAAAAATg/OwTbCNYTJpA/s400/14535_206937395817_608465817_2976340_4314267_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415432114349971154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember way, way back then, how I met each and everyone of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehBHOo4PI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Yq3nitFWkUo/s1600-h/13554_234047140398_747450398_4587093_7797305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehBHOo4PI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Yq3nitFWkUo/s400/13554_234047140398_747450398_4587093_7797305_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415474117428699378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Vinod for the first time in ENL 101.. We were doing our very first group exercise Miss Kamala, our lecturer, gave us on writing a thesis statement... Somehow our group ended up talking about scars and experiences we had from hospitals.. Vinod was telling about his injury he had experienced on his right leg.. Then, on one of the nights that I stayed back late in college I met up with him, JC, Amos, Zjen Thak, Fernie, and a few others at the staircase near the lift area by chance, where we all just talked and got to know a little bit of each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Fernie for the first time in ENL 101 as well, where we all elected her to be our class rep.. I got to know her a little better later on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Jessy for the first time actually before the ED Board camp... Alexis was introducing her to us hahahah! It was weird how she suddenly popped into all of our lives, but it was a blessing to know her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Amos for the first time last year during our PSY 105 class... Shaza introduced us, and instantly I knew that he'd make a good friend.. I was surprised at how well-mannered he was at the time, and even though he had a little trouble communicating at the time, he was and still is, one of the greatest friends to have... And I'm eternally grateful that we are still friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Zjen Thak a week after the first semester started, in PSY 105, where Amos introduced to everyone that he was his roommate... I first talked to him a little bit after Shaza's birthday party..I didn't know him too well at the time, but he gave me the impression of a straight-thinking, focused individual.. instead of the crazy psychotic guy I know and love... We'll still be seeing each other over in the US I hope, as we will be going to the same university hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Carissa and Wesley both during MAT 121 class in my first semester. They were sitting at the back while I was sitting next to Jean, Naomi, Sharmini, and Jae Yee.. We didn't really talk to each other much, but we still acknowledge each other.. I really talked to Carissa for the first time when it was the night before the exam.. She and Dana were staying back in college to study for the test as was I, and we decided to form a study group and went to the INTIMA Office to ask Joshan and Lik Pang and Bentan to help and guide us before our ultimate demise hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jean, Naomi, Sharmini and Jae Yee for the first time in ENL 101, but we didn't talk to each other until we saw each other in MAT 121... And later on we got to know each other a lot better at the Freshie's Gathering... Jean became my first dancing partner from that hahahaha!! Naomi became my partner in ED Board, where I had just joined and asked her to come and join with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Charles for the first time in CAE, where he was always busy with his calculus work... Didn't really talk to him much until we all started hanging out in the INTIMA Office... and of course, the Council Camp hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met KC and Katie for the first time in AUP when I kept hearing stories from some of my friends about two sisters that did quite well in their public speaking last year hahaha.. I only got to know them both a lot better afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Edison for the first time in ENL 101... He was the first friend I made in ENL 101, and we remained friends ever since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Ryan, Chew, Daryl, Yenloo, Yahn Hui, Fang Kai, and Emmanuel in AUP, where I keep seeing them all arriving at the same time, always hanging out with each other, and usually seen doing calculus together ahahaha!! I got closer to Daryl later on when we were in the same class for ECO152...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Zack for the first time during INTI BALL 2008, where we shared a table for the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know Pauline better from last semester... where we both were in the same class for STA 219 and after finding out from Zjen Thak that all 3 of us were going to the same University...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one of them.... I remember.. how they entered and changed my life forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd7hE7xLJI/AAAAAAAAATo/yIWb1Tfojd8/s1600-h/14535_206937405817_608465817_2976342_6045054_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd7hE7xLJI/AAAAAAAAATo/yIWb1Tfojd8/s400/14535_206937405817_608465817_2976342_6045054_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415432885126638738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our principal walked into our party and was surprised by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd7hf_AvkI/AAAAAAAAATw/vfVJK6QvyMc/s1600-h/14535_206937415817_608465817_2976343_6709442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd7hf_AvkI/AAAAAAAAATw/vfVJK6QvyMc/s400/14535_206937415817_608465817_2976343_6709442_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415432892387999298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave a little speech to all of us so that we'd all remember to be ourselves, and not forget from where we once came from after we're in the US... Awww Nad looks scared! Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd7hjLXvWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/CB6lHNpBvdc/s1600-h/14535_206937525817_608465817_2976355_938988_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd7hjLXvWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/CB6lHNpBvdc/s400/14535_206937525817_608465817_2976355_938988_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415432893245144418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaah!!! Yeah! That's how crazy things got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd7h7JLX1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/KvvzEqCHhHQ/s1600-h/14535_206937545817_608465817_2976358_4388473_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd7h7JLX1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/KvvzEqCHhHQ/s400/14535_206937545817_608465817_2976358_4388473_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415432899678396242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... Kiet gets excited too fast... see he already... hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8CP5uV2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/tXn43TJ9ecE/s1600-h/14535_206937560817_608465817_2976361_8106049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8CP5uV2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/tXn43TJ9ecE/s400/14535_206937560817_608465817_2976361_8106049_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433455006537570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted!!! Ex-Avril May Chong in a scandal with two boys...and a cup... Hahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8CgxQ4MI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1QvW1AzmyUw/s1600-h/14535_206937575817_608465817_2976363_2236206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8CgxQ4MI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1QvW1AzmyUw/s400/14535_206937575817_608465817_2976363_2236206_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433459534454978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys, a girl, and a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8C7j92WI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nPttzSt6m5g/s1600-h/14535_206937580817_608465817_2976364_453398_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8C7j92WI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nPttzSt6m5g/s400/14535_206937580817_608465817_2976364_453398_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433466726439266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Jessy pointing at?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8DAUVljI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7tRonQU52PY/s1600-h/14535_206937600817_608465817_2976367_3460121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8DAUVljI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7tRonQU52PY/s400/14535_206937600817_608465817_2976367_3460121_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433468003063346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo fail la... Who's finger is that... oh wait.. I think that was mine hahahaha!! Okay okay.. third shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8DWFLQtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GaHKrNDzcqw/s1600-h/14535_206937605817_608465817_2976368_188298_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8DWFLQtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GaHKrNDzcqw/s400/14535_206937605817_608465817_2976368_188298_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433473845052114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaahah!!! Kiet came at the right time and can pose somemore hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8gd1UUII/AAAAAAAAAUw/0xVmxyhxfqY/s1600-h/14535_206937620817_608465817_2976370_7412345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8gd1UUII/AAAAAAAAAUw/0xVmxyhxfqY/s400/14535_206937620817_608465817_2976370_7412345_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433974142226562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo scandal already between Ryan and Vinod... poor Chew and Daryl... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8gnOCn4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/BBxUQHazbrU/s1600-h/14535_206937640817_608465817_2976372_2190968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8gnOCn4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/BBxUQHazbrU/s400/14535_206937640817_608465817_2976372_2190968_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433976661843842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...my....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8g3vtHpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5npbXVsP9NE/s1600-h/14535_206937645817_608465817_2976373_831684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8g3vtHpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5npbXVsP9NE/s400/14535_206937645817_608465817_2976373_831684_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433981098008210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong!!!!!!! RAWR!!!!!!! Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8hA4VfHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1mq5i6IM7zI/s1600-h/14535_206937655817_608465817_2976375_873914_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8hA4VfHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1mq5i6IM7zI/s400/14535_206937655817_608465817_2976375_873914_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433983550127218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Khor giving her speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8hfrV5xI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sHy1vSJnzv0/s1600-h/14535_206937660817_608465817_2976376_7258100_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd8hfrV5xI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sHy1vSJnzv0/s400/14535_206937660817_608465817_2976376_7258100_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433991817127698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone listening to Miss Khor telling her story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd82K51REI/AAAAAAAAAVY/NFT_7gZzPJA/s1600-h/14535_206937665817_608465817_2976377_4435935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd82K51REI/AAAAAAAAAVY/NFT_7gZzPJA/s400/14535_206937665817_608465817_2976377_4435935_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415434347018011714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I do mean EVERYONE.. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd82T5HG7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/osDOnHSlpPA/s1600-h/14535_206937675817_608465817_2976378_8051181_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd82T5HG7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/osDOnHSlpPA/s400/14535_206937675817_608465817_2976378_8051181_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415434349430905778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be a candid photo... but got some posers already... hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd82vlzW7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/x3OieVB1WLQ/s1600-h/14535_206937690817_608465817_2976379_7734650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd82vlzW7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/x3OieVB1WLQ/s400/14535_206937690817_608465817_2976379_7734650_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415434356866112434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.... sooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd82zEnjxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/023T04Vdyj0/s1600-h/14535_206937705817_608465817_2976381_498074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd82zEnjxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/023T04Vdyj0/s400/14535_206937705817_608465817_2976381_498074_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415434357800668946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos giving us his speech... It was really funny and sweet at the same time hehehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, everyone started giving their speech to commemorate the night... Especially those that are leaving... I gave mine as well, but I gave only the brief, short version of it... Because I was afraid that if I had given the real thing, it would have definitely been a very long one and I would definitely shed a tear from saying it to everyone... But at least I can say what I want to here... Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehBd70YLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fOB5bEaiyZE/s1600-h/13554_234047315398_747450398_4587116_2239146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehBd70YLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fOB5bEaiyZE/s400/13554_234047315398_747450398_4587116_2239146_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415474123523776690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe, that it's been this long already since I met all of you. It felt as if it was just yesterday, I was meeting you guys for the first time. I'm definitely a different person than I was during my school days before college. I was quite the anti-socialist back then, and when I came to INTI that all changed... I started learning what friendship really means from being friends with all of you... I started.. living. It's definitely going to be weird... not being able to see any of your faces anymore in the CAE Office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not being able to hear Vinod telling one of his stories to all of us, and seeing him play football inside the office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already weird, not being able to see that sincere smile of Carissa that brightens everyone's day... and her size 3 feet hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already weird, not being able to see Charles with his bluetooth earphone sets, doing his calculus exercise in the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not being able to see Amos' blurred expression anymore... not being able to hang out with him, and to put him to sleep by massaging him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not being able to see KC watching 'Friends' on her MacBook, or doing her online class or assignments on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not being able to see Jessy blasting the music from her laptop into her ears, doing her assignments and work on her laptop with a gazillion tabs of Google Chrome opened up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not being able to see and hug Zjen Thak in the office for fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not seeing Aaron inside the office, checking on his mail or the latest movie ratings or football results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already weird, not being able to see Fernie and talk to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not to see Pauline, Lavene, Sue Yen and the rest of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not being able to see and joke around with May Chong anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not being able to see Daryl, Ryan, Chew, Fangkai, Emmanuel, Yen Loo, and Yahn Hui together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird, not seeing everyone of them and many more in the office anymore... I'll miss all of you terribly... To those who are leaving in January, thank you for giving me the opportunity to know you guys... and for those who will still be around.. let's make even more beautiful memories together with what little time we have left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd83HDdGNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RPbhC6ycy4g/s1600-h/14535_206937450817_608465817_2976348_1603627_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd83HDdGNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RPbhC6ycy4g/s400/14535_206937450817_608465817_2976348_1603627_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415434363164498130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is scattered all over this map soon... some are lucky enough to end up together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehBhCcp-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/SP6FL_9jm1Q/s1600-h/13554_234047325398_747450398_4587118_2053457_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SyehBhCcp-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/SP6FL_9jm1Q/s400/13554_234047325398_747450398_4587118_2053457_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415474124356888546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's one thing we learn in AUP, it's never goodbye.. It's just a see you later... I love all of you, and I hope to stay in touch with everyone of you. You may not think that you've made an impact in my life, but I can honestly tell you now that you're wrong... Even the smallest things that you do.. Had an effect on me.. All of you have made me what I am today... Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-3915711940211713458?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/3915711940211713458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/12/aup-farewell-party-dec-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3915711940211713458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3915711940211713458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/12/aup-farewell-party-dec-2009.html' title='AUP Farewell Party Dec 2009!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Syd6JG5nlmI/AAAAAAAAASY/4bsjBYa5En0/s72-c/14535_206937220817_608465817_2976317_5546347_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7124348070485764697</id><published>2009-12-05T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:04:05.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Master of the Game</title><content type='html'>Hey all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised awhile back, I'd tell you a little about the book I read during the Singapore trip called Master of the Game by Sydney Sheldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sxn3rEH2vGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ivf-yrUM9cM/s1600-h/n58305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sxn3rEH2vGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ivf-yrUM9cM/s400/n58305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411628746475486306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is really interesting as it tells the story of how greed can consume a family for generations. I was blown away by how the author wrote the book. He did his research very thoroughly as most of the places, if not all of them in the book actually exists and they are all real life happening events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started reading the Prologue, I thought "Hmm seems kind of sweet." I kept on reading until it was around chapter 2 or 3 of the book that I got to see the element of surprise the author is famous for. How the story then got so twisted and how it portrays the essence of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book's most obvious life lesson that the author wanted to relay to the readers was that money isn't everything. Just because someone is rich, doesn't mean that they are happy. The saying that blood is thicker than water so needs to be reconsidered after reading the book. I find the book very... eye-opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend you guys to read this as it really is a good book. It not only has a great story, but it also provides us with little bits and pieces of interesting history. Gave it a rating of 4 out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-7124348070485764697?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7124348070485764697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/12/master-of-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7124348070485764697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7124348070485764697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/12/master-of-game.html' title='Master of the Game'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sxn3rEH2vGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ivf-yrUM9cM/s72-c/n58305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-5023708348666269710</id><published>2009-12-03T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:11:26.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><title type='text'>Day out with the Kepong Boy, Selayang Footballer, and Miri Dancer</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I actually had a full list of things to do during that day to keep me busy and to stop procrastinating. I failed to do the first 2 things on my list which was going to the gym and then to the bank. Reason being that I got sick at the time with another migraine attack. So I decided to head on over to college to start on the other things on my to-do-list. I did some of them in the morning, but later on I met up with Vinod and Zjen Thak inside the AUP office which kind of made me procrastinate my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for lunch at Subway with Jessica and Jerusha at the time. Jessica and I shared a foot-long sandwich while Zjen Thak and Vinod had their own 6-inch sandwiches. Jerusha just had a cookie and we all just talked a lot over lunch. After we were done eating, Zjen Thak and Vinod invited me to go to Sunway Pyramid with them to window shop for some winter clothes before they leave. So yet again, I procrastinated my work that day to another day and hung out with both of them at Pyramid until evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both quite hyper over there and we all just talked and joked around here and there while spotting some hot girls on the way hahaha! We waited until Amos came to pick us up at Pyramid to go to his house in Kepong. On the way there, we stopped for tea at a restaurant that Amos said was good. I really liked the dessert he bought hahhaha! I think it was called... Tong Tsui if I'm not mistaken. There were a lot of variations of Tong Tsui but I enjoyed the peanut the most hahaha! It tasted really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to pick up his mom at her office. Over at the office everyone knew Amos since his mom is the boss. But they were all very curious of me, Vinod and Zjen Thak and some even came up to the car window to stare at us hahahah!! After his mom came, she drove all of us back to their house. This was the first time I went to Amos' house so I expected to see some green plants over there being the environmentalist that he is, and I was right. His house was decorated beautifully with all these plants and flowers surrounding a fish pond with a bench for people to just sit and enjoy viewing the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, we stayed and hung out in Amos' room for a few hours. His room was quite nice and I like that he had did some creative things inside his room. He showed us some of his past artwork and it was really impressive to see how his talent grew each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went for dinner at Petaling Jaya, SS 2. Amos took us to this restaurant called.... Gosh I couldn't remember the first name but it ended with Paris. It was a chinese restaurant and I was really mesmerized with the service. The food came so fast, the tables were clean very fast, and the staffs were very polite. I accidentally ate something that I wasn't suppose to, but the staff and boss came to apologize to me that time which shows just how humble and polite they are to their customers. I gave it a 5 out of 5 star for service. Food was really nice as well. When we had already started eating, Celine came and join us for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of us talked for hours, and Celine was so happy that she finally made a comment to Vinod that he took it to his heart personally and wouldn't let go what she said the whole night hahahaha!! Poor Amos got bullied by Vinod and Zjen Thak at the time as well. They all started telling all sorts of stories back when they were living inside the My Place apartment opposite of our college. Most of it hilarious hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to the Starbucks nearby and hung out there until we had to go home. We had some heart-to-heart moments over there, everyone sharing their problems with one another. It was really nice. Celine had to leave early since her mom had arrived to pick her up. After that the four of us hung out there until it was nearly 11.30pm. Amos asked if I wanted to go home straight or follow them to SS 15 for awhile. I told him to send me back first since I still had my migraine actually, but it was feeling better at the time. Just that I was feeling very tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a nice day out with all of them. Took my mind off of some things that had been happening so far. I'm suppose to be doing my to-do-list today but, I guess I'm procrastinating it again until tomorrow... maybe hahahaha! Till next time people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-5023708348666269710?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/5023708348666269710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinner-with-kepong-boy-selayang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5023708348666269710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5023708348666269710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinner-with-kepong-boy-selayang.html' title='Day out with the Kepong Boy, Selayang Footballer, and Miri Dancer'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-2218667884489596596</id><published>2009-11-25T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:10:39.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Singapore Trip!</title><content type='html'>Hey people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I've been so lazy to post things up on the blog and I have to apologize for that hahahaha! The holiday has made me become a very, very, VERY lazy person (even more so than I was before). Anyway, as most of you probably have known by now I went to Singapore last weekend to visit some old friends of mine. It was definitely a memorable trip I can tell you that hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's start from the beginning. Last Friday I went to Singapore by bus with my sister, aunt, and 2 cousins. The bus trip was okay I guess except for some noisy people upfront. I was seated away from my family all the way at the back row. The guy next to me brought his laptop to watch some movies on the bus. One time he was juggling between his laptop and his food that he almost dropped the laptop. Luckily he caught it in time or else he was going to pay for more than what he bargained for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole bus trip reading on the book that I got from my sister's friend for my birthday. It was called "The Master of the Game" by Sidney Sheldon. It was a really, really good book to read and my praises and worships to the author. He really did his research before writing that book. I'll tell all of you more on that book on another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when we reached Singapore, we headed for our hotel called the "Fragrance Crystal Hotel" in the Geylang area. My sister and aunt booked the place and didn't know that it was a red district area until I told them hahahahaha!!! FYI for those of you who don't know what red district means, basically it's where all the prostitutes work. Yes, you heard me hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a fancy dinner at an Italian restaurant called Prego. It was seriously overpriced. Luckily, my sister's friend was buying dinner for all of us so we didn't have to spend a single penny for the food. I had the spinach for dinner and it was horrid. I literally threw up in my mouth. For being an Italian restaurant, it didn't really have that much pasta food selections. There were at least 3 birthdays being celebrated at the restaurant that night. Talk about coincidence huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I spent the whole day with my friends from Singapore. There was an Anime convention/festival going on and so they took me there. Some of them were cosplaying for the event and some were one of the organizers of the event. It was really quite an interesting event and I really enjoyed myself. I waited for them at the MRT station to go to the event. Elena told me to wait for her at 2.30pm. It was 2.50pm until I called her and she said she'd be there at 3. So I waited and saw Cass at the station with Makoto and Vincent. We were all waiting for Elena to show up. You see a lot of interesting people inside the MRT I tell you. There was a transvestite walking past us while we were waiting, and there was also a guy wearing only boxers with a fishing pole and another guy wearing a pink dress. Yeah, the image was burned into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was 3.30pm that time and Elena was still no where to be seen. So we all decided to just ditch her at the station and meet her at the event hahahaha!!! The ticket lines were quite long but we managed to get them faster than we anticipated. Elena showed up later on and didn't recognize me hahahaha! She thought Cassie's cousin was me and said "Wah! You changed a lot wei!" Hahahahah!!! There were a lot of people cosplaying at the event, and some of them I have to admit looked really hot and sexy. But some just ruined the image of the characters like this dude cosplaying as Roxas from Kingdom Hearts. He was not only overweight, but he had too much make-up on him. Yeah, that ruined the image of Roxas for me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a Moe Moe Cafe inside the hall where the waitresses dressed up really cute, like characters in anime that are wearing maid costumes. Unfortunately, the food costs a bomb from what I heard. Later on, we found Claude managing some of the artworks display during the event. We were all looking for Denise where she seemed to have been out of the radar of everyone. Elena was pissed that we couldn't find her. After a long search, we finally found her cosplaying. She was tired already from doing all sorts of posses while people took pictures of her. We were all feeling kind of parched later that day and decided to go and have a drink at Starbuck's Coffee. Over there, we met up with Ivan. He sort of reminded me of LP in a lot of ways. And we all had a shock of our lives later on when we found out that he was actually 28 years old when we thought that he looked 20 hahahaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling ourselves with some Starbucks, we went back to the event to get Claude and Denise's stuff to go out for dinner. There were two groups going for dinner, us and the cosplayers. Denise and Claude went to have dinner with the cosplayers while the rest of us went for dinner at Just Asia. It took quite awhile for us to get a table inside that place, but we managed to eventually. The food wasn't that bad I guess. Something like what you can find in Asia Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we all cam-whored at the Christmas tree outside the building. It took quite some time as Ivan was trying to be a perfectionist in taking the photo hahahahah! Elena got fed up waiting and she just used her DSLR and cam-whored herself hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished cam-whoring, we went to the station and said our goodbyes. On my way back to the hotel, a prostitute approached me and asked me to hire her. I kept saying no thanks but she kept persisting. She was about 30-40 years old I think. Then when she wouldn't give up, I said "Sorry I'm gay." and I thought that was going to stop her. She then responds with "Oh, I can go both ways." Yeah, let's just end the story there HAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my sister, cousin and I went out for breakfast while my aunt and other cousin stayed over at a relative's house. The taxi drivers are really nice over there. Anyways, we ate at a Singaporean version of a Mamak store. It wasn't that bad really. Afterwards we went and shopped at a flea market nearby. Prices were just dirt cheap at the time hahahah! Afterwards we went to the station and waited for the bus to go home. And that was about it for the Singapore trip. It was really quite interesting, especially the prostitute part HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-2218667884489596596?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/2218667884489596596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/11/singapore-trip.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2218667884489596596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2218667884489596596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/11/singapore-trip.html' title='Singapore Trip!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4767226611128146277</id><published>2009-11-18T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:34:37.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>2 Months of Agony!</title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating. Just too damn lazy to blog these past few weeks hahahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, now that I finally got my 2 months break, I find myself lost in what I should be doing. I feel so empty this holiday due to the fact that almost everyone I know and hung out with is on holidays or has gone over to the States already. And those on holiday are gone for about a month or so. I tried to look for a part-time job for this month, keyword being '&lt;i&gt;tried'&lt;/i&gt;, but there's just nothing that catches my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to do some Ed Board work to fill up my time, but there just isn't that much left to do right now. We might be getting a sponsorship for color from &lt;i&gt;NST&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;(News Straight Times)&lt;/i&gt; but that is yet to be determined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to read off some books I got from a friend of my sister, but whenever I tried to read it something comes up and stops me from reading it. The title of the books are "&lt;i&gt;Master of the Game&lt;/i&gt;" by &lt;i&gt;Sidney Sheldon&lt;/i&gt;, and "&lt;i&gt;Mistress of the Game&lt;/i&gt;" by &lt;i&gt;Tilly Bagshawe&lt;/i&gt; based on &lt;i&gt;Sidney Sheldon&lt;/i&gt;. I'm starting with the first book I mentioned and so far it seems very interesting. Good thing to fill up my time for about... 2 days I think before I finish reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking that I should be taking a class on self-defense or something in the lines of that, cause lately I've been feeling the need to punch something. Release of some stress hahahahaha!!! So far nothing came across my mind just yet, but I'm keeping my eyes and ears wide open for anything interesting, cheap, and nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be registering myself in &lt;i&gt;TOEFL&lt;/i&gt; soon, but I haven't had the time to go to the center and register just yet... Okay that's total bull crap since I've got nothing but time on my hands right now. I'm just too lazy to walk there and register hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be taking my driver's test soon hopefully, when my mom and stepfather gets one of their friends to teach me. Don't worry, I'll give everyone a fair warning when I get to be on the road hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been craving to watch some movies lately, but there just isn't anyone to go and watch it with. It's kind of boring to watch movies alone, and I lost interest in watching soon afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been playing some online games again since I got my internet line back inside my house. Been addicted to this new game called &lt;i&gt;Emil Chronicle Online&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;ECO &lt;/i&gt;in short that LP introduced to me some time ago. Damn you LP!!! Because of you I've become a lifeless soul once again! SOBZ... Hahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be starting a new blog soon after hearing someone's suggestion. Don't worry, I'll still update this blog hahahah! That new blog is going to be a little more... professional based. I'll be writing something like reviews and stuff like that on that blog, but I'm not entirely sure yet on what reviews I'd be doing on just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be going to Singapore this Friday until Sunday hahaha! Will be meeting some old friends of mine in Singapore after not seeing them for almost... 2 years I think? And we've all known each other for about 6 years hahaha! Damn that's one of the longest friendship I have thus far hahahaha!!! Will let all of you know how that trip goes when I get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all I can say for now as there isn't much story in this holiday to write on. Oh well, progress everyday I guess. See you all next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-4767226611128146277?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4767226611128146277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-months-of-agony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4767226611128146277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4767226611128146277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-months-of-agony.html' title='2 Months of Agony!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7271424090357834013</id><published>2009-11-06T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:31:21.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Brother..</title><content type='html'>Tonight I say goodbye to a close friend of mine. He left for holidays in Japan and from there he'll be going straight away to the States. I won't see him again until he comes back around middle of next year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was my first real best friend for a long time. I wasn't as close to anyone as I was to him. He knew things that I've kept hidden from the world. He was there for me when no one else seem to have been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I met him during INTIMA Week on my first semester at INTI, I was thinking "Wow this guy dresses like one of those serious reporters or bosses...". Never did I thought that he could be as silly and blur as I came to know after getting closer to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then, he became my personal driver after awhile at some period of time. We'd go and get ourselves lost in KL just to look at some books or some gadgets. I remember one time, we forgot where we parked the car and we went looking for it for quite some time hahaha! We both guessed the wrong floors for the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'd always eat together most of the time. He'd sometimes feed me with tuna because I resembled a stray cat apparently. We'd always share a foot-long sandwich from subway and split the bill and cookies. We usually had the same taste for food so it wasn't a problem for either of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'd share with each other our experiences, our happiness, our pains, until at some point we became as close as brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until a few months ago, we started drifting away from each other and didn't talk that much anymore. We still talked with each other, the occasional "Hi" and "Bye" but that was about it. We didn't really eat together anymore. We were both dealing with our own problems I guess, and we started to lose each other from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too long ago, we started talking again, but not as much as we did before. Better an improvement than a loss I'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's the most forgetful, blur-cased, unselfish, polite, push-over, anti-socialist, Apple promoting, Mac loving, race junkie, knowledgeable, easy to bully, driving monkey, crazy dancing, failed at cute acting, anime loving dummy in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD! But I'm proud to call him my brother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to miss you because I already do miss you, and I won't be able to see you until you come back for summer. Even if we don't talk as much as we did before, I know that we won't lose touch of each other, because like it or not, your stuck with me as a brother forever. Take care over there bro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-7271424090357834013?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7271424090357834013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7271424090357834013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7271424090357834013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-brother.html' title='Goodbye Brother..'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-5240613484152786679</id><published>2009-11-02T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:23:08.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Surprise Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright I'm a little late but I'll update you on what happened on Sunday hahahah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I had a nice lunch with Edison, where he bought me a slice of cake from &lt;i&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/i&gt; and a &lt;i&gt;Beryl's&lt;/i&gt; chocolate hahaha! We ate at the &lt;i&gt;Old Town White Coffee&lt;/i&gt; at SS15, which was okay2 only I guess. It wasn't so bad, but not that great either haha! Our lunch lasted about an hour until he had somewhere he had to go, so I was stranded with nothing to do until Sie Hui picks me up for the movie later. So I just wasted about two hours inside &lt;i&gt;FTZ, &lt;/i&gt;the cybercafe. Waste of money to be honest, there wasn't much to do there alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I just went to college for a little while and checked who's around. Apparently a lot of students are still having exams, I think it's the diploma students. They were studying all over the concourse and the reading room. Then I met Kiet at the reading room and I just talked with him awhile until he had to go somewhere and meet someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around three something, Sie Hui came to college and picked me up to go for the movies, but we were early so we went window shopping first. After that, we went to pick up the tickets where we met Pok over there. "Surprise!" both of them said, and so it was Pok, Sie Hui and me at the movies. I asked who else is coming, and she just played the fifth amendment on me. On the way out of the movies we saw Tynnkerbel. What a coincidence! Apparently her excuse was that she was meeting some old secondary friends for a movie over here. Okay... Didn't buy that for a second hahaha!! She said her other half couldn't come because he had some family dinner going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to look around for a little while until the movie started. Then on the way back to the cinema, we met Ben &amp;amp; Stephy where he said surprise!!! He told me earlier that he had some counseling work to do so he couldn't come. Apparently, I was his patient of the day hahaha!! So then the six of us went for the movie, 'Law Abiding Citizen' which was awesome!!! Gave it a 9 out of 10 rating. Tell you more about the movie on another post. After the movies, we walked around for a bit until it was seven sharp. Then we headed to &lt;i&gt;TGI Friday&lt;/i&gt;s for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, another surprise was waiting for me. JC, Zjen Thak, Vinod and Kiet were waiting for me there. JC even brought along Squat hahahah!! I was so surprised because it was really unexpected! Especially Vinod and Zjen Thak being there because they already said earlier that they had to go to &lt;i&gt;Selayang&lt;/i&gt; to attend a wedding. They came all the way back to celebrate with me. Thanks guys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little while later, Jerusha and Hafizah joined in as well. Wow, really didn't expect a lot of company that night so it was really a surprise for me. They got me to wear this green cat ears that JC made for me the whole night hahahah! They also gave me 'Dexter' season one and an English-BM dictionary translation hahahahahah!!! Thanks everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, they made me stand on the chair, the usual &lt;i&gt;TGI Fridays &lt;/i&gt;tradition. I had to blow my candles from far far away hahahaha!! After that I had to find a cherry in a pile of whipped cream with my mouth, where JC, Vinod and Zjen Thak so kindly pushed my head deep into the whipped cream hahahaha!!! After that I splattered some on Tuan Tynn, JC, Sie Hui, Ben, and Zjen Thak hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then had a group photo session before leaving the restaurant. It was kind of funny and chaotic at the same time hahahaha!!! After that Sie Hui, Poke, JC, Tuan Tynn and myself went for an after-party to get drunk on fruit juice over at &lt;i&gt;Asia Cafe&lt;/i&gt; hahahaha!!! It was great as we ordered 2 jugs of different fruit juice and mixed them all together. We were telling each other all sorts of lame jokes and even some racists and dirty ones as well hahahah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Su7La36sK5I/AAAAAAAAARg/HHWiZVYS164/s400/TGI+Fridays+Birthday+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399476665810955154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we called it a night and went back home. It was the best birthday I've had thus far. Thanks everyone for making my birthday a very happy one! You guys are the best and the only wish I made on that day was for me to be able to continue my friendship with everyone. I love you guys! I'll post the photos of the night once I finish snatching all of them from all the cameras hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-5240613484152786679?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/5240613484152786679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5240613484152786679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5240613484152786679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise-party.html' title='Surprise Party!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Su7La36sK5I/AAAAAAAAARg/HHWiZVYS164/s72-c/TGI+Fridays+Birthday+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-5749523981253932008</id><published>2009-10-31T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:01:27.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Connected again! Halloween Dinner! Movie!</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes the title does seem messy because there are three things I'll be writing about on this post hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I'm connected online again!!! I finally managed to get the P1Wiimax. It was kind of random. It was a regular Friday afternoon and I was going to go for a movie with LP and Sie Hui. I wasn't planning to look for the P1Wiimax guy at all but suddenly, there he was right in front of me. Of course I couldn't pass this opportunity even though it meant an extra trip to the bank which was like on the other side of the world! (Yes, I'm being over dramatic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways... After I finished getting it, Sie Hui and I were waiting for LP to arrive which he took his time... A LONG Time to reach. When he finally reached, he was busy being a tutor to all the CSC 101 students who are having exams later on. After a few hours, we left to go to Pyramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we had dinner at &lt;i&gt;Pasta Zanmai&lt;/i&gt;. Very very nice and very very expensive hahaha! Sie Hui and I extorted LP of his wallet to pay for the early dinner hahahah! Thanks LP! They took me out that Friday to have an early birthday celebration hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went for the movies. We watched "The Time Traveller's Wife" which was so so so good and romantic and sad! Loved it lots. Sie Hui and LP ended up in tears at the end. I almost cried, but it wasn't strong enough to break me to tears hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LP then sent me home along with Sie Hui. He gave me two of his bags filled with textbooks and told me I could keep them including the bags. Thanks again LP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was Friday hahaha! Fast forward to today! Halloween night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to say about today other than the Halloween birthday dinner my family took me for. We went to the &lt;i&gt;Manhattan Fish Market&lt;/i&gt; for dinner. It was quite nice, not bad but the Halloween special wasn't really my cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all there is to say for now hahahha! My birthday will officially be in 2 more hours hahahah! So far my plans for tomorrow is just going to the movies with Sie Hui and later have dinner. Everyone else is busy tomorrow I think. Tell all of you more about it tomorrow night hahah! Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-5749523981253932008?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/5749523981253932008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/10/connected-again-halloween-dinner-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5749523981253932008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5749523981253932008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/10/connected-again-halloween-dinner-movie.html' title='Connected again! Halloween Dinner! Movie!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7019143299411224630</id><published>2009-10-29T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:03:49.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>It's Over!!!</title><content type='html'>The last test of the year!!! Finally it's over!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably have realized, I'm talking about my final exams for this semester. I just finished it about an hour ago with satisfying results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried at the beginning that I would fail both my subjects and that I would have to repeat them all over again. But as I did the papers, I found it to be very easy. Just that for my statistics exam I did not have enough time to finish the paper so I lost a few marks there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted my marks that most likely I'll be getting at least a B for both of them. I'm aiming for a B+ or an A- though hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have some time for myself. I'll be able to start posting regularly again! ... Well not that regular as I still haven't gotten an internet line for myself. But I will be soon when I can actually find a P1 Wiimax person. It seems that when I need to find one of those guys, they don't seem to show up anywhere. Anyone got an idea where their office is in Subang Jaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna go off for now as I want to start celebrating my freedom! Tell all of you about the updates some other time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-7019143299411224630?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7019143299411224630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7019143299411224630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7019143299411224630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over!!!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-2004415545154183537</id><published>2009-10-21T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:11:55.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute'/><title type='text'>Last two weeks...</title><content type='html'>The semester is finally coming to an end. In less than two weeks, I won't be able to see familiar faces that I'm so used to seeing in college anymore. I have to say goodbye to most of them soon. It's sad to see friends go, but it's good to see them move on and advance in their lives, getting closer and closer to their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Jessica, who do's her best in being a 4.0 and not to mention an incredible friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Zjen Thak, being his crazy self and doing so many random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Vinod, playing his futsal inside AUP, and always show how much he cares for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Aaron, always checking on the latest movies and giving us updates on it, and his robotic personality haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing KC, always doing work on her MacBook inside the AUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Daryl, always 'Daryling' people all over college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Edison, even if he does have face problem hahaha! (Just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Jean, always being a little blur and a little crazy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Joel, being his blurcase self in college, yet still up for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Pauline, always getting bullied by Zjen Thak, or was it the other way around haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing Stella, her friendly smile and humor that lights up AUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing a lot more people than just the few that I've mentioned above. I won't be able to see their faces in college anymore after next week. It saddens me to say goodbye to them but I know that I should be happy for them. Selfish me, thinking of how I'd feel when they leave, when I should be thinking how would they feel, leaving everyone they know to go to another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all make lots of memories together, in these last few weeks we have together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-2004415545154183537?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/2004415545154183537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2004415545154183537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2004415545154183537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-two-weeks.html' title='Last two weeks...'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-8243125917157344144</id><published>2009-10-11T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:51:24.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>A Comforting Hand</title><content type='html'>It's nice to know, that even as everything started crashing down there are still people out there, still understanding and still cared for you. A lot has been going wrong this past few months, and I seemed to have been distancing myself from mentioning my problems to my friends. I did not want to spoil anyone's mood so far so I've tried my best to keep up a smile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to be a hard thing to do nowadays as conditions started to turn from bad to worse. But it's nice to know, that I still have friends out there who care for me. I had started breaking the walls around me and seek comfort from some of my friends. I hated the idea of burdening them, but if I didn't do so, it would just kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this was another way of reaching out to people, being closer to each other. We tell each other what our problems are, and we seek a comforting hand from one another to get through all of this. It keeps the world going round. They say that the world isn't perfect, but I'd like to think that perfection is in the eye of the beholder, and to me, this is what makes the world perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry guys for being such an imbecilic troublemaker, and thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-8243125917157344144?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/8243125917157344144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/10/comforting-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8243125917157344144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8243125917157344144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/10/comforting-hand.html' title='A Comforting Hand'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-6476456453914820289</id><published>2009-09-24T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:49:03.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute'/><title type='text'>Bye 'Atuk'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't been posting. I lost the internet connection at my house and a lot of things have been happening since the holiday started last Friday. Today's post will be a little bit emo so for those who hate it when I write emotional stuff on my blog, you've been warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out last Friday that my grandfather, or 'atuk' as me, my siblings and my cousins like to call him, was sick. He had cancer, and my family and I didn't heard the news until Friday. He's been diagnosed with cancer for the past 6 months, and last week they told us he had only a few days left to live. We were all shocked by this piece of information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we went to visit him after hearing that last Friday, he looked so different, so sick. He couldn't walk, he couldn't talk, he couldn't move at all other than his fingers and toes. Even moving those were a struggle for him. I couldn't help myself but cry when I saw him like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered the times when I would visit him often when I was little, with my dad, mom, brother and sister. We always had fun at his house. There was no sadness, no suffering, just happiness. I used to see my grandpa and grandma working n their garden, trying to grow some vegetables for themselves and flowers as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I remembered playing in their house with my cousins. We were playing tag inside the house and our grandmother would be yelling at us, but grandpa was always the 'cool' one and joined in the fun with us. He always had a smile on his face, never showing any sadness. We played pirates, we played card games, and many more inside that house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During Christmas, everyone would gather in grandpa and grandma's house to be together. I remember that they would always have the same small Christmas tree every year, but with different decorations on it. Below the tree would be our presents from them, which were always so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was just a little boy, he would carry me around, going to places. He would introduce me to some of his friends. He would teach me things about the society that I didn't already know. He would help me with some of my homeworks in anyway he can. He would always be there whenever I needed comfort. I'll miss all of what he has been doing for me a lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa always had a smile on his face. He never showed sadness in front of anybody intentionally. He loved to make people laugh. He loved to joke around. He loved all of us equally, regardless of our sins or whatsoever. He loved making our faces smile whenever he can. He cared for his friends. He cared for his family. He was William Harry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't hear your voice anymore. I can't feel your comforting hand anymore. I can't see your smile anymore. I can't smell the cologne you use to wear on you anymore. I can't taste anything that you cooked anymore. It saddens me for this to happen, but I know that a piece of you would always remain in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have touched our lives in so many ways. We grew so much from having your presence. You made us all happy, and we hope that we did the same for you. I shall say goodbye to you, without being sad, as I know that you wouldn't like it. Bye 'Atuk'!!! Take care on the other side and say hello to 'Papa' for me!!!&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In loving memory of William Harry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A good husband,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A good Father,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A good Grandfather,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A good Friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4992762099622780145-6476456453914820289?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/6476456453914820289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-atuk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6476456453914820289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6476456453914820289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-atuk.html' title='Bye &apos;Atuk&apos;!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-2047134332878026065</id><published>2009-09-13T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:14:00.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Review'/><title type='text'>Fig &amp; Olives at Sunway Pyramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Restaurant Review Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's that time of the week again! Time for me to review some stuffs that I can't really do on the INTI Insider because of all the sensorship the management of ICSJ gave me. Yes!!! Time for an eye scorching review of things you like, things you hate, things you don't even know about! This time, I'll be giving a review to the restaurant &lt;i&gt;Fig &amp;amp; Olives&lt;/i&gt;, located at Sunway Pyramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SqyblT_vLOI/AAAAAAAAARY/fyTN4e6q5AI/s400/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380846720125971682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went there with Bentan, Sie Hui, and Susan to eat dinner because &lt;i&gt;Tarbush&lt;/i&gt; was already full at the time. We all decided to eat at &lt;i&gt;Fig &amp;amp; Olive&lt;/i&gt; at the recommendation of the information's desk. When we first got there, it looked so empty and we were wondering that if it's empty because the food wasn't good or what. Boy our questions were answered fast. The service there was kind of horrible. The waiters weren't exactly easy to call on. But they do give a service with a smile, even if they are ignorant towards their customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, the choices of the food. The food wasn't exactly spread out in variety. It was more focused on western food. Another thing I would like to complain is the menu. Their descriptions of what they have are horrible. Some don't even have descriptions. Like their specialty drinks. They just put the name of the drink and the prices which ranged from RM9.50-RM10.00 without even a description of what the drink really is as they changed the names of the drinks to their liking. We had to ask the waiter to know what we were ordering for our throats to hydrate on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food portion, I can't really complain on it much. It was quite big even if the prices are a little bit expensive. I'd say it's worth it as the food portion is enough to stuff you full. Not to mention that it tastes quite nice as well. But I would like to complain on their &lt;i&gt;Sicilian Tuna Penne&lt;/i&gt; was that it wasn't spicy enough. I tried it with one bite from Sie Hui and I could tell straight away that it didn't feel spicy at all. It felt more like tomato ketchup from a bottle than a homemade chilli sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides that, the atmosphere was nice I guess. But it can't win as a romantic date spot as there are no secluded or quiet tables around. More towards friends gathering and family lunch/dinner. Overall I think I'll give it a rating of 6 out of 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-2047134332878026065?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/2047134332878026065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/fig-olives-at-sunway-pyramid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2047134332878026065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2047134332878026065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/fig-olives-at-sunway-pyramid.html' title='Fig &amp; Olives at Sunway Pyramid'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SqyblT_vLOI/AAAAAAAAARY/fyTN4e6q5AI/s72-c/IMG_0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4849344135571540694</id><published>2009-09-13T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:46:29.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event Review'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan Bazaar Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;Hey people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that it's been awhile since I last posted. I currently have no internet connection at home, so I had to come to college on a Sunday to leech off the WiFi. Anyways~ Moving on to what happened last week on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sie Hui had planned to eat with Bentan that day after we all called him the day before to join us to eat. Unfortunately he was busy at the time so planned for the next day instead. We hadn't decide on where to eat, but we were definitely sure on meeting with each other at 6pm. Then, J.C. Suggested that we go to the Ramadhan Bazaar near SS18 like we did the week before. So we all unanimously agreed as Sie Hui and Bentan haven't had any bazaar food from there yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were six of us going at the time, 2 cars. J.C. was driving Tynnkerbel and Daniel there first and Ben was driving Sie Hui and I. Funny thing is, we got there first before they did even though they left first hahahah! Apparently they got stuck in a traffic jam along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we had reached there first, we decided to survey the place and check out which food we all wanted to buy. There were so many choices, but then again most of them are selling the same old thing. The bazaar at SS18 was big I guess, but it felt smaller than it was last time. There wasn't really much variety foodwise as everyone was selling basically the same thing at the same prices. Though some chose to be entrepreneurs and sell it at a cheaper price or at a larger quantity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, after J.C.'s group reached the place, we started buying our food already. We bought a lot of food from the bazaar that day to make it look like a feast hahaha! For myself, I bought a &lt;i&gt;Nasi Ayam, Nasi Tomato, and Kebab Pita.&lt;/i&gt; The rice was nice, but the kebab was horrible. I regretted buying it after I ate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I eat of course, we were waiting for the time to break my phast to arrive, and we all went to &lt;i&gt;Asia Cafe&lt;/i&gt; to eat our spoils of bargains. Bentan and I ordered a Large Tropical Fruit Juice from AC, which looked seriously good. It was a three-layered fruit drink. Bottom layer was &lt;i&gt;Dragonfruit, &lt;/i&gt;middle was &lt;i&gt;Mango,&lt;/i&gt; and to top it off, &lt;i&gt;Honeydew.&lt;/i&gt; All of you should try it sometime. It's seriously good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our table was so funny as it was infested with food everywhere. And here's the good part. No utensils to eat it with hahahaha!! Bentan had the idea of getting some utensils from buying some chicken from &lt;i&gt;Uncle Bob's Chicken.&lt;/i&gt; It worked in a way, he got two forks and two spoons. I just ate my food with my hand since I'm use to it already. J.C. and Tynnkerbel were eating their portions with some of the utensils Bentan got as well. Don't ask me how four people use two forks and two spoons to eat. Hahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bentan and I got a little high on the fruit juice. Then again, Bentan was already feeling high before hahaha! For me, I get high when I drink any fruit juice. It's like my &lt;i&gt;beer &lt;/i&gt;to get me drunk. We all started talking lots and lots of crap at the table and laughing our heads off everytime. We got so full when we finished eating everything, especially Bentan as he bought a lot of food at the bazaar with a side-dish of chicken from &lt;i&gt;Uncle Bob's&lt;/i&gt; hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He agreed to send me home so we said goodbye to Sie Hui and walked to the direction of his car along with J.C. and Tynnkerbel behind us, walking at the same direction. The two of them were staying away from both of us as we were acting like complete drunkards at the time hahahahah!!! This is what happens when I drink any fruit juice. After that, Bentan dropped me off at my guardhouse where I saw my aunt and cousin there waiting for my mom and sis. I was wondering what's up and why are they waiting here. Apparently my other cousin just had her third baby that day. Yay!!! I have another nephew~ They still haven't decide on a name for him yet though haha! But he's so cute and little and so red hahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, that's all for now. I need to go and finish up my lab reports and assignments now before I procrastinate it until the very last minute again. See ya people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-4849344135571540694?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4849344135571540694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadhan-bazaar-feast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4849344135571540694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4849344135571540694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadhan-bazaar-feast.html' title='Ramadhan Bazaar Feast'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-2095374546341247367</id><published>2009-09-07T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:37:51.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>New Old Hobby Revived!</title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, don't worry I'm done with the emo posts for now hahaha! I was feeling too inspired during those times that I just couldn't help myself. Anyway, moving on to a newfound past time of mine. I've recently been feeling very interested in giving people massages again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use to like giving massages, even when I was little. I always watched how happy those people on tv or my family members and how relaxed they were whenever they got the massages. All their troubles and worries seemed to have washed away from them. It seemed as though it had some magical powers, my thoughts were back when I was little. And so I started getting interested in giving people massages, because I wanted everyone to be happy at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after awhile and a few chain of events, I had lost interest in giving and receiving massages. That is up until I started in INTI. Back then, I think it was Alexis who got me interested in giving people massages again. When she was massaging the stiff necks of others, as I watched her perform it, the magic from when I was little came back, little by little. Though, I still didn't like receiving massages, unless I completely trust that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays, I've really gotten interested in giving massages again. I even bought the oil for it. But unfortunately, I don't really have a practice dummy on which I can train myself in giving massages. I got Benjamin to help me out in practicing the neck and shoulder massage, but that is without using any oils. He still enjoyed it though hahaha! I'm gonna try and see if he wants to be my practice dummy for the other parts as well. Then I could at least improve my skills as a masseuse hahahaa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides Benjamin, honestly I don't really know who else would like to get free massages. Amos was my practice dummy before for the neck and shoulder and slight back as well. But now that he's not in INTI anymore, I can't practice on him anymore. Sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching a lot of online videos on different techniques for massaging, but it all seemed still too good for me. Some of them are simple, and I know how to do it. It's just the amount of power that I have to use on different people are different. So I'm not really sure if I'm doing it too soft or too hard. This is why I need more practice with this... Especially with using the oil for massaging. I still haven't used it on anyone besides myself, which was on my legs. It felt good, but not as good as someone else doing it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another problem if I wanted to practice using the oil on anyone would be location. I can't really do it in my room as I'm sharing it with my brother, and it's quite hard to find someone who stays around and would like to try it. I can stay over at the person's house I guess, but then it still depends on things like if the person is comfortable with it, and what day would it be as I have classes on every weekday. Probably the only free time I have is Saturday and Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I guess I'll try my luck with asking some people like Benjamin. If I'm lucky, I could find someone who would let me try it all. We'll see how it goes. Okay, enough procrastinating. It's time to finish up some assignments and prepare for INTIMA Week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-2095374546341247367?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/2095374546341247367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-old-hobby-revived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2095374546341247367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2095374546341247367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-old-hobby-revived.html' title='New Old Hobby Revived!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-3286558579830351843</id><published>2009-09-04T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:55:54.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everyone feels afraid once in awhile. But what happens when we let fear take control of our lives? Should we just stand idle and let it happen, or do we fight? Even if the fight were to be endless, should we continue to fight? Can we actually say that we'll keep fighting regardless of how tired or how exhausted we are...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;There are many things that I'm afraid of right now. I'm afraid of being alone. I'm afraid of losing friends. I'm afraid of letting others down. I'm afraid of being a lost cause for everyone. I'm afraid of saying goodbye to people. I'm afraid of being betrayed again by others. I'm afraid of losing control. I'm afraid of the future. I'm afraid of being away from home. I'm afraid of being at home. I'm afraid of trusting people. I'm afraid of it all and more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Do I let it control my life, or do I stand and fight, or do I run away from it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I chose to avoid it, but I still stand my ground trying to fend off that eerie feeling. Above all else, I will most definitely not let fear take control of my life. I may be of no use to myself, but I can still be of help to others who are facing problems as well. We can't let fear stop us from hoping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For when there is &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, there is a chance for &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; to exist...&lt;/i&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/4992762099622780145-3286558579830351843?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/3286558579830351843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3286558579830351843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3286558579830351843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4165820473082418707</id><published>2009-09-01T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:59:14.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Class has officially started already, as the September semester began just 12 hours ago. Wow, can't believe it's been more than a year since I came to ICSJ. I still remember, the first day that I became an INTI student. The first friend I made in college, J.C. The first group of people I hung out with, Naomi, Jean, Sharmini. My first lecturer, Miss Kamala. The first club I joined, Editorial Board. The first college event I went to, Orientation Night of May 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I still remember, the first time that I told anyone my secrets. It was only to those few people, whom I could trust with my life. I could always count on them. I wish I could have more time with them, but life has to go on at some point and we can't be in paradise forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The day that I went out with friends for the first time, just for fun, was with all of you. You asked me like a normal person, with no strings attached. Not out of pity, or out of exploition, but just for the fun of hanging out. Something that I haven't experience in a long time. It felt so good, to be a friend and not a victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;When I was drowning in misery, all of you were there to pull me out of that depth of darkness and into the surface of light. I had completely given up hope in anyone helping out of kindness, until I met all of you. I didn't want to accept it at the time, that there couldn't exist such warmth, such kindness, such sincerity... But it all changed in time. All of you successfully cracked open the shell that I've been hiding under for more than 10 years... just with simple sentences like "What are friends for?", "It's never too late", "Don't give up", "Whenever you need someone, I'm always there for you", "We're brothers aren't we?", "Your closer to me than anyone here *****". I'll never forget those words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The first working experience I ever felt, was wonderful. The people that I worked with, I couldn't ask for better co-workers. I felt the responsibility, and the feeling of being needed. For once, there wasn't a voice that said I was useless, that I can't help anyone. I loved the feeling of being wanted. It may sound like a selfish reason to help others, but that reason has made it possible for me to be of service to others. I grew so much from the experience. Both from working as a student helper in INTI, and for working inside the Editorial Board. Thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;My first birthday, that I celebrated with friends instead of just my family. All of you did it unsuspectingly, that day I thought that you were just being nice and said that you wanted to throw me a party. "That it was just all talk, but still nice of them to mention that", I thought at the time. It caught me by surprise when all of you really did do the party. I felt so accepted by everyone, so appreciated. The warmth that all of you gave me, I'll remember it always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;When I was far away in a different country, feeling down, all of you talked to me online, or sent me an email. We just talked, and it took my mind off of all the sadness that was in me. I didn't feel sad at all when I'm talking to all of you. I felt free, to be who I really was infront of you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;So much has happened in a span of a year. Many bonds were made and broken in just a year. Some I wish didn't have to end, and some I am grateful that it continued. I've had to say goodbye to so many good friends, that it makes me grief with such sadness. I can't believe that they're gone, just like that. Some have left for the U.S.A. and some had left INTI to pursue their careers or other studies, while others have completely lost touch with me that we never speak anymore. To those close friends of mine, thank you for all the wonderful memories that we've experienced. Especially to Han Sen, Alexis, Lik Pang, Amos, Sie Hui, Jonathan, Suzanne, Yi Qian and the rest of you guys. You've been the best, and I've had so much fun with all of you. I can't believe that most of you are gone from INTI already, but even if I don't believe that fact, it doesn't change what reality is. I'm happy for you guys, truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;After this semester, I'll lose even more friends. But I'll still have them for this semester. And I'm happy to be with all of them like Zjen Thak, Naomi, J.C., Jessica, Kiet, Sandy, Vinod, Joel, Daryl, and the rest of those who I haven't mentioned. All of you have touched my life in some way, and I hope that we could spend more days together than what's been given to us. It's a new beginning that I'm afraid what the outcome might be, but I won't know until I move forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you everyone for all the memories that I cherished that was made with all of you...&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/4992762099622780145-4165820473082418707?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4165820473082418707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4165820473082418707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4165820473082418707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning. . .'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-3284688819752353310</id><published>2009-08-30T04:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:21:09.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ED BOARD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute'/><title type='text'>ED BOARD Seniors and Others Farewell Party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey Guys and Girls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now this took place on Wednesday, 29th of July 2009. The committee of ED BOARD and I wanted to throw a farewell party to the seniors of ED BOARD who were leaving such as Alexis, LP, Han Sen, Suzanne, Han Lim, and our unofficial member, Jonathan hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The day started with us finally deciding that we would throw the party at Windmill's Restaurant. We booked the place already, but we failed to realize that Windmill was actually a tad too expensive for our tastes. So we changed the location at the last minute to Manhattan's Fish Market Restaurant. The price was slightly lower than Windmill's, so it was acceptable by everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;J.C. and I were the first to arrive and so we booked 20 places for the party. After that we went for a walk around Subang Parade and looked around for a nice cake and some farewell cards. Unfortunately, all of it were too pricey so we had to scrap that plan. Instead, Sie Hui and I came to a conclusion of buying donuts for everyone instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everyone arrived at the Malaysian time of course, which was about half an hour later than what we discussed hahaha!! As the price was quite expensive, most of us ended up sharing our food as the portion was quite big. LP, Sie Hui and I shared one platter which we couldn't even finish it ourselves. And the platter was originally made for two people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSlgLY-ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PWKk0G_Wyn0/s400/5540_136373701037_532946037_3235491_7204033_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375488803233921426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;While everyone was eating, J.C. and I went out to get the donuts for everyone. It was a bit of a stretch for the both of us as everyone had not paid for it so we ended up using our own money for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmS4zHClmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EkdaOVMcrmc/s400/5540_136373881037_532946037_3235523_1695849_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375489134733465186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;When we got back, everyone in the committee asked me to deliver a speech to commemorate the evening. Well, I had no other choice but to do so I guess. The other customers were giving us the stink eyes but who cares! It was our farewell to those who were leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmS4TINbQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lUi3e2djrwU/s400/5540_136373796037_532946037_3235507_7269736_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375489126148435202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Of course, there were a lot of pictures being taken that night. Too much that I can't post all of it on the blog unfortunately. But I will post some that are quite interesting I'd say such as these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmS5YEnXYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/raXDoafSYek/s1600-h/5540_136373931037_532946037_3235531_4632179_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmS5YEnXYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/raXDoafSYek/s400/5540_136373931037_532946037_3235531_4632179_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375489144655404418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; "&gt;Oh my gosh this is too hilarious!! Paparazzi shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmS4pyOTiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XTX3IOr0Cog/s1600-h/5540_136373856037_532946037_3235518_7900995_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmS4pyOTiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XTX3IOr0Cog/s400/5540_136373856037_532946037_3235518_7900995_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375489132230233634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A picture of a picture of a murder taking place haha!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSmgrMlOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/S6sstdpOAqY/s1600-h/5540_136373751037_532946037_3235499_2694337_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSmgrMlOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/S6sstdpOAqY/s400/5540_136373751037_532946037_3235499_2694337_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375488820547196130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Grandpa eating style hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSmeXV-WI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tStjz31rF0o/s1600-h/5540_136373716037_532946037_3235493_831420_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSmeXV-WI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tStjz31rF0o/s400/5540_136373716037_532946037_3235493_831420_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375488819927054690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Table 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;eating pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSmG5U7pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/z5LnwSHpfNw/s1600-h/5540_136373706037_532946037_3235492_4793599_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSmG5U7pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/z5LnwSHpfNw/s400/5540_136373706037_532946037_3235492_4793599_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375488813627141778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Table 1 eating pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSlX7LeDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1qVkDeC35f4/s1600-h/5540_136373681037_532946037_3235487_2524602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSlX7LeDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1qVkDeC35f4/s400/5540_136373681037_532946037_3235487_2524602_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375488801018443826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Sizzling hot platter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmTGxjSF0I/AAAAAAAAARA/ttahlQDcGM4/s1600-h/5540_136374056037_532946037_3235552_8133925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmTGxjSF0I/AAAAAAAAARA/ttahlQDcGM4/s400/5540_136374056037_532946037_3235552_8133925_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375489374833219394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Foreplay during dinner&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmS51BkFXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ez1tPbGpXvg/s1600-h/5540_136374036037_532946037_3235549_4470676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmS51BkFXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ez1tPbGpXvg/s400/5540_136374036037_532946037_3235549_4470676_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375489152427234674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The bill was more than what we thought. As you can see from the picture, it reached to that extent for 20 people! I guess it's not that bad, but still! After paying the bill we had another cam-whoring session for a little while before we part our ways and went home. We'll miss all of you! A memorable night for us all, especially on the holes on our wallets and purses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmTHZ1K62I/AAAAAAAAARI/QUkukR_99wc/s400/5540_136374076037_532946037_3235556_2252646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375489385645665122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Group shot!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmTHjo-_gI/AAAAAAAAARQ/86lQkhr8-F8/s400/5540_136374096037_532946037_3235559_743856_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375489388278906370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;The Jessica Loke Sexy Pose&lt;/span&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/4992762099622780145-3284688819752353310?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/3284688819752353310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/08/ed-board-seniors-and-others-farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3284688819752353310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3284688819752353310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/08/ed-board-seniors-and-others-farewell.html' title='ED BOARD Seniors and Others Farewell Party!!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpmSlgLY-ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PWKk0G_Wyn0/s72-c/5540_136373701037_532946037_3235491_7204033_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-5991063623205834587</id><published>2009-08-27T12:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:05:29.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event Review'/><title type='text'>INTI Ball 2009 - Mystical Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey boys and girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to talk about INTI Ball 2009 which was held at the PJ Hilton Hotel on the 17th of July 2009. It was a magical night indeed fitting the theme, Mystical Illusion. I was being a little bit skeptical of the night as last year's ball turn out to be very disappointing. But I decided to have an open mind as always and enjoy the night with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpYTiLyZ_GI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tVGGopcCtWs/s400/Copy+of+IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374504683313953890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;It cost me a bomb to prepare for the night, as I bought some formal pants, shoes, shirt, and a mask to prepare for the night. All overall cost me about, RM400++ just for that night. Least I can still wear them for presentations I guess. But of course, I'm not the worst as there were some who spent about RM800++ for the night. A night to remember for them I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the atmosphere of the night was, what can I say other than, majestic. It felt so much like a real black tie event, even though most of us weren't dressed that formal. I felt astounded by the atmosphere of that night. The people on the other hand, well... what can you expect from students? Hahaha! But it wasn't that bad. All of us were socializing with each other, making new friends and strengthening the bonds of old ones, and of course cam-whoring our way throughout the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was definitely better then last year's ball and they were smart enough to make it a buffet instead of a serve-in because this way the people got a chance to socialize more with others that are out of their circle group. The food last year was just horrible. It felt like I was eating economic rice. Sorry to say that, but it's true. This year the food tasted much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpYThfTKTjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ijCtdlACrpw/s400/6136_1173745497632_1047879003_531802_3202987_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374504671371742770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Next is one of the surprising things that I wasn't expecting at all. They were giving away some awards for people in categories and they called out my name suddenly out of the blue! Apparently I was one of the three people who won the most hardworking people in a club/society and was awarded with a merit award with a certificate hahaha! My pose in the picture is quite funny as I wasn't posing for the camera at all and yet it turned out like this. A few people and myself included commented that I look like a hairdresser or something ahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpYTh09d7gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VKLapnEgOi8/s400/6136_1173745657636_1047879003_531806_5040638_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374504677186334210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ah, performances, performances. What can I say? Some of them I really liked, and some of them I really hated. The band performances were great except for the occasional sound system problem. Another was the dance performance by Zjen Thak and his partner which was phenomenal, despite a slip up near the end of the performance, it gained great applause from the audience. The ones that I really didn't like at all were like the act put up by the MC. It was just horrible! I mean seriously, did they really paid for the guy to be MC and do some magic tricks which wasn't interesting at all?! Man, at least the foods good or I would have asked for my money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpYThGbSJfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/t52-96VQaBg/s400/6136_1173745457631_1047879003_531801_1121573_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374504664694924786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I think overall, the night was a success as they succeeded in learning from the mistakes of last year's ball, except for the MC. Oh well, nothing in this world is perfect right? I'm glad I went for the ball this year as I made some imperishable memories with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-5991063623205834587?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/5991063623205834587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/08/inti-ball-2009-mystical-illusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5991063623205834587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5991063623205834587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/08/inti-ball-2009-mystical-illusion.html' title='INTI Ball 2009 - Mystical Illusion'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SpYTiLyZ_GI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tVGGopcCtWs/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_0815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4201391215926459660</id><published>2009-08-26T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:06:42.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hey people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yesh! After a long one month absenty I'm back to the blogging world! But not just yet though. My internet right now is killing me so I won't write any stories until tomorrow. I'm also thinking of changing the blog layout as well. We'll see how it goes as I have all day tomorrow to fix it, finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;So many things are left untold, so many things needed to be told. I'll do my best to update everyone on what's been going on for the past two months, though I might be skipping some of the stories. We'll see how it goes. Tune in tomorrow folks!&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/4992762099622780145-4201391215926459660?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4201391215926459660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4201391215926459660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4201391215926459660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-2954633839400707902</id><published>2009-07-27T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:06:02.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event Review'/><title type='text'>Beau Bristow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;On the 2nd July 2009, Beau Bristow came to ICSJ to put on a show for us all. It was quite an interesting night. The concert was suppose to have started at 7.00pm but of course, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; timing got it to start at 8.30pm instead. Luckily the people who organized the concert were smart and told everyone that it was going to start at 7.00pm when it was actually going to start at 8.00pm. So overall, it started half an hour late than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sm2Dd3Veg9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KD5KLdOvdos/s1600-h/Beau+Bristow.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sm2Dd3Veg9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KD5KLdOvdos/s400/Beau+Bristow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363087280361604050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I was a little bit skeptical on how it was going to be. I've never actually listened to any of his music before so I wasn't sure of what to expect. I didn't really had a group of friends to go to during the concert at the time. But later on I found some people to hang out with so that was okay. I was thinking at the time if I would regret going to the concert. There were plenty of bright lights and people there so I would just end up worsening my migraine even further. But I just said what the hell as I already missed a lot of events because of the migraines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The music by Beau Bristrow was incredible. He was quite good and was good at improvising even when there was something wrong with the PA system. I ended up liking the concert very much. Alexis, Jessica, and many more people including myself were standing infront cheering and clapping so loudly together. We were doing all sorts of things that night. The rest of the audience on the other hand were quite... dead. They were so passive. I mean a clap or a wave once in awhile would have been great, instead they just stared and when the music stopped, they clapped for awhile and stopped again and listen to more of his songs. Repeat that step throughout the whole concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;When the concert was over, I went to buy his CD to get his signature as well. I was short on cash that night so I had to borrow from Suzanne who was also borrowing from other people hahaha! Anyway I managed to get his signature but he signed my name wrongly. Instead of writing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Qisti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; he wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quisti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;. But of course that was to be expected I guess. A lot of people had written my name wrongly before and still are. Could be worse. Overall I really enjoyed the concert regardless of the audience's attitude. It was a good night and I got my first ever signatured CD! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-2954633839400707902?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/2954633839400707902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/07/beau-bristow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2954633839400707902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2954633839400707902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/07/beau-bristow.html' title='Beau Bristow'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sm2Dd3Veg9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KD5KLdOvdos/s72-c/Beau+Bristow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-8250564245865967538</id><published>2009-07-26T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:06:15.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event Review'/><title type='text'>MPO Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hey all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm back to blogging now at the request of a few people I know and of my own will of course. I miss writing down everything so that I won't forget all the things that has happened in my life so far. Good times and bad. So, it's time to start out fresh again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;On June 28th 2009, I went to my first orchestra concert with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Music Appreciation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; class. It was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Smwpo8UTi1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/GbJDxH9791I/s1600-h/philharmonieinnen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Smwpo8UTi1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/GbJDxH9791I/s400/philharmonieinnen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362707039654218578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Concert hall of the MPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The day started out with me meeting up with YQ at the KTM station. It was my first time going anywhere by KTM in Malaysia, so I was a little bit confused on what I was suppose to do. I just followed whatever YQ was doing. We were the only ones dressed formerly on the train which was quite funny as a lot of people were staring at us. Especially to the guy wearing formal with a cast on his hand hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Afterwards when we reached KLCC, we met up with Kar Wei and went out for lunch as all of us were hungry. I suggested that we ate at Kinokuniya and both of them were stunned to find out that there was a restaurant inside Kinokuniya. The waiter sent the wrong order to our table so we had a sort of free tasting session before we got our real orders. It was quite delicious hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;We met up with everyone outside the concert hall to experience our first orchestra concert. Well, it was a first time for most of us. Some of us had been there before. The security were quite strict with the dress code and Kar Wei was wearing sneakers instead of formal shoes so he couldn't go in. He had to go and buy some new shoes which costed a bomb to his wallet. Sad for him, but at least he got some new shoes to wear hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The concert started quite nice, the audience was quite at the beginning and the music just flow into our ears. That of course lasted only a few minutes as the rest of my classmates started making noises within the concert hall. I was surprised that we didn't get the boot out of there. The orchestra music showed great variations within mood and tempo and it was just amazing to see all of those people playing their instruments together, making beautiful music together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;After the first few songs, the guest violinist, Mr. Li Chuan Yun then joined the orchestra and it turned from a symphony to a concerto. They played music from the romantic era and the violinist showed great expressions through his mastery of the violin. I could see and hear from how he plays the violin, how expressive he was into the music. It was just incredible and I was in a state of awe and amazement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The violinist was in a good mood that day I guess, as he played an extra piece for all of us in the concert hall that was not stated in the program. He played a piece by the great Paganini, which was filled with feelings and emotions. We could see that his hands were tired already from playing all those notes and songs, but yet he still continued to play for us. He inspired me musically, through the greatness of his songs as well as his dedication to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I will never forget this experience. My first orchestra experience. What I've learned from it will always stay in my mind as well as my heart.&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/4992762099622780145-8250564245865967538?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/8250564245865967538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/07/mpo-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8250564245865967538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8250564245865967538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/07/mpo-experience.html' title='MPO Experience'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Smwpo8UTi1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/GbJDxH9791I/s72-c/philharmonieinnen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-2619394191286266773</id><published>2009-06-21T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:16:07.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Updating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey everyone, I realize that I haven't updated the blog quite often as I promised before. Sorry about that, going through some hard time right now so I couldn't write much. I still am going through a hard time but I should start updating the blog at least once in awhile. Anyways, picking up from the last post! I'll post a few stories all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;First up is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; movie that I went to watch along with LP, Han Sen, Naomi, Paul and Jerusha. The movie was quite okay. It did justice I guess. A lot of action pact inside of it. It had a lot of moral values within it as well as a lot of explosions ahaha. We managed to get the last six seats of the movie during the premier which was very very lucky ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;We went there by three cars, one driven by LP, one driven by Naomi and one driven by Paul. Naomi, Jerusha and Paul went ahead first to get the tickets as Han Sen and I were waiting for LP to finish his class. Originally we were going to watch another movie which I've already forgotten what it was, but when we heard there were seats available for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;, we jumped to the opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The movie was quite good. Naomi and Jerusha never watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; before so we had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;educate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; them during the movie ahahah! LP enjoyed the movie more than he expected. He's considering of getting the movie in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Blu-Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; disc format. We thought of maybe making this a once every two weeks kind of thing, going to the movies together. After the movie was over and done with, we were thinking of going for some dessert but everyone felt tired so we all went home after that. Next story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;ED BOARD CAMP  JUNE 2009!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yes people, you read correctly! It was the first time ever done before by ED Board. A camp getaway! The camp was a great success although we had some problems along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;First, the bus tickets. We didn't manage to book them in time so they had to leave the bus station from KL Central to Genting at 1.00PM instead of 10.00AM. That was still okay though. While the rest of them were going by bus, Alexis and Jessica were going there together by car to prepare the food. LP, Han Sen, Sie Hui and I went there way before anyone else as well to clean up the place and get everything ready for the others. We finished cleaning the place quite fast so LP, Sie Hui and I took a cat nap while Han Sen was cleaning the chickens for the BBQ later on that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;When all of them reached, they were all starving so Alexis, Jessica and Sie Hui whipped up some sphaghetti for everyone to eat. It was really yummy ahaha! After that, Alexis the briefing to the station masters aka the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;OomPaLoomPa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;s' on what all of us had to do during the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amazing Genting Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; we were hosting for the rest of them. She gave me and Naomi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Walkie Talkies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;which saved us a bundle on phone credits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;We were expecting all of them to take about 2 hours to finish of the race, but surprisingly all of them took around 5 hours to finish the games. Apparently they got stuck on the 2nd clue of the game that Han Sen and I did. The fastest team took 1 hour to figure it out ahahahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;After we played the race, it was getting late. Too late to make a BBQ. So we settled for leftover spaghettis and some mashed potatoes. The rest of the night everyone just bonded with each other. We played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dead Or Alive 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;XBOX 360&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Grand Turismo 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;PlayStation 3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cho-Tai-Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; which was hilarious, and the funnest game of all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mafia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;! That was ridiculously hilarious ahahaha! We created a whole story from it and tried to find the killer and ended up killing some innocent bystanders hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Most of us stayed up all night until 4.00AM. Then it was lights out and everyone went to sleep. Except for me of course. I couldn't sleep too well due to a few reasons I can't really say. Anyway, I spent most of the night at the balcony, looking up at the stars. It was quite hard to see any with all the fog around that night. But when I do see some stars, it's quite nice and peaceful. I could think more clearly and enjoyed the night, mountain air at the same time. I should go to Genting more often ahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The next day, LP was the first one to wake up in the morning. He began his job as a Paparazzi and started taking photographs of everyone sleeping in an awkward position hahahahaha!! But too bad the lighting was bad so he couldn't take much shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everyone started waking up as Alexis's group from the other apartment unit visited us in the morning to start cooking breakfast. It was impossible for anyone to continue sleeping after that. We had some baked beans, chicken balls and hot dogs for breakfast which were delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;After that, everyone started showering and getting dressed to go home. When I was done, Alexis and I had a little chat while we were alone in one of the rooms. She heard that originally I was planning of not coming for the camp at all and so asked me as to the reason why. I answered her because I was feeling quite depressed at the time due to *Fill in the blank _______________* and if I went for camp in my depress state, I'd just bring everyone down and ruin the mood. After that she asked if I regretted my decision of coming to camp. I answered her no because we don't get much of these kind of chances, and I had a lot of fun at camp. We were discussing about some other stuffs as well, but was interupted by someone so we stopped there. After that she told me to prepare a speech to give later on for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;ED Board sentimental moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;We made the announcement to everyone and had our speeches ready. First, Alexis started out and told everyone of how ED Board has grown and her first experience when she joined it last year during her first semester. After that, LP started talking about his experience as well, and then Alexis made the announcement that from now on, Naomi would be the Chairperson of ED Board and I would be the Vice-Chairperson. After that, it was Naomi's turn to give the speech. When she was done with her speech, it was then my turn to speak of my experience in ED Board. I told them what I was expecting when I joined, what I got instead, how I've grown from ED Board and the reason why we had this camp. After that we toasted to a lot of things, and finally drank our glasses of sparkling juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The ones who came by bus had to leave then as the bus was going to leave soon. After that, only LP, Han Sen, Sie Hui and I were left at the apartment. We cleaned everything up until it was squeaky clean. We played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cho-Tai-Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; for about 2 hours before we decided to go home. It was incredibly hilarious as we screamed after almost every round when someone wins ahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;After that, we went back to Subang Jaya and ate at the mamak near INTI. Everyone felt drained after the trip. When we finished eating, everyone went home to rest. It was one of the best weekends I've ever had. Next story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mid-Term Mania!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Right after camp, I had 3 Mid-terms waiting for me the next week. First was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Music Appreciation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;mid-term. I was worried that I had not studied enough to pass it, which turned to be true. I did quite a lot of careless mistakes within it such as spelling errors. Urgh, coming from a journalism major that is not something fun to have. But I did okay on it I guess, even though it could have been better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Second test I had was my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;World Religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; which was not fun at most parts. I didn't do good in this one either as there were some things I forgot during the test. There's just too much to remember at once! I got a little bit more than half of the paper on that test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Last test I had was on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Public Speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;. This was quite an okay test. I didn't do too badly, yet not good enough either. Although I had the highest mark in my class, apparently it was the average mark on the other class. Sad... but oh well. I can only try to do better next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lesson learnt. Never study last minute as you'll only regret it in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-2619394191286266773?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/2619394191286266773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/06/updating.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2619394191286266773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2619394191286266773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/06/updating.html' title='Updating!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7368213095751494688</id><published>2009-05-29T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:08:43.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Lab Rush Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today we had a lab class for biology. It was quite interesting from before the class started. I was at the Ed Board workshop from 1.00pm to 3.00pm. My class was at 3.00pm. While I was at the workshop around 2.00pm, Han Sen came and asked, "You look free, you finished your lab report from last week already?" Eyes widened, mouth opened, a shriek came out from me as I forgot to finish up the lab report. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I rushed my work as fast as I could. While I was stressing on the work, Han Sen could see that I was losing my mind already. Actually, it's quite obvious to everyone in the room. I was laughing lke a maniac while I was rushing on my lab report. Yeah. Creepy, but true. I was laughing like a hyena non-stop. Must have picked that up from Kartini last time ahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Unfortunately, I was a few minutes too late to finish the lab report as our class had started. So we rushed to the lab with me still laughing like there's no tomorrow and feeling disappointed at the same time. When I entered the lab, I started laughing a little harder. Reason? Only about, 3 or 4 people passed up their lab reports that day. Everyone else hadn't finish theirs yet. That was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Luckily, our lecturer was kind enough to give us some time to finish up the lab report. We have to hand it in by Monday which is no problem for me. That's actually a lot of time. I just need to draw a few cells and I'm done with the report already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today's experiment was quite easy and less workload comparing with last week's experiment. We finished it up quite fast and answered all the questions in the manual with 15 minutes to spare. After that there was some cantonese/hokien language class for the last few minutes going on among some of my classmates and friends. That was interesting ahahaha! Labs are usually so fun, but our lecturer told us something that made us feel sooo... lazy? Apparently, June's lab classes will be more packed as July's lab classes are canceled so we have to rush the rest of the experiments in June. Yay for us~ Okay, time to finish up that lab report!&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/4992762099622780145-7368213095751494688?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7368213095751494688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/lab-rush-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7368213095751494688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7368213095751494688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/lab-rush-hour.html' title='Lab Rush Hour'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7039195867968446803</id><published>2009-05-28T13:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:09:22.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Life of a Stray Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that I've been recognized as a stray cat among my friends. There are just so many reasons for it as well as an explaination with it. First being that they always see me sitting on the stairs outside the CAE Office or infront the reception area of the new building near the pillars. I prefer sitting in those places rather than a room with air-conditioning. Reason being simple. The air is less congested and the noise is minimal to none when you compare it with the offices like INTIMA Office and CAE Office. I could focus more on my studies on these areas as well as keep my migraines at a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sh_X7SiWVhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tvAczLuXFTI/s400/sleeping_kitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341225096672859666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Another reason being that sometimes I would forget to buy breakfast, lunch and/or dinner for myself. Mostly because I never really felt that much hungry during those times. Don't know why though, just lost the hunger. It could be either a good thing or a very bad thing. And I have a craving for tuna and milk right now. Meow. Still, nothing beats my craving for some italian food though ahaha! Man, all this talk about food is making me hungry. I want a can of happiness! Meow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sh_X7snddJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Gy8ubRGahbs/s400/blog01.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341225103673619602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;...Ahem, moving on. I get back home kind of late nowadays. Mostly because I can't focus at home and another reason is because I don't want to suffocate under the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;chimney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; when I sleep. Not that I sleep much but more than I did last month I guess. I stay back in college and study or just hang out with some of my friends and goofing off doing that. Mostly it's the 2nd option. Must get that schedule done soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sh_X7wc1QMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MM8Est1M42o/s400/smiling-cat-inspirational-card.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341225104702783682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Other than that, it's back to the first point I made. People see me everywhere in college! At the stairs, at the office, at the reception desk, at the pillars, at an empty classroom even! This seriously categorizes me into the stray cat category for sure. This stray cat also stones around a lot with his music as well. Sometimes I blast the music so loud that the whole classroom hears my music while I was wearing my earbuds. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sh_Wx5od1DI/AAAAAAAAAOc/SupIhTFTnHA/s400/cute-cat-sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341223835857179698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, time for this stray cat to get his act together and work on his assignments and schedules. See ya people! Meoooow~&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/4992762099622780145-7039195867968446803?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7039195867968446803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-of-stray-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7039195867968446803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7039195867968446803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-of-stray-cat.html' title='Life of a Stray Cat'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sh_X7SiWVhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tvAczLuXFTI/s72-c/sleeping_kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-1559128318546284422</id><published>2009-05-27T14:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:09:37.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Relaxing Spa Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Last Sunday I was thinking that it would be my working day and I would be finishing up all of my work that day. Turns out that I had a migraine that day which made me incapable of doing any assignments or work at all. So instead of pushing myself in doing things anyway with the migraine, I decided to take the whole day off. Relaxation spa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ShziGcpevEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/R2Sot6HEHdA/s400/Treatmentroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340391858551831618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;First order of business, I tossed my handphone away for the whole day so that I wouldn't have to worry about anyone calling me regarding work or whatever. That was a good first step. I have always kept my handphone near me 24/7 like a prepared secretary who's waiting for an important call or something. This was a new development for me. I guess it would be for anyone nowadays since handphones have become such common practice that it's a necessity for doing anything. I can't imagine any college student who doesn't have a handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ShziGSQIryI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lyDkq6wi2jg/s400/phone-throwing.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340391855761174306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After chucking the phone away, I played around with the laptop for awhile. I didn't play any games though, other than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Restaurant City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; from facebook. The game is so addictive I can't seem to stop playing it. Besides that I was checking out some quizzes I found on facebook and started doing some of them. Then I thought, "Why don't I make on of those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well do you know me&lt;/span&gt; quiz?". So then I started working on my quiz which took around one hour to finish up. Reason being that it's 25 question and each question has about 5 possible answers. Then I made a challenge out of it for all of them. I posted a reward for anyone who can score 90% and above that I'd buy that person a Starbuck's Coffee. Any flavor, any size. Too bad no one scored higher than 68% ahaha! I even lowered the bar to 80% but no one succeeded yet. Oh well, offer still stands until Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ShziGJKUlTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nLiwACDeCNw/s400/mocha-coco-frappuccino.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340391853320869170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When I finished writing the quiz, I chucked the laptop away and spent the rest of the day watching tv and listening to my MP3. It was so nice not having to worry about anything for a few hours. But alas, nothing lasts forever. When it was about 8.00pm I decided to check my handphone and there were a few missed calls and messages. Oh well, back to reality I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ShziFwTAW9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/GePCZyaxyng/s400/iPhone_SMS_icon_by_Ja2Pc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340391846646406098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was going to start on my assignments already that night. Laptop prepared for research and suddenly! My internet connection died... So yeah, no research could be done so I couldn't do any of my assignments until Monday morning when I go to college and leech the WiFi. Since the internet connection was down, I decided to just listen to my MP3 until I slept and out like a light I was. Lesson learned. Never put off work when you have a stable internet connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-1559128318546284422?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/1559128318546284422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/relaxing-spa-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1559128318546284422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1559128318546284422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/relaxing-spa-day.html' title='Relaxing Spa Day'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ShziGcpevEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/R2Sot6HEHdA/s72-c/Treatmentroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-3262521773012933626</id><published>2009-05-26T09:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:10:05.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Bad Time Management Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Nowadays I seem to have a very poor time management ability. Before this semester started, I had pre-planned what my timetable and schedule would be like. But now, it all seems to fall apart. I don't even have time to update the blog at all because I'm so busy. Everything seems so cramped up this semester that it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels more like a short semester than a long one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;I've been trying to get myself reorgarnized but there doesn't even seem to be any time that I'm free that would allow me to do so. It's quite frustrating not being able to be as organized as I was last time. I use to have fixed time for breakfast, lunch, dinner, tv time, listening to music and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;And so, this weekend I shall be reorganizing my life with what I should consider as priority. No more bad time management! First thing that I need to do to make all of it possible is to decide what time will I be studying and what time will I be having free time to hang out with my friends. I'm thinking at the very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have 4 hours everyday to study&lt;/span&gt;. Can't afford to slack off this semester as I have 5 subjects to study for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Other than that, I need to be sure of what time would I consider as free time. I'm considering that Saturday would be my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free day&lt;/span&gt; in which I'll take the wholde day off and not study at all. Come on, it's a Saturday for crying out loud! I don't want to spend my time studying on a day that's suppose to be all about relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;There are still a few other details that I need to plan out as well as a fixed time for me to just relax for myself and either play my PS2 or listen to music. Also I need to set a specific time for me to practice on the guitar as well. Besides that I also need to divide time for me to do my assignments and then there's the Ed Board working time period that needs to be fixed......... Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;So many things need to be planned out in such a short time. I'll have to work on the schedule for myself &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASAP&lt;/span&gt;. Most likely I'll only be able to start next week. Oh well, back to the drawing board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-3262521773012933626?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/3262521773012933626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-time-management-skills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3262521773012933626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3262521773012933626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-time-management-skills.html' title='Bad Time Management Skills'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-5489272624055689973</id><published>2009-05-25T09:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:10:25.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><title type='text'>Genting Recon Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hey people I'm back~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humblest apologies for not updating the blog for about 3 weeks. Haven't been in a good bloggy kind of mood for awhile now. But whatever! Point is right now I'll be updating the blog regularly again. I have so many things to tell all of you, but I shall start with some recent news. The Genting Recon Mission!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Last Saturday LP, Naomi, Alexis and I went to Genting Highlands to do a little recon mission for our club trip that will be taking place on the 13th of June. We were checking out the prices of the apartment at LP's apartment in Genting. It was about halfway up of the mountain near Gohtong. On the official Ed Board club trip we will be staying at LP's apartment as well as another apartment near his. We checked the price of the apartment for one night and it was quite expensive. It was about double the price we were expecting. Luckily though, LP's dad knew the guy so we got a discount for the apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After that we were planning some of the games that we would be playing during the trip. It was quite confusing at first because some of the ideas we had was cancelled due to some transportation problems the participant would have that day. So instead we had to think of some alternatives. But before we did that, we decided to visit INTI Genting to see what their campus is like and were we surprised by some of the things they had. For one thing, they have a french cafe setting as well as a hotel bedroom setting as a classroom which was like, wow. Words could not describe it. They also had a futsal field and a romantic bar setting near the main entrance of the campus! Along with some flower and vegetable gardens. There was also a very very photogenic happy-go-lucky cat around the compound as well. It was sooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;kawaii desu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When we were done with the visit, we were feeling quite hungry so we went to hunt down a restaurant for us to fill our stomaches. Most of the shops there were chinese restaurant and so they weren't exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;halal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; food. So we settled for some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mamak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;store to eat. Sorry guys. The food wasn't that bad, but it wasn't that good either. It filled our stomaches I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After that we went back to LP's apartment to check the size of it and the other one that we would be renting as well. We counted how many people could sleep in each apartment. Apparently each apartment could fit a max number of 15 people if some were to sleep on the floor. That would be the worst case scenario if there were too many people going for the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After our inspection of the apartments, we went up to Genting to plan out all the games that we would be playing during the Ed Board camp. I was the model in most of the pictures that we took to plan some of the games we would be playing then. It was really fun to walk around Genting to look for good game spots. Although it costed us a bomb to eat there though. After we jot down what we needed to plan everything out, we left Genting and went back home at around 7.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was so much fun I can't wait until the Ed Board camp day arrives ahaha! We're going to go up to Genting again later on the 6th of June to clean up the apartments as well as test the games out. Can't wait for that either!&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/4992762099622780145-5489272624055689973?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/5489272624055689973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/genting-recon-mission.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5489272624055689973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5489272624055689973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/genting-recon-mission.html' title='Genting Recon Mission'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-5823314353592166953</id><published>2009-05-06T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:10:58.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>What a day... What a future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Really, what a day today turned out to be. I had 6 consecutive hours of class from 8.00am to 2.00pm and at 2.00pm I had to go for an Ed Board meeting. This had to be the worst day of the whole week because my schedule is so packed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Didn't even had time to think of what I should do next. Right now I'm trying to sleep again but that seems to be turning into an impossible task lately. I can't even sleep after the long day. The class at 8.00am was okay, it wasn't boring but it required some thinking. The class at 10.00am was fun, but required some critical thinking with limited time. the 12.00pm class was just plain fun as the lecturer was just saying all these crazy things. I'll go into more details of all the subjects I'm taking this semester on maybe tomorrow's post or saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyways, after the classes were over and done with, I had the Ed Board meeting to attend to. Naomi and I made the announcement that Alexis told us to do during the meeting saying that Naomi will be taking over as the chairperson and I would be the vice-chairperson for Ed Board once she steps down as chairperson. We'll probably be official around July or August. Yay, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After that, I did some research on which university I would be going to when the time comes. Still haven't quite decided as I'm still confused in some of the information provided by some universities. I have to decide soon though, as everyone seem to already have a direction of where they'll be going. All except me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I feel kind of sad to see how little time is left for me to spend with some of my best and closest friends such as LP, Han Sen, Alexis, Jonathan, and many more. Most of them are doing their last semester already and I wouldn't be able to see them anymore. The thought of it saddens me a lot as I've grown so close to all of them. Feels like everything's coming to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The future scares me. To know that nothing can last forever terrifies me. To know that at some point, you have to be separated from your friends. No matter how much you don't want it to, eventually it will happen. I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, that's just how I feel. Important thing is that everyone needs to move on with their life to achieve their goals and dreams. We can't hold our friends back from doing what they've dreamed of doing, because if we do that, what kind of friend would we be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm happy for them that they're getting a step closer to reaching their dreams. When the need arises, I'll send them off with a smile, not showing how sad I would really be. It's been a year since I've known all of them... Since I came to INTI... This semester... is the last semester that the gang would be together. Who knows, maybe in the future we'd be together again. But for now, in these next four months, I want to make as many memories with them as possible. No matter what life throws at me in these next four months, I won't let it spoil the memories. Because my best friends are the most important things in my life.&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/4992762099622780145-5823314353592166953?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/5823314353592166953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day-what-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5823314353592166953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5823314353592166953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day-what-future.html' title='What a day... What a future...'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7835248798344614324</id><published>2009-05-05T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:11:20.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Busy times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hey all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry I didn't update at all yesterday. It's been quite hectic right now with the beginning of the new semester and all that. I'll do the class review post on another day after I've experience all my new classes this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Basically right now, I don't really have much time to blog nor is my mood state any better to really write something for now. Sorry guys, feeling a little bit out of it these past few days. Too much stuff going around in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyways, I'll try to start posting normally again starting now so hopefully it will be regularly again as usual.&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/4992762099622780145-7835248798344614324?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7835248798344614324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7835248798344614324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7835248798344614324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-times.html' title='Busy times'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4965977414421166714</id><published>2009-05-01T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:11:37.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Taking the weekend off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;As the title says, I'll be taking this weekend off from blogging. Sorry guys. I can't really blog the way I am right now. Been doing everything I can to take my mind off things such as playing the guitar and studying my subjects ahead before the class even starts. I already know most of the textbooks I'll be using for next sem which is starting this monday, so I just started reading on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'll start posting again on monday but until then, I'll stop for the weekend. Again, sorry.&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/4992762099622780145-4965977414421166714?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4965977414421166714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-weekend-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4965977414421166714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4965977414421166714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-weekend-off.html' title='Taking the weekend off'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-2284304490180172381</id><published>2009-04-30T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:12:00.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Orientation Day Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What a tiring day this was. I was in a really bad mood this morning because quite a few things happened the day before that made me lose it. Let's just say that the day was bad from somewhere between 10.40am till 11.50pm. Anyways, today seemed to be quite hectic since not only did I have to work as student helper the whole day, but I had to take care of the newsletter as well. We were distributing it today during Orientation Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We were first worried that we won't make it in time to distribute the newsletter, but our worries changed drastically after Mr. Amir and Miss Azian looked at it. No one spotted this mistake. Not even them. In the front cover picture, one of the student was wearing slippers. Because of that, we couldn't give it to people directly because INTI doesn't allow slippers and we would be sending them a bad message from this. And so, we had to implement the newsletter inside the orientation goodybag in a hush hush manner. Man was that tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We thought that maybe we wouldn't have enough newsletter, but it turns out we had about 300 extra copies with us.  Luckily we told the printers to make only 500 instead of 1000 or else this would have been a big deficit for us. After that, I still had to go and do my job while I'm doing all of this with the help of a few kind people. Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today was definitely a good workout as I had to run all over the place. So glad that it's all over now... well, my part at least. The Orientation Day is still going on for 1 more hour. I have no idea what they're going to do for the next 1 hour until 7.00pm. They basically already explained to all the new students about everything they need to know. Oh well, whatever. I just want to sleep now. Goodnight.&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/4992762099622780145-2284304490180172381?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/2284304490180172381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/orientation-day-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2284304490180172381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2284304490180172381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/orientation-day-mania.html' title='Orientation Day Mania'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7513611879648506202</id><published>2009-04-29T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:12:38.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ED BOARD'/><title type='text'>It's Done!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Finally, after working our butts off, it's finally done! The newsletter is finally completed with all the errors checked and all that crap. Both LP and I had to play hooky from our student helper work to finish off the newsletter which had a few errors that we kept noticing after every 30 minutes or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I owe him dinner after all the work and effort he put in. Oh well~ Cheapo dinner is good enough~ Just kidding ahahah! We are such horrible people. We promised the printing uncle that we would pass everything to him by 2.00pm, okay okay I promised. We ended up giving everything to him at 7.00pm at night so yeah, we are such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I feel terrible for not doing much work today at the office. Even though I was suppose to have worked for about 7 hours today, I only worked for about 1 hour I think at most? Yeah that was very bad. Oh well, now that the newsletter is over and done with for now, I shall work hard tomorrow for the office to make up for today. Okay, time for dinner!&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/4992762099622780145-7513611879648506202?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7513611879648506202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7513611879648506202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7513611879648506202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done!!!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-6767636539299714881</id><published>2009-04-28T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:13:14.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Guitar Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've been practicing my guitar since I woke up this morning at around 6.30am. I just can't put it down right now and so I practiced on and on until my fingers are about to break. The INTIMA Office was quite empty today so I used it as a chance to practice playing the guitar as loud as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SfbFLvgCMGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/x0Uk3FWEYaA/s400/FND0960600032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329664014559621218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This picture is similar to my guitar to give you the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A lot of people seemed to like my guitar very much. Some threaten to kidnap it when I was sleeping in the office ahaha! I'm switching between my guitar and the INTIMA Office's guitar. The strings on my guitar is quite hard, although the quality and sound that it makes is really nice. It's seriously hard to play on my guitar especially since I just started playing a few days ago. The INTIMA's guitar on the other hand is quite nice to play with. Easy to handle and the strings are not that hard. It's a good guitar for beginners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Currently I've had a tune stuck on my head since morning. I've been practicing my strumming with this tune so much that people thought I was playing a song. It really does sound like a song but I've never heard it played before. Well, not that I can recall anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm still practicing that same tune but am now taking a break because my fingers hurt badly. I can't even strum a proper G chord now. I'm debating with myself on whether I should go for lessons or not. It would delay my Mac resolution substantially, but it might be a good idea to go for it. Oliver said that he'd teach me how to play it first to see if I like playing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Trying my best right now to play it using my fingers, but so far I can only play it with a pick. My fingers are still not use to the strings. And I still can't recognize all the strings by ear yet. Hopefully I'm able to do so soon. Alright, back to practicing!&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/4992762099622780145-6767636539299714881?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/6767636539299714881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/guitar-practice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6767636539299714881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6767636539299714881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/guitar-practice.html' title='Guitar Practice'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SfbFLvgCMGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/x0Uk3FWEYaA/s72-c/FND0960600032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7663288029043650399</id><published>2009-04-27T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:13:28.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hey all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry I didn't post anything yesterday as I was feeling a little under the weather. Basically for the first time since my last exam paper, I've been going to college everyday. Yesterday was the first day that I just stayed in bed and not go anywhere. I actually was planning to go to college yesterday, but I got a little bit delirious when I woke up and so I just decided to stay home and sleep-in for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was thinking that yesterday would be my day off from any kind of work. Boy, was I off the mark. When I got up at around 10.00am, my family put me to work by doing some labor for them. Some of the things they asked me to do were things that they could have done it themselves, but the idea of someone else doing it stayed in their minds I guess. It wasn't a lot to do anyways so I can't complain much about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I spent a few hours yesterday practicing on my guitar, finally. I bought it back at Sweden and I haven't touched it since middle of January. Was too busy to play it back then up until now but yesterday opened a window of opportunity for me to practice it. It was fun and painful at the same time ahhaha! The strings on my guitar are quite hard so that explains why I said it was painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Good news is we finally got a new maid in the house. My aunt found her for us so at least now I won't have to do all the house chores around the house. She seems okay from first look, but it's still too early to say anything. But hey, I'm not complaining about it since now I won't have to do much work at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Not much to say about yesterday other than that. I'm still feeling kind of out of it today, as it's not budging anywhere. But at least I'm able to control it so that's good. All I can say for today. Need to get some rest or another Battlefield therapy session ahaha!&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/4992762099622780145-7663288029043650399?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7663288029043650399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7663288029043650399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7663288029043650399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7987014665094981705</id><published>2009-04-25T09:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:14:16.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ED BOARD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Guess who's back with a lot of stories?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hey everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for taking a longer time to update the blog. A lot has happened these past few weeks and I was so busy that I didn't have time to update the blog. Sorry all! Alright, time to update all of you on what's been happening for the past few weeks. Starting off with the finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Final Exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SfJ-AHk6d4I/AAAAAAAAANU/iPDRftH0eK4/s400/exams-200x200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328459849631692674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Boy was this a hectic time. My final exams were quite stressful and kind of funny in a way. First, I had my macro economics exam. That was quite okay. I think I can score at least an A- on it. Hopefully, because the essay question was quite hard. I was scared when I was doing the essay question because they were asking for current situations in the U.S. economy and what has the Fed and Obama done to fix it. Crap. Coming from someone who never keeps himself updated with world news, this question was quite hard. But thankfully I did some research a few hours before the exam so I hope that I got it correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After macro econs was over, the next day was history and politics. Yay~ The day that I'd wish I was dead had arrived! Not. Surprisingly I did okay in both exams. I stayed over at LP's house the night before the exam and we studied politics until it was 2.00am. He hit the sack at the time while I stayed up the rest of the night studying for history. For me, my history exam was first before politics and I haven't read a single thing from history yet. So, I spent the whole night stressed out reading history. During the exam, I straight away did the essay and short answer questions first. For history and politics exam, the format was 30 objective questions, 5 short essays, and 1 long essay questions. I worked my way from the back first. The essay questions... I have no idea how I did it but I somehow manage to remember some points and made it long. History is secured I hope. At first I thought that I wouldn't have time to finish up the exam as it was only 2 hours long and we had 6 essay questions to answer like the exam before finals. To my utmost surprise, I finished it with 15 minutes to spare. Woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After history was over and done with, I had to study for my politics as I had about 4 hours before the exam starts. I spent about 3 hours reading only 3-5 pages of the politics book. And I had about 200+ pages to study. I was feeling so tired that the information wasn't going through my brain. Correction. It went into one ear and out at the other. I couldn't stand it anymore that I broke the rule that I set myself not to do. I bought a Starbucks coffee! Nooooo! My Mac resolution! But oh well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I only had 1 hour before the exam starts so I had to drink it so sue me! After drinking it, my eyes were wide open and my brain felt very sharp. I took the politics book and started to speed read everything inside. Miraculously, I manage to finish reading everything in that 1 hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was time for the exam. I started it off at the long essay question first. I saw it. Just one line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Explain Bill of Rights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Crap. I was literally afraid that I won't be able to make it long. So I started explaining the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bill of Rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; was made by who and who during what time. Then I explained every single amendment inside the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bill of Rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; along with examples but I couldn't remember the 10th amendment. Only that it had something to do with the power of congress. Then I noticed that I had wrote about 3 pages full and spent about 45 minutes of the 2 hours on this question alone. Crap! I was scared I won't make it in time with the other questions. Thankfully, every other question that came out after that were things that I had just read a few minutes ago so I remembered everything. I was almost laughing out loud during the exam when I saw those questions! I finished the exam with 30 minutes to spare so I left the exam hall early with a big grin on my face. Conclusion, always drink Starbucks coffee before an exam to keep yourself alert ahahaha! I'm so going to sue the lecturer if she doesn't give me at least a B+ on my politics! My coursework wasn't really great, but it's not that bad either. Weee~ nightmare was over and only one exam left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;CSC was a little bit... difficult in some parts. I did a lot of careless mistakes. I only started reading for CSC about 2 hours before the exam so this was partially my fault. Okay, it was all my fault. Oh well, the exam wasn't so bad though. But I'm still sad as my lecturer already told me my marks for the subject and it was a B+. Nooooooooo! I wanted at least an A- from CSC as my coursework was quite high! Sobs... That was very disappointing... Oh well, it's all over! 2 weeks of freedom before the new semester starts! Woo hoo!!! Yes! Next story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Sleepover at LP's Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This happened the night before our politics exam. We both wanted to study more on politics and thought that it was better for us to study together than seperately so that we could help each other out on some parts. Might have been a good idea, or a bad idea if we were to talk all night instead of studying. Anyways, it was getting a little late at college so I accepted his offer and stayed over at his place in Klang. First time I was ever in Klang so yeah, that was fun ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;While we were driving to his place, he was telling me all about the roads in Klang and how many minutes would it take us to pass from one area to the next and we started talking crap again. When we reached his living area, I was going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;waaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; It was a really nice neighborhood to live in. It looked like one of those places where a lot of rich people lived in and I was right. Apparently there were quite a few rich and famous corporate people living in that area. I was going like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;whoaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;this is your house????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; His house looked really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;At the front lawn he had some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Usagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; lawn ornaments ahaha. Next to his TV in the living room he had a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Neko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;figurines. In his kitchen he had some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Kuma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Inu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; comforters on the fridge. They were all soooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;kawaii desu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Yes, I have a weakness for cute things so shut up! Ahahaha! I came to a conclusion that his mom must be an animal lover with all those decorations in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SfJ-AEliztI/AAAAAAAAANc/kT8qvFFv5lI/s400/Cord_Bean_Bag_Chair_Brown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328459848829030098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;His room was really nice. It was seperated into two rooms actually. One for his bedroom and the other is his computer room I guess. I especially love his bean bag chairs ahahah! I sat on those things all night while I was at his place. It was seriously comfortable and fun to sit in. His computer was just ridiculous. 2 monitors! Man, I so wanted to rob him blind after that ahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent about 3 hours reading on politics while talking about other stuffs as well. Yeah, it was bad for us to talk about other things while we had our finals the next day but we were both very bored! It wasn't a bad decision to sleepover at his place after all. In the end, we did help each other out on some of the things we didn't know so that was good. Didn't get to see much of Klang though since I was only there for that night and we studied our brains out. I'll explore more of Klang the next time I stay over at his place ahaha! Next story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Student Helper for Info Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SfJ-AnCZl8I/AAAAAAAAANs/MhpYUdQ-d-o/s400/INTI+Laureate+logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328459858076866498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Last Saturday and Sunday, the college needed a few student helpers for Info Day. I got recommended by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Avril &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;May Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;to work for Marketing Office. If you're wondering why I call her that, it was a trend started by JC during last semester and has stayed that way even now haha! Anyways, I took the job and started to work for Marketing Office. Woo hoo free T-shirt! It was a rule that all student helpers for Marketing Office would get the new INTI T-shirt and they have to wear it while they work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I worked in front of the reception area on Saturday, welcoming people who came to INTI. It was a fun job and I got a good exercise from it as after welcoming them, I had to usher them up to the third floor using the lift going up and after that going down using the stairs back to my post. Repeat that process for over 50 times. Trust me, it's a damn good exercise ahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sunday on the other hand was a little hectic and was a mental torture. I was working as a tele-marketer for the Marketing Office that day. For 8 hours I had to call random people asking them questions and all that. I had a few parents shout at me, a few people hanging up on me with extensive force, and a few who just said straight flat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That was an interesting experience that I never want to repeat again. I'm going to need therapy after that. And that therapy was a battlefield session with LP and a few other people like Amos, Eugene, JC and many more ahahah! Next story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ED Board Rush Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This was a scary one. The Ed Board rush hour was really exhausting. We started working on the next issue and finished what article titles and theme we wanted for May just last Monday. We needed to start work on the issue ASAP. The issue is going to come out on this coming Thursday for Orientation Day. Yeah. We had about 9 days left to get about 10-13 articles written by the editorial team, designing the layouts and graphics by the design team, and lastly print about 1000 copies for Thursday. Simple right? Let's start panicking people! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SfJ-ATOGsBI/AAAAAAAAANk/NB4sRfc14qs/s400/panic-button_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328459852757250066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 346px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;We decided that each of those tasks get only a maximum of 3 days to get everything done. I finished getting the writers to write everything and finished editing some of them yesterday. A few people didn't include any pictures in their article so I had to find some pictures that would fit their article for them. Man was that a tiring job to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After finishing up everything, I celebrated myself as my part is done and now it's time for the design team a.k.a LP to start on his work. Hopefully he'll have help this time so he won't do it alone again. I can't wait to see how this issue turns out as we have quite a few interesting articles inside it. Okay enough about work, next story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;INTIMA Conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Now for the last story for today, the INTIMA Conference! It started yesterday as the other 6 INTI's all over Malaysia came for the conference. The INTIMA Exco's only, not the entire student body. I was asked to be a helper for the event in helping them prepare before the other INTI-ans and Metropolitans arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was kind of exciting at first when you have something to do, but when you're job is done there's nothing left for you to do. LP was taking pictures during the opening ceremony of the conference while Alexis and I sat on the floor at the back working on our laptops. I was editing some articles and playing facebook while Alexis was listening to her songs and the conference at the same time and started to work on her article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wasn't in the conference when the INTIMA's were discussing the issues but from what I heard, it wasn't very productive. Apparently, they're repeating the same issues that has been said by their predecessors before them. That's not a good sign. Other than that I heard that some people from the conference sounded really, really snobbish that it makes you just want to punch their face and say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;we know already so shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Ahhahaah! The conference is still going on today and tomorrow but today and tomorrow is only about fun. They discussed the one year issues in under 2 hours and 30 minutes. Yeah. Not much progress can be made from that. Today and tomorrow is only going to be about getting to know each other, playing some games and having fun. I'm student helper for tonight so we'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, that's all the stories for now to make up for the sabatical that I took a few weeks ago. My holiday seem to mostly revolve on work and INTI so yeah, I practically have no life whatsoever. See ya people!&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/4992762099622780145-7987014665094981705?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7987014665094981705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-whos-back-with-lot-of-stories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7987014665094981705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7987014665094981705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-whos-back-with-lot-of-stories.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back with a lot of stories?'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SfJ-AHk6d4I/AAAAAAAAANU/iPDRftH0eK4/s72-c/exams-200x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-8892513088738275491</id><published>2009-04-06T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:14:28.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Two Weeks Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hey people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yes after more than a month of posting everyday, I finally missed a day! Yay~ I'm still sick with a fever right now and it was quite bad yesterday. So I just took a day off from blogging. Now I'm afraid I'll have to take a two weeks sabbatical from blogging as my final exams are next week. Eyup, the day has come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Wow, time sure flies really fast this semester. It felt like it just started and now it's already coming to the end of the semester. I have to say I'm quite happy with my macro econs and csc coursework marks. -A is in my hands! If I study for them ahaha! As for history and politics... let's just say that I'd be happy with a B in my hands if possible. Have to work hard for them. And you know what's great? Final exam for politics and history are on the same day so yeah, I'm so screwed! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Okay people, I have to say goodbye for about 2 weeks to focus on final exams. I'll start posting again once my finals are over next week so, wish me luck people! See you guys next week!&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/4992762099622780145-8892513088738275491?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/8892513088738275491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-weeks-sabbatical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8892513088738275491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8892513088738275491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-weeks-sabbatical.html' title='Two Weeks Sabbatical'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-8617959135343342301</id><published>2009-04-04T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:14:49.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Slaving at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today was suppose to be a relaxing day for everyone since it's a Saturday. I thought that I would be relaxing too since I only have a few things to do to finish up an assignment. But no, it couldn't be that easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;First, when I finished my part of the group assignment I wanted to go and rest for awhile as I still had a slight fever from yesterday. Then as I was about to doze off, my mom came in and called me to help clean the whole house. Great. As if my own room wasn't a challenge enough to clean, she asked me to clean everyone's room as well as the living room and kitchen. Not only that, I also had to do everyone's laundry work as well. While I'm at it, I also had to take out all the trash which mounted into 2 big black piles of garbage bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;While I was doing all of this, my groupmate called me and told me that I did the assignment wrongly and so I had to redo my part again. Crap. So, I had to research everything all over again while doing the chores around the house with a fever that's getting worse and worse by the minute. Yay for me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After I finally finished the assignment and most of the chores around the house, my mom invited some people over and I again had to help prepare the tables and such. When I was going to clean my room, my brother was around and I thought "Forget it. Even if I clean this place it will be messy again in less than an hour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After he left, I lost the mood to clean and my fever was getting bad. At least I'm not delirious yet. And now I have to start studying to prepare for my finals exam which is in about 9 more days. Hopefully this fever would be gone soon and I can jump and scream again.&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/4992762099622780145-8617959135343342301?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/8617959135343342301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/slaving-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8617959135343342301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8617959135343342301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/slaving-at-home.html' title='Slaving at home'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-1562957572499899703</id><published>2009-04-03T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:25:44.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield 2 Gaming Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today after lunch LP, Jonathan and I went to the cybercafe next to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Asia Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;FTZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; At first we were going to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Left 4 Dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;but it lagged quite a lot after a few minutes of play time. So sad that had to happen because we were having some fun after finishing the first round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that was a bust, we were looking for another game to play and then Jonathan mentioned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Battlefield 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; which LP was an expert in. I never played it before so I thought that this would be a good experience since I was looking for a new game to play for awhile now. The game took awhile for everything to start but it turned out to be an awesome time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The game was a military kind of game for those of you who don't know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Battlefield 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;is. It was really fun to play this game with other people, especially if you're in a big group. LP and I mostly teamed up with the helicopter combo of him driving the helicopter while I shoot whatever I see on the ground and air hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We spent about 3 hours in the cybercafe playing this game but it was worth it. Even though we had assignments and tests to worry about, it was good to take the day off from all the craziness that is college.&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/4992762099622780145-1562957572499899703?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/1562957572499899703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/battlefield-2-gaming-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1562957572499899703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1562957572499899703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/battlefield-2-gaming-session.html' title='Battlefield 2 Gaming Session'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-3774158679533733855</id><published>2009-04-02T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:15:29.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nowadays surprisingly I seem to be in an incredibly good mood. I can't seem to help myself with feeling this way. It's a good feeling! I haven't felt this happy-go-lucky for quite sometime now. Today I got the assignment marks for my macro economics group work. To my utmost surprise, we got 10.5% out of 15% which was the third highest within the class. Why surprise? Because we started work on it on the due date of the assignment and finished it 5 minutes before the time the lecturer wanted it. Yeah, we did very last minute work even though we were given 8 weeks to do the group assignment. And we got the third highest in the class ahahahaha!! I'm quite impressed with our power of crapping our way through the assignment ahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, LP, Jonathan and I went to watch the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fast and The Furious 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;which was awesome I guess. I'll write the review on the movie some other time. We ate some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Kenny Roger's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; before the movie which is killing off my resolution for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MacBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; right now. Oh well, if all goes well I might not need to pay a single dime for it eh heh but that's a whole different story that I'll post another day as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We got back half an hour late for our 2.00pm class after the movie. I went to my class while LP parked his car. History was a little bit boring at the time, so Naomi and I were on our laptop most of the time. I was facebooking and chatting on msn while Naomi was reading some mangas online. Yes, it was terrible for us to do that but seriously! It was a little bit hard to pay attention to the lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After class I hung out with Shannon and Tynnkerbel for awhile. Apparently VJ Utt of MTV was at Taylor's earlier and they were saying how dreamy and hot he was. They wanted to keep it away from the other girls so they used me as a substitute gal pal. Yeah, that was interesting ahahahah! We spent our time talking about how hot VJ Utt and Adam C. were. But mostly we were dissing Adam C. on his hair style choices from before and how pale his skin is and all that crap ahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When it was time for dinner, LP, JC and I went to eat at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Salmon Steak Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; near the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Taylor's Business School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. I got conned! I ordered an RM5 meal but got an RM9 meal instead. They got my order mixed up and it took them 30 minutes just to give me the wrong order. I didn't bother to complain as it was getting late and I didn't want LP to stay longer than he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;While we were eating, LP played a trick on JC when JC fooled around with LP's iPhone. JC wrote a status update on LP's facebook account which basically is saying that he's a pedo. Yeah, you heard me ahahahah! So then LP was acting all pissed off and JC fell for it after awhile. I saw right through his acting so I just kept my mouth shut first to see how far can he make JC believe him. And apparently he tricked him till he burst into laughter ahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When dinner was over, we headed off home as it was getting kind of late. My bad LP for dragging you to dinner, sorry! That about sums up what happened today.&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/4992762099622780145-3774158679533733855?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/3774158679533733855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3774158679533733855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3774158679533733855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-479092040345133493</id><published>2009-04-01T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:15:50.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Okay people, from today onwards I will be saying goodbye to all of you as I've outgrown blogging and started to focus on my career in life with emphasis on my studies. I'd also like to say goodbye to my friends because I will be leaving INTI to go to a college that suits me better than ICSJ has to offer for me. I blame it all on the ketchup stain for making me leave by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Psych! April Fool's! That's right people, run in fear for the dreaded day filled with horror stories has arrived yet again! Be afraid, be VERY afraid, muahahahahaha!! Okay, yes that's a very lame starter but oh well. Moving on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's kind of quiet in college today even though it's April Fool's Day. This is mostly due to the final exams coming in about 2 weeks time. Another reason being that it is because it's April Fool's Day that everyone is quiet. We're all too busy watching over our own backs and protecting ourselves from being tricked than dare to do any tricks ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Thankfully, this doesn't hold true to some of my friends. Some of us tried to trick our lecturers by saying that the painters spilt red paint all over their car while others just said random things like seeing a ghost in the office the other day. I myself actually fell for that for a second when one of my friends used that on me. Curse you! Some other friends of mine took it to the next level with one of our friend's car by planning to wrap it up like a present with a note attached to it that says "Do not open until Christmas". Now that's seriously hilarious ahhahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Besides that there wasn't much tricks going around, sadly. Man, I wish I was more better prepared for today and be a joker myself. Oh well, as they say, there's always next year.&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/4992762099622780145-479092040345133493?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/479092040345133493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/479092040345133493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/479092040345133493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye?'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-2862068138819189525</id><published>2009-03-31T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:16:34.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute'/><title type='text'>3 Sunflowers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SdImJGM23oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Wk9ae_YYORQ/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SdImJGM23oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Wk9ae_YYORQ/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319356047603195522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today marks the last day of March, the last day of my one month depression until the next March. Every year, I’d just be glad that this month was over and not do anything but move on with my life. This year, I wanted to do something different. So, I bought myself 3 sunflowers. Why sunflowers you asked? It was my dad’s favorite flower. He always loved it for as long as I can remember. I decided to do a ritual of saying goodbye to him and to the month of March at the lake in front of my condominium at the park. Why the lake? It was one of his favorite places in the whole of Subang Jaya. Why 3 out of every other number I could have? Easy, because each of them represents a specific day and meaning as you shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SdImJ_ktZPI/AAAAAAAAANE/zHk4GnDT0W8/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319356063004058866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The first flower is a dedication for my dad’s birthday. His birthday was at the 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; of March and he would have turned 62 this year. I said happy birthday to him and gave him this flower as well as told him stories of the good old times back then. I remembered on one of my birthdays back then when he and my whole family tricked me during my birthday. They made it as if they never bought any birthday presents for me that year. They told me sorry and I said to them it was okay with a broken heart that year. When I came back from the bathroom, the room was filled with presents and I was so surprised by it. I still couldn’t believe they pulled off a stunt like that on me! Wish I could have gotten even with them for that. I wanted to do something like that on his birthday. As they say, it’s never too late. It’s my turn to surprise you with this flower. Happy birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SdImJ71w52I/AAAAAAAAAM8/QCzMshyYGkY/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319356062001850210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The second flower was a dedication to the anniversary of the day of his death. He died battling cancer on the 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; of March 2000. It was such a sad day and I was still so young that I couldn’t remember much on what happen that day. But I did remember that he smiled all the way until the very end. I never got a chance to say goodbye to him before because I was too young to understand what it meant when someone died. And so, with this flower I say goodbye to him. I told him that I love him, that I miss him, and that I’ll be okay no matter what happens from now on. Even though we’re apart from each other physically, I know that he’s always with me in my heart. I hope you’re having a nice time up there owning a field of sunflowers as far as you can see just like the ones you’ve described to me before. Rest in peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SdImJt-8QyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nuPZXrbyycM/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319356058282246946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The last flower was to say goodbye to the month of March. Finally, the month of depression is over. With this flower, I throw my sorrows and regrets away, letting it get washed away into the water. I break myself free from the chains that had held me back for all this time. I wish upon this flower that may I find peace within my mind, and my heart. Goodbye for another year March. I’ll do my best to get over the month of March next time for my family, for my friends, for my dad, and most of all… for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SdImJ6XRMNI/AAAAAAAAANM/uiBIvbcFZ2Q/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319356061605507282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This goodbye ritual has helped me find what I’ve been looking for… closure. I’m thinking of making this a yearly thing so that every time March came along, I’d do this at the end. It certainly makes me feel better to do this rather than just wait for the month to end and not do anything. Some wise friends of mine once told me, that instead of thinking about it too much, getting myself depressed, I should do something for my dad and for myself. Thanks to everyone who’s put up with me all throughout this month and those who’ve helped me get through all of this. Sorry for causing such trouble to everyone and again, thank you. Till next time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Papa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;bye bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-2862068138819189525?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/2862068138819189525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-sunflowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2862068138819189525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/2862068138819189525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-sunflowers.html' title='3 Sunflowers...'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SdImJGM23oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Wk9ae_YYORQ/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4875455343877592014</id><published>2009-03-30T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:16:51.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Grindhouse : Planet Terror Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc-WQSa_XlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-D3-SHitgyc/s1600-h/planet-terror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc-WQSa_XlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-D3-SHitgyc/s400/planet-terror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318634891514961490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Okay, this has got to be the most ridiculously stupidest movie I've ever seen. It was really, really horrible! I've had my share of bad movies before but this thing takes the cherry on top of the cake. This movie was directed and created by Robert Rodriguez in the year 2007. Wow, and that was only 2 years ago. For a movie supposedly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;created in the year 2007, it has the worst quality ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;I couldn't stop myself from laughing while I was watching it. But not because it was funny. The movie was so horrible, I found myself laughing on the floor. Least that helped cheer me up a little. Seriously, it's that bad! The movie is suppose to be a zombie movie and I was thinking that maybe it could compete with a movie such as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Resident Evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;trilogy. Man was I way, way off the mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Not only was the quality of the movie extremely bad, the plot was worse. The special effects were seriously defected as it looked like such a low-budget film. Correction, it made a low-budget film seem like a blockbuster hit. The lines used in the movie seemed like something used back in the 70's. Yeah, it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;THAT bad&lt;/span&gt;. Don't even get me started on the acting. Never have I seen such bad acting before. I mean, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;it made the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Disaster Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; looked like an Oscar award winning movie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;There goes 1 hour and 30 minutes of my life. If you want a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; good zombie movie, go for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Resident Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; trilogy or the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; quadrilogy&lt;/span&gt;. Now those are some good movies. Least better than this piece of junk. I literally wanted to gauge my eyes out from seeing this crappy movie. I know that it's a cruel thing to say, but I'm just stating the facts in my own opinion and my own opinion is saying that the movie was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;worst movie ever created&lt;/span&gt; as far as I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Planet of the Apes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;was better than this low-budget film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What was your worst movie experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4992762099622780145-4875455343877592014?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4875455343877592014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/grindhouse-planet-terror-review_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4875455343877592014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4875455343877592014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/grindhouse-planet-terror-review_30.html' title='Grindhouse : Planet Terror Review'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc-WQSa_XlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-D3-SHitgyc/s72-c/planet-terror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-1831412998682889419</id><published>2009-03-29T10:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:17:37.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute'/><title type='text'>Efforts of Earth Hour 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc7dAs2d3BI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E7RjA0qeq00/s1600-h/earthhour_wideweb__470x441_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc7dAs2d3BI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E7RjA0qeq00/s400/earthhour_wideweb__470x441_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318431214080482322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt; happened yesterday as most of you would know. I tried to persuade my family into taking part of the event and I could only manage to convince them to turn off the lights inside the house. The rest of the electronics were still on unfortunately, such as the TV and porchlight. Oh well, at least we did something rather than nothing right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Not much I can say about the condomenium next to mine. They supposedly are celebrating &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth Hour 2009&lt;/span&gt; by having an outdoor event. Ironically, they turned on all of their electrical appliances and there were a lot of lights on the park at their side. The lights were like the ones you see on stadium game matches so you could imagine how bright it was. Not to mentioned the karaoke session they had over there that was really noisy with all the speakers they put up. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk about environmental friendly right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc7dA99_AQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aKTYA6bmSY8/s400/candles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318431218675417346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I'm impressed with the efforts put on by some shopping malls. They celebrated &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt; throughout this whole month by being environmental friendly. Some put up a few recycling bins within the mall, while others reduced the number of lights turned on during that period of time. Although it's not much, it's a start. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything begins with a small step&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Most of my friends celebrated &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt; as well by closing off all of their lights and electrical appliances which I'm so proud of them doing their part to help the world. Some of them even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closed off all of their electrical appliances throughout the night until morning!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've always loved the environment and I do the best that I can to do my part in helping the world. Some things that I do to conserve energy is closing off all switches that is not in use or needed at the moment such as my phone charger, my lights, even at times my fan. Before I go to sleep, I'd make sure the lights and switches are turned off and when my phone has been charged fully, I'd close the switch straight away instead of waiting until I'm free to do so. As for water, I'd close the tap while I'm brushing my teeth as I won't use it until I need to rinse so it'd save the water. I even recycle the old newspapers lying in the house at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc7m08btI7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/jLSDd-a2vhU/s400/garbage.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318442007221052338" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Society today seem to take things for granted. Some litter their thrash around everywhere. At home, at work, even at public places. They expect other people to clean their thrash so it'd be okay to just leave or worse, throw their rubbish everywhere. It saddens me to see how people don't seem to care about the environment they live in. When I see the thrash lying around at times, I have a very strong urge to just pick it up and throw it away. People need to think this through, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you want to live in a world filled with thrash such as this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The earth needs a break from the power we've taken from it for so long. Even 1 hour can make a big difference. People need to realize and do something about the environmental problems we're facing instead of realizing and not do anything whatsoever. Even throwing your thrash in the garbage bin would help the environment. It takes just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one person&lt;/span&gt; to make a difference. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you be that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-1831412998682889419?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/1831412998682889419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/efforst-of-earth-hour-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1831412998682889419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1831412998682889419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/efforst-of-earth-hour-2009.html' title='Efforts of Earth Hour 2009'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc7dAs2d3BI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E7RjA0qeq00/s72-c/earthhour_wideweb__470x441_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-1845248494158380000</id><published>2009-03-28T22:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:17:16.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic (2009) Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc46aX1v6FI/AAAAAAAAAME/CE_G6BnO8Ko/s1600-h/confessions_of_a_shopaholic_01_phixr_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318252434721597522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc46aX1v6FI/AAAAAAAAAME/CE_G6BnO8Ko/s400/confessions_of_a_shopaholic_01_phixr_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Rated as the number one anticipated movie by all shoppers, this comedic movie directed by P.J. Hogan proved to be a worthwhile movie to watch. My first impression when I first saw the trailer was the lead actress who looked at first I thought was Amy Adams of &lt;em&gt;Enchanted&lt;/em&gt;. When I heard her speak, I knew then that it was a different actress. Also, when I looked at her more closely, she looked a little different compared to Amy Adams, as she looked smaller to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The movie tells the story of a shopaholic journalist named Rebecca Bloomwood (played by Isla Fisher) who is drawn to a store and buy just about anything like a moth to a flame. One day, her addiction got the best of her when all 12 of her credit cards had been reached to its maximum limit and the magazine that she was working for had gone to bankruptcy causing her to be in a big credit card debt. But that doesn't stop her from shopping for things though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That was only the starting of the movie. I won't tell you the whole story as it would just kill off your anticipations. But still it's a good movie to watch if you have the urge to shop till you drop for things that you don't really need. It really hits you at the spot with all the things said within the movie which is true to most of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It has a lot, and I mean a lot of comedy within it as well as some serious moments. Although there are parts of it which is quite cliché, still it was good. I especially liked how desperate the people were when there was a sale going on. It was really hilarious especially the part with the frozen credit card. There were a few touching moments as well, mostly near the end, as any comedy/chick flick movie would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Overall the movie was great. It won't win a number one spot to me, but still it was good. One thing that I still don't understand was why this movie was rated PG13. There wasn't really much things that would be inappropriate for children unlike some U movies that I've seen. Heck, there wasn't even any love scenes within the movie! I'd give it a 3.3 out of 5 star rating. There were some eye-opening values to shopaholics everywhere portrayed within the movie so that's good for all you shoppers out there who can't control yourself. I'd say go and watch it when you can with some friends, especially if you're a shopaholic. This is the ideal movie for you guys.&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/4992762099622780145-1845248494158380000?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/1845248494158380000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1845248494158380000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1845248494158380000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic (2009) Movie Review'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/Sc46aX1v6FI/AAAAAAAAAME/CE_G6BnO8Ko/s72-c/confessions_of_a_shopaholic_01_phixr_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7444875147906290388</id><published>2009-03-27T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:18:02.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Little bit of both bad and good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today started a little rough at the beginning. I screwed up my group presentation this morning. I blanked at some of the points I was talking about and had to refer to my notes and not to mention that I stuttered a lot when I was talking. I should have written it down on cue cards in case something like that were to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After that, I guess it got a little bit better as my mood was still good. There was an Apple exhibition in college today which was quite informative on the amount of cash that I need to get my Mac. LP and Paul just love to rub it in my face, to everyone's face for that matter. They were such pure Mac promoters. Evil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After that, Lik Pang, Han Sen, Jonathan and myself went to hang out at Han Sen's house for awhile. We were playing games and joking around a lot during that time. It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We left his house around 7.00pm to go to the Earth Hour event at college. It was quite alright I guess. There was free food and drinks so all was good. When that was over at around 9.30pm, we went to eat dinner at one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mamak's store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; We stayed for about an hour until we all had to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;On the way back, I started feeling a little bit... let's just say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. My mood swings are more frequent this week so guess it's not much of a surprise. Oh well, I'm still able to keep a straight face so that's good news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That was about all I can write for now as I'm still feeling a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tomorrow I might be watching a movie with Han Sen so I'll write a review on the movie we'll be watching as tomorrow's post. Most likely the movie is going to be the new one called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Confessions of a shopaholic" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;so we'll see how it goes.&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/4992762099622780145-7444875147906290388?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7444875147906290388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bit-of-both-bad-and-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7444875147906290388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7444875147906290388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bit-of-both-bad-and-good-day.html' title='Little bit of both bad and good day'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-1052802210257270819</id><published>2009-03-26T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:10:37.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I love playing in the rain. The only thing I don't like is when my clothes are wet and my mom starts scolding me for it. The rain seems really... peaceful to me. I feel free whenever I'm in the rain. A lot of you may say that it sounds crazy, but it's true. Regardless of whether there would be a higher chance for me to fall sick due to the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I believe that the rain can cleanse a person of any trouble he or she is facing. When those raindrops roll down your cheeks, it feels as though you have nothing to worry about. The rain washes every sin and guilt you have away. Any sort of problems are instantly gone at that moment in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I haven't played in the rain for quite some time now. I should do it soon to clear my head of all the issues. Who knows? Maybe if I do it often enough, the rain would wash away all of my sicknesses along with it.&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/4992762099622780145-1052802210257270819?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/1052802210257270819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1052802210257270819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1052802210257270819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-416509211102357387</id><published>2009-03-25T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:20:41.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of rest, relaxation and a whole lot of fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today was just what I needed. A break from everything. After our class today LP and I went to invade Han Sen's house for fun. We were thinking before that of going home early until the idea came to us like a shining light shines up above our heads. A calling... to annoy the heck out of Han Sen. But naa, we went to his house to see how the group assignment was and help him out in finishing it. Okay, mostly we just wanted to annoy him ahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We were finishing up the presentation slides that we were going to use this Friday. It was a little bit frustrating to change it, but Han Sen and I left it to LP to summarize most of it. And then it got to the fun part when we were thinking up some whacky ideas for the slides. It's seriously cute and hilarious and I can't wait for us to present it on Friday. Especially the part where we introduce LP to the class ahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After we finished up the slides around 7.00pm+, Han Sen's parents came home and brought with them some pizzas for everyone to eat. Yay, free food hahaha! But LP and I felt like we were imposing on them a lot. But they said it was okay and they've already bought the food so we can't exactly refuse them. Oh well, pizza was delicious and so were the lychees *grins*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Han Sen did a very big mistake though. He introduced Sims 2 to LP which resulted in him getting so obsessed with it. He was smiling non-stop while he was building his so called dream house. It was really hilarious to see him like that. Han Sen was teaching him that and was watching some chinese dramas on TV with me. I haven't watch chinese drama shows in quite a long time so I was kind of thrilled to watch it again. Eventhough the plot was quite predictable, still was all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We left his house around 9.30pm after LP was finally done with his house, which looked really incomplete and ridiculous but oh well, it's his dream house so we didn't want to say anything... oh who are we kidding? Of course we critisized it! But it was all fun and good hahaha! Today was a really good day and having fun like that made me forget about all my troubles just like that. Thanks guys!&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/4992762099622780145-416509211102357387?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/416509211102357387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-of-rest-relaxation-and-whole-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/416509211102357387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/416509211102357387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-of-rest-relaxation-and-whole-lot-of.html' title='A day of rest, relaxation and a whole lot of fun!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-3942700935907996165</id><published>2009-03-24T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:15:48.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of Focus on Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For the past few days I've been neglecting my assignments quite a lot. I still have some that I haven't finish yet and what's worse is that most of them are group assignments. I feel that I've caused my group members a lot of trouble by letting my emotions control me. I've manage to finish off some of them already, but there's still a lot left to do. And the worst part is that one of it is dued on this coming Thursday and the other is on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My mind is getting too much clouds within it that my judgements so far hasn't been practical. I fear that I would pull all of them down if I don't clear my head right now. I'm doing what I can right now to face the issues and hopefully, no, I will be able to finish off all those work that I've been neglecting. Funny how we humans lose our focus easily when we get emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm probably going to get less focused on work as the days pass by. One more week and it's over for another year.&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/4992762099622780145-3942700935907996165?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/3942700935907996165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/loss-of-focus-on-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3942700935907996165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/3942700935907996165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/loss-of-focus-on-work.html' title='Loss of Focus on Work'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-712078486186674271</id><published>2009-03-23T12:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:06:19.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution for a Mac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Those of you who hangs around with me a lot probably already know that I've been anti-Apple for a very long time. I've been calling others who have a MacBook like LP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; for using it. He's been the number one Apple supporter that I know so far with his iPod, iPhone, MacBooks, etc. You name it, he'll most likely own it. He's been promoting Apple to me for so long that I finally broke. Now I want a MacBook! Curse you LP! I'm blaming you for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccTAjoxfcI/AAAAAAAAALc/_47J9nmGvQ4/s400/Apple+Logo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238785421344194" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 221px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&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: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Since everyone in the family needs to use the computer and we only have one laptop in the whole house, my mom and sister are beginning their hunt for another laptop. I took the chance and imposed the idea to them about the MacBook. I gave a short speech to them, and now they're asking for a proposal from me. Well, I got a surprise for them. I'm preparing a complete business proposal for them as to why MacBooks are a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;investment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; as LP and Paul would say. I'm even preparing some graphs and statistics and working on my presentation to them. It's going to be a long 1-2 hours for them when I'm done with all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccTAwCdrII/AAAAAAAAALk/Uc7iNEgUhV8/s400/overview-gallery3-20081014%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238788750322818" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For now, I'm considering of just getting it for myself with my own money so I've been coming up with some plans on how I could save money and maybe earn some. So far, my tutoring job is earning me RM7 an hour, 2 hours a week and that then is added to my allowance for a month. From now on, I'll bring brunch from home instead of buying it outside as always. And as for dinner, depending on the day I would either buy it outside or eat at home. If I've to eat outside, I'll buy at max RM7 and that would save me plenty already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccW6xgrUXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MeBpy6BQ-JA/s1600-h/saving-money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccW6xgrUXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MeBpy6BQ-JA/s400/saving-money.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316243084112777586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's look at the simple formula. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; equals to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccW6O0X44I/AAAAAAAAALs/QHtIbz6nLIA/s1600-h/i-love-saving-money-copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccW6O0X44I/AAAAAAAAALs/QHtIbz6nLIA/s400/i-love-saving-money-copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316243074800149378" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccW6O0X44I/AAAAAAAAALs/QHtIbz6nLIA/s1600-h/i-love-saving-money-copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccW6O0X44I/AAAAAAAAALs/QHtIbz6nLIA/s1600-h/i-love-saving-money-copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saving money&lt;/span&gt; until you love it which means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccW63bShWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DjcW-xg0j4s/s400/save-money.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316243085700793698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 317px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Saying no to Starbucks! Remember, no means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;As for movies, I'll just get some downloads from my friends and leech of them by copying the file to my laptop and watch it. That means I don't have to spend cash to go watch it at a cinema. I won't be shopping for anything like movie CDs or clothes and such so that would cut the expenditure by a lot. During semester breaks, I'd go work part-time at college which would earn me RM5 an hour and that would be a great plus for saving up for the MacBook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccTAomIk9I/AAAAAAAAALU/ORluED84LdE/s400/9631d1230703490-apple-mac-os-x-v10-5-4-leopard-apple-mac-os-x-v10.5.4-leopard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238786752451538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 347px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Some of my friends think that I'm crazy with this ludicrous plan, yet I call it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;economical logistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4992762099622780145-712078486186674271?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/712078486186674271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/resolution-for-mac.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/712078486186674271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/712078486186674271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/resolution-for-mac.html' title='Resolution for a Mac!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/SccTAjoxfcI/AAAAAAAAALc/_47J9nmGvQ4/s72-c/Apple+Logo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4570879062350239968</id><published>2009-03-22T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:03:17.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special post for the weekend! Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Oookay I'm sure that some of you are blur on what I wrote on my last post. I wrote that post in the L33t language because well, I haven't done it in a long time and someone thought that I should write it in my blog for once ahaha! Okay, here's the translation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A lot of you may not know this, but I can speak in leet language most of the time. I haven't done it in awhile so we will see how it goes. I learned this language from playing a lot and I mean a lot of online games. I always see people speaking in this language and from then on I just caught up on the language myself. It's not easy to write it, but it's quite simple to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few, okay maybe a lot of my friends, especially those in the IT field can't speak and read this language to my utmost surprise. Wow, I can't believe they can't understand it when I can read it easily ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I always talked with some of my online friends in this language when there are a lot of people around us. It was fun to talk in codes so that no one would know how to eavesdrop on you. Whenever we wanted to talk in secret, we'd use this language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who can understand this, congratulations! To those who don't, I'll post the translation on Sunday ahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&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: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And that was what I wrote yesterday. It was quite fun and troublesome to write it at the same time as I needed to translate the alt codes to get some of the symbols that I used. But still, it was fun to do it after so long ahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4992762099622780145-4570879062350239968?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4570879062350239968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-post-for-weekend-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4570879062350239968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4570879062350239968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-post-for-weekend-part-2.html' title='Special post for the weekend! Part 2'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7388395936243125547</id><published>2009-03-21T18:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:20:47.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special post for the weekend! Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Calibri;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4 £0t 0f ¥0µ m4¥ n0t kn0\/\/ th1$, bµt 1 (4n $p34k 1n £33t £4ngµ4g3 m0$t 0f th3 t1m3. 1 h4v3n't Ð0n3 1t 1n 4\/\/h1£3 $0 \/\/3 \/\/1££ $33 h0\/\/ 1t g03$. 1 £34rn3Ð th1$ £4ngµ4g3 fr0m p£4¥1ng 4 £0t 4nÐ 1 m34n 4 £0t 0f 0n£1n3 g4m3$. 1 4£\/\/4¥$ $33 p30p£3 $p34k1ng 1n th1$ £4ngµ4g3 4nÐ fr0m th3n 0n 1 jµ$t (4µght µp 0n th3 £4ngµ4g3 m¥$3£f. 1t'$ n0t 34$¥ t0 \/\/r1t3 1t, bµt 1t'$ qµ1t3 $1mp£3 t0 r34Ð 1t.   4 f3w, 0k4¥ m4¥b3 4 £0t 0f m¥ fr13nÐ$, 3$p3(14££¥ th0$3 1n th3 1T f13£Ð (4n't $p34k 4nÐ r34Ð th1$ £4ngµ4g3 t0 m¥ µtm0$t $µrpr1$3. \/\/0\/\/, 1 (4n't b3£13v3 th3¥ (4n't µnÐ3r$t4nÐ 1t \/\/h3n 1 (4n r34Ð 1t 34$1£¥ 4h4h4!   £4$t t1m3, 1 4£w4¥$ t4£k3Ð w1th $0m3 0f m¥ 0n£1n3 fr13nÐ$ 1n th1$ £4ngµ4g3 \/\/h3n th3r3 4r3 4 £0t 0f p30p£3 4r0µnÐ µ$. 1t w4$ fµn t0 t4£k 1n (0Ð3$ $0 th4t n0 0n3 \/\/0µ£Ð kn0\/\/ h0\/\/ t0 34v3$Ðr0p 0n ¥0µ. \/\/h3n3v3r w3 w4nt3Ð t0 t4£k 1n $3(r3t, \/\/3'Ð µ$3 th1$ £4ngµ4g3.   T0 th0$3 0f ¥0µ \/\/h0 (4n µnÐ3r$t4nÐ th1$, (0ngr4tµ£4t10n$! T0 th0$3 \/\/h0 Ð0n't, 1'££ p0$t th3 tr4n$£4t10n 0n $µnÐ4¥ 4h4h4h!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-7388395936243125547?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7388395936243125547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-post-for-weekend-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7388395936243125547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7388395936243125547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-post-for-weekend-part-1.html' title='Special post for the weekend! Part 1'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-1598262868723820176</id><published>2009-03-20T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:27:03.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse of KL???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yet another trip to KL again with the notorious LP happened today. Only this time, we didn't just go to look at some books. We were actually there because LP wanted to check the launching of the IPhone in Malaysia supported by Maxis. It was quite okay... for a ghost town. No one really went for the event because the IPhone was already out in Malaysia, well, pirated ones anyway. As Malaysians, it would be unMalaysian-like to not be the pirates that we are! Quoting from LP, we're 2nd compared to the pirate Gods in China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Moving on to the horror story, when we were about to go home, we somehow forgot where we parked the car. At first I told him that we parked at lvl3, so we went searching at lvl3 for the car. 10 minutes later, we ended up empty handed. Then LP said that it's at lvl2 and if we found the car there, he was going to murder me. Luckily for me, the car wasn't there either so hah! After that, we thought back about when we entered KLCC with the alternate entrance. We never went up or down so then it must be at lvl1. We found the car there after spending around 15-20 minutes looking for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After that we went and picked up his friend and headed back home. Again, we got a little lost on the way but luckily chose the right road. Seriously, it's like everytime we go to KL, something like this had to happen to us. It must be the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;curse of KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4992762099622780145-1598262868723820176?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/1598262868723820176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/curse-of-kl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1598262868723820176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1598262868723820176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/curse-of-kl.html' title='Curse of KL???'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-6059680733439498532</id><published>2009-03-19T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:55:32.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well today started really... bad. I'm still a little, okay maybe a lot angry right now. Someone made me really really pissed for the past few days and that anger made my mood very hostile towards others around me. I stayed away from everyone early in the morning so that I wouldn't throw a tantrum to them. That at least worked until I could calm myself and control my emotions better infront of other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anger is never a good emotion. It can cloud your judgement and change your attitude towards others. I learn that the hard way from a long time before. I lost my temper before back then and said some cruel things to a friend of mine who did nothing but bumped into me by accident. It was many years ago, but it's still stuck in my head and to this person, it's kind of late but I'm sorry for what I said back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When you're frustrated, you can't focus on your work at times. But in my case, I can usually do work even more if no one bothers me that moment as I was in no mood to socialize with anyone either. Of course, I'd still be angry when I did it but at least I'm not doing nothing at all. My lecturer and friends in class were surprise to see me read my notes extensively and not entertain any of them. I spent my time studying today, and focused on it a lot. That is of course, lasted only in the morning when I was in a very hostile mood. When it reached afternoon, I managed to surpress it from my friends and not blow up on them. And when that happened, I decided to socialize with them instead of focusing on my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Lesson learnt. When you're in a state of rage, it's best to stay away from everyone until you can control your emotions infront of people.&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/4992762099622780145-6059680733439498532?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/6059680733439498532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/hostility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6059680733439498532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6059680733439498532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/hostility.html' title='Hostility'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-6551343424749666165</id><published>2009-03-18T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:12:30.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag Queen Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Let's look back and re-live the horror that is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drag Queen Competition&lt;/span&gt; which took place last Friday. Here are your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INTI Drag Queen&lt;/span&gt; contestors!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ScDEEKwsGCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Mw8JWh7J_j8/s1600-h/Nicolai.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ScDEEKwsGCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Mw8JWh7J_j8/s400/Nicolai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314463136184277026" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicolai (Nicholas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;First up we have the boob-a-licious Nicolai with her smashing purse and "assests".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ScDEEnqIAPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uofM_WcRNIU/s400/Chantelle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314463143941374194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chantelle (Daryl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Next we have the ever so sexy Chantelle. Someone get her number!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ScDEEjz988I/AAAAAAAAAKk/XiOTrjJVW2E/s400/Zara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314463142908916674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zara (Zack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Up next we have the adorable Zara! Don't be fooled by her timidness for she's a feisty one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Unfortunately, I couldn't find a single picture of our last contestant, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laura (Mus)&lt;/span&gt;. So up next are the group shots!&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ScDEEyyWpxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2b_3Q-Nbw7s/s1600-h/Group+photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ScDEEyyWpxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2b_3Q-Nbw7s/s400/Group+photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314463146928678674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;First off we have all the contestants over here lining up once again for the audience. Enjoy it folks, for they are at your mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ScDEEnssqFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qNwrRf7_ICI/s1600-h/Group+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ScDEEnssqFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qNwrRf7_ICI/s400/Group+photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314463143952164946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Note how they each try to win the appeal of the audience with their beauty. Especially sexy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chantelle &lt;/span&gt;seducing the men at the mercy of her sexiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ahahahaha! And that was your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INTI Drag Queen&lt;/span&gt; contestors! I told you that it was a horror story didn't I hehe. In the end, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicolai &lt;/span&gt;won the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Draq Queen&lt;/span&gt; title while &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laura &lt;/span&gt;takes the title of most hairiest of them all. And last but not least, of course &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chantelle&lt;/span&gt; won the most sexiest contestant out of the four, voted as the people's choice. Wow... I never knew that English Day was such a PG13 event until I came to INTI.&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/4992762099622780145-6551343424749666165?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/6551343424749666165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/drag-queen-competition.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6551343424749666165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6551343424749666165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/drag-queen-competition.html' title='Drag Queen Competition'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/ScDEEKwsGCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Mw8JWh7J_j8/s72-c/Nicolai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-987359492443947430</id><published>2009-03-17T16:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:50:43.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules, Please &amp; Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ever since I was about 9+, I've always set a few lifelong rules for myself to follow. One of them being to smile no matter what life throws at you, just keep smiling. Don't ever lose your calm and don't ever show your emotions. I've broken so many of my own rules, I have to make amends. I've decided to implement back the rules that I've set for myself back into my system. Hopefully, I can follow all of them, regardless of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Rules seem to have lesser impact on society with each passing day. Some rules nowadays we take lightly when back then the punishment could have been the death penalty for all we know. I know quite a lot of people who seem to not know how to follow given rules such as being quiet in the office or no food and drinks allowed. Even at home, my own family doesn't always follow through the rules and some even stopped caring about the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Even worse are people who just takes what they want without having the decency to even ask permission for it. People also seem to not express their gratitude as they should anymore. A simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Thank you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; is too difficult for them to even say, let alone express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where has common courtesy gone in this world we live in? Are the times when people followed rules and were polite to each other gone? Have the simple words such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; been eradicated from this world? If this is how people treat each other now, then I fear for how people would treat each other in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4992762099622780145-987359492443947430?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/987359492443947430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/rules.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/987359492443947430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/987359492443947430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/rules.html' title='Rules, Please &amp; Thank You'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-6595399755149858524</id><published>2009-03-16T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:35:49.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Stressing is never good. But in some cases, it can actually be pretty good. When you're stress, you either do badly in your work due to exhaustion and over thinking, or if you're like me, you can actually do your best work under that kind of pressure. I always push everything to the last minute. It's a very bad habit of mine, but it gets the job done nicely most of the time. Just like right now, I have about 3 assignments due this week I think and I haven't started on any of it yet. And 2 of it is group assignment so I'm pretty sure my groupmates are going to kill me soon enough for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was stress studying yesterday because of my politics exam today. It got so bad that I actually continued reading from my book in my dream when I was sleeping. Thankfully because of that, I remembered what I read in my dream and it actually came out as one of the questions in the exam ahaha! Due to certain reasons this month, I only got about 2 hours of sleep last night and I'm still awake since then without feeling sleepy, though tired but not sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Stress sometimes can push people over the edge. It's always the quiet ones as they say that's really crazy when their stress. I know a few people when their stress, they'd jump around hyperactively and some would even eat non stop without even realizing it. Some of them would laugh at anything you'd throw at them, and then some of them would be synical towards everything within range. Stress is a daily part of life that no one can escape. It's, say it with me people, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"A Way Of Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4992762099622780145-6595399755149858524?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/6595399755149858524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6595399755149858524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6595399755149858524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4657244221806498734</id><published>2009-03-15T15:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:57:51.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Death is inevitable. It's a painful thing that everyone must go through at some point in life. Death of a pet, an aquaintance, a friend, a family, a loved one and finally, death of yourself. It is a horrible experience, death is. It can break your spirits and happiness in an instant and make you lose hope for the future. It's a scary thing to go through it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The first experience I had with death was when my father died when I was only about 9 and a half years old. I could never forget that day, and how I acted through it. I was young, and stupid. I didn't understand what it was when a person is dying. I didn't know how to react. I just stood there, staring without even shedding a tear until it was all too late. I didn't cry on his deathbed, I didn't cry when we buried him, I didn't cry for weeks. I cried only after a few months had passed and by then it was too late for me to even say goodbye to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Everyone dealt with this in their own way. My mom stayed in bed for weeks and wasn't up to doing anything most of the time. My sister was away in UK, London finishing up her studies. My brother became rebellious at the time, sneaking out of the house and getting into trouble. I was trying to be... a perfect child. I tried my best indulging myself into studying to avoid discussing it or even remembering the painful memories of that day. It was only years after that I realized that even if I avoided it by studying and being the perfect son who never gets into trouble, I'll have to face the reality of not seeing my dad again. No matter how much I didn't want to accept that reality, it won't ever change. After realizing that, I focused on moving on with my life. I still haven't succeeded in doing this but I'm trying my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm not afraid if death was coming for me, but I am afraid if it were to come for anyone I cared for and love. If death were to come for someone else that I cared about so much anytime soon, I don't know how I could ever face it. If it were to come for me, I'd say bring it on. I'd like to see it try and take me away. I sound like a hypocrite right now, but we can't fear it when it comes. Death is inevitable, so we can never let it control us.&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/4992762099622780145-4657244221806498734?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4657244221806498734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/death.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4657244221806498734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4657244221806498734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-7201203635461894426</id><published>2009-03-14T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:52:13.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost of Appetite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm not sure what happened exactly, but it's been like this since Monday morning. I can't seem to eat much anymore. I get sick quite fast if I ate the usual amount of food. Maybe it was something I ate last Monday that made me lose my appetite. I remembered how last time I could finish a whole large pizza by myself, now I'm lucky if I could even finish 2 slices. This is quite an intriguing development as I seem to be okay just eating 2 meals a day instead of 3. And it's not even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Puasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pros from this lost of appetite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Save of money on meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Less trips to crowded and bright places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;More time to do other things than eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;More money in your pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; (Yes I know I mentioned it already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cons from this lost of appetite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's not healthy to skip meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Feels as if you're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anorexic&lt;/span&gt; or you have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bulimia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Need to buy new pants or a belt as your old ones are too loose. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Which costs you money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;body has less energy&lt;/span&gt; with less food in the system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brain won't function&lt;/span&gt; sometimes. (Or there could be another reason for it even with food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/4992762099622780145-7201203635461894426?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/7201203635461894426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-of-appetite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7201203635461894426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/7201203635461894426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-of-appetite.html' title='Lost of Appetite'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-8846092885192620708</id><published>2009-03-13T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:57:41.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;English Day was held at INTI College today by the ELS (English Language Society) headed by non other than Tynnkerbel herself. The event was quite a big success even with some complications along the way. Ed Board opened a stall that day selling hot dogs and cola drinks. It was quite a success as well. We actually made some profit from it which substracts our deficit. Okay, even though it's minimal but it was good. We earned money instead of losing it ahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;There were a few sketches that took place during the event and my favorite one was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The Phantom Of The New INTI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Building&lt;/span&gt; created and performed by JC and his group members. My favorite parts were when they mocked the new INTI logo in the play, when they teased the group before them, and most of all the twisted ending in which the Phantom and Raoul ran away together and lived happily ever after ahhahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The biggest event out of all the other events today had to be the Drag Queen Competition. It was really hilarious to see the contestants in a dress, acting like beauty pageant winners. Daryl so should have won that contest ahahah! It had to be the biggest success out of all the events held by ELS today. Hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After that, we got a cake for Tynnkerbel in celebrating her success of the day. Congratulations Tuan Tynn!&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/4992762099622780145-8846092885192620708?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/8846092885192620708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/english-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8846092885192620708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8846092885192620708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/english-day.html' title='English Day'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-766216425427006192</id><published>2009-03-12T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:27:52.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise for LP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today was fun. We threw a surprise party for LP which he didn't even suspect a thing! Originally we wanted to throw him a party yesterday but he couldn't come to college because he was sick. Luckily I found out about it before I went and picked up his cake. We postponed it to today but we weren't sure about the time. Alexis went to get the cake while Paul, Charles and Jay stalled LP in AUP for as long as they can. Han Sen was getting the napkins from the shop while JC, Tuan Tynn and I got the room ready. After we got the cake, Alexis went to get LP to the room while the rest of us waited inside. Han Sen and I went to the next room to light up the candles and bring it in when he's inside the room. Surprisingly he didn't suspect us even with all the people in the room until he saw the cake. He was happy and pleased with it all. He even hugged everyone for it ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After he blew the candles, we let him cut up the cake for all of us and let him serve us. That was bad of us to do but technically to justify ourselves, his birthday isn't until tomorrow so he still has no special privilages yet. Of course, I gave him the present that I got him last monday along with the card signed by everyone. We told him not to open any of it until it is officially his birthday so better keep your promise LP! We also smashed a piece of cake in his face when he didn't want to eat any yet ahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Before we were going back home, LP treated me and Alexis some Subway for a second round. Alexis paid her own meal and LP paid for mine which I will be paying him back tomorrow. I don't care, you're going to take the mullahs! Anyways, happy birthday in advance LP!&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/4992762099622780145-766216425427006192?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/766216425427006192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise-for-lp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/766216425427006192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/766216425427006192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise-for-lp.html' title='Surprise for LP!'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-1411046706992695226</id><published>2009-03-11T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:23:01.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Study, Or Not To Study?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Now that is a really, really good question. Can you actually study when there are so much distractions around you? I can't seem to do it at most of the time, but when I do get a mood to study, I'll read for hours and hours, forgetting about getting any sleep or food in me. Tips on when you're reading, it's best to do it before you sleep. One time I did this with my history, I actually dreamt that I was living inside the event that I read about before I went to sleep. So yeah, that helped me memorized what happened a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Studying also depends on your mood. If you're in a good mood, you'll most likely not study and just keep doing stuff that you like. If you're bored, you would give in to reading. If you're depressed, you will read like there is no tomorrow. I don't know about you guys, but I can be that way when I'm depressed. Now I really should be studying my american history as my exam is tomorrow. Wish me luck!&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/4992762099622780145-1411046706992695226?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/1411046706992695226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-study-or-not-to-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1411046706992695226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/1411046706992695226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-study-or-not-to-study.html' title='To Study, Or Not To Study?'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-8968151566954318787</id><published>2009-03-10T12:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:31:47.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;An unfortunate day yet again in KL. Only this time, I went to KLCC by myself. Here's what happened last night. I followed my parents and sister to KL as they were going to watch a play at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Istana Budaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; so they just dropped me off at KLCC as I had to go and buy my friend's birthday present. Oh boy, you have no idea how much trouble it was to get the gift. First, I didn't bring any cash with me so I thought I'd just withdraw some money from the ATM but, out of all the days my card had to have some error during that time so I couldn't withdraw from any of the ATM machines over in KLCC. Then, I took a cab from KLCC to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Istana Budaya&lt;/span&gt; to get some money from my sis. Ironically, I went to her to get some money when I spent about RM40 on the cab fare to go there and back to KLCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After that fiasco, I went to buy the gift and thankfully, it was on a 20% discount sale so that was a relief. When that was done with, I had to wait for my family to finish with their play. They said it'd finish at 10.30pm, so I thought okay, I'll just wait and read my books at Burger King. I bought some ice cream from there and that costed another RM3. Fine. Then, BK was closing as it was already 10.20pm and still no call or anything from my family. So, I had to change location and move to another place. Then I thought okay, let's wait at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DOME&lt;/span&gt; since their going to be here soon and it's raining already. To sit at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DOME&lt;/span&gt; apparently I have to buy something from them and as I didn't eat my dinner yet, I'll just have their apple squash or something which costed almost RM14. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DOME&lt;/span&gt; then closed at 11.15pm and still no calls from my family. So then I just sat out in the rain waiting for them, not spending another dime as I'm already broke as it is. Finally at 11.45pm, they picked me up from KLCC. What a long night that was. And I was only planning to buy the gift at KLCC and do nothing else which would have taken only like, 10 minutes at most I think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Seriously! Have your family ever ditched you until it reached to that extent before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4992762099622780145-8968151566954318787?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/8968151566954318787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/unfortunate-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8968151566954318787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8968151566954318787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/unfortunate-day.html' title='Unfortunate Day'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-178479340968665457</id><published>2009-03-09T08:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:23:00.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I hate myself. Yesterday's reunion didn't exactly go as planned. I somehow got myself sick that night with a heavy migraine and a stomach ache. I think i got food poisoning or something. Anyways, the migraine was really bad. I almost fainted during the photo session as there were too many bright lights flashing and too many people around. I ran straight out to the bathroom after the last photo was shot and stayed there for awhile. Because of that, I missed the birthday singing and cutting of the cake by all the March babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After that, I spent most of the time just sitting down, trying to calm both my migraine and my stomach ache. I didn't get a chance to mingle much with everyone. A few close friends of mine knew what was wrong so they sat down next to me and talked with me. Thanks guys... Because I was sick, I decided to leave the party early. Even though I really, really wished that I could stay a lot longer, I'd just be a burden to my friends who are taking care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Some funny stuffs did happen though, like it took us 1 hour + to start the bbq fire. We were using this charcoal that was shaped like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Curry Puff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It looked really weird. To start it, we gathered some leaves and sticks we found on the field and burn them below the charcoal. Some of us looked a whole lot different than the last time we met. It was really fun, despite that I got sick. I can't wait for the next gathering next year.&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/4992762099622780145-178479340968665457?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/178479340968665457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/178479340968665457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/178479340968665457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-981671086541233032</id><published>2009-03-08T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:55:25.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;In a few hours from now I will be attending my old high school Form 5 class 2nd reunion. I'm quite excited and can't wait as we haven't gather like this since last year, though some of them can't make it to the reunion. I remember back in school, how noisy we were, how we annoy some of the other teachers, how our homeroom teacher fought for us, how we threw a party when the classes next door we're having exams, how we helped and supported each other with everything, how we acted like... family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss those days... Back when everything was simple and fun... I sometimes wish that it wouldn't end. But, everything comes to an end at some point. All we can really do is hold on to those memories, or move on with our lives along with the lessons learnt...&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/4992762099622780145-981671086541233032?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/981671086541233032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/981671086541233032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/981671086541233032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-6575101789752897697</id><published>2009-03-07T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:25:31.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A lot of people have weird habits that they follow through everyday. That goes for me too. I have a tendency to walk around in circles in my living room everyday while listening to my MP3 player. My family thought it was really weird for me to do such a thing last time, but they got used to it eventually. I think. I also have the tendency to talk to myself as if I'm talking to a group of people. Now this was really freaky to my family and to some people out in public as well I guess. That would explain the many people staring at me whenever I do this sort of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Point is, everyone has a weird habit that they have to do to get through the day. It's a good thing to have as it can be an immaculate support for anyone. Don't let what people say about a habit that you do everyday stop you from doing it. Unless of course if that habit is killing people, literally.&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/4992762099622780145-6575101789752897697?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/6575101789752897697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6575101789752897697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6575101789752897697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-habits.html' title='Weird Habits'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-6108448285468844163</id><published>2009-03-06T00:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:44:21.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Tunnel For Dumb People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;The title says it all. Smart tunnel really benefits dumb people like LP and me. Okay rewinding back to yesterday night. we left college at around 7.30pm and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : I think I should go to KL today to get my books. You wanna go?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Aiyo why you want to go now la. I don't have my ATM card with me today so I can't buy anything since I only got RM30 left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Oh okay then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Ahh WTH. Let's go to KL again. I'll just use JC's method of reading books over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Har??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;And the conversation went on with us crapping a lot until we reached KL. Before we went to KLCC, we made a quick stop at Low Yat because LP was hunting for some computer parts for something. Curse him! I really got tempted a lot by the notebooks on sale over there. But since I'm broke, no notebooks for me. We went to this store which I completely missed the name of it to get his stuff. While we were browsing around, there was a mouse running around inside the store. The staff eventually caught the mouse on a mouse. Now there's something you don't hear everyday. Anyway, after he got his stuff, I got myself a pair of cheap speakers which LP then said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Why do you need speakers when you already have the earphones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Because I don't wanna go deaf. I use the earphones every single minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Oh okay. So how much are the speakers worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: RM14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Oh so it's 3 months then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: What!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;When we were in the parking lot, after he just finished paying the ticket and we got into the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Okay, next stop. KLCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Okay. Yay books~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : On my IPod music for me please. Just attached that and open the IPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Okay. Done. Eh no sound also. Oh okay the wire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Uh-oh, where did I put the parking ticket just now? Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Har?! You lost it already?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : 2 minutes driving in the car and already I lost the ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Memang Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : I give you permission to rummage through my wallet see if I put it in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Nope not in here. Your pockets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Only change. Oh shit. Check around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;5 Minutes later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Hmm no where to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Okay found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Har! Where was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : In the pocket of my shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;After we left Low Yat, we went for KLCC to look at the books. And then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : You know what? Before I go to US, I'm gonna go watch the F1 race at Sepang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: F1 race at Sepang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Yeah. I always wanted to go watch it. This year I'm going to get the tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Why didn't you tell me last year. My sister always get free tickets to that race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Your sister works in Petronas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Yeeeeaaaah. She usually gives the tickets to my brother but it's mostly cause I never ask it from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;After that we divide and conquered the store to look at our own stuffs. While he was looking for his stuff, I was looking for the birthday present for my friend. I finally found the perfect gift, but I forgot that my ATM card was with my mom at that time so I had no money to buy it. Man, this means I have to go to KL again and soon, as my friend's birthday is very soon. LP was crying when he couldn't get to buy some of the magazines as he went slightly over budget on his other books. The store was about to close at the time we were leaving, so just in time I guess. When we left KLCC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Okay, which exit do we take. What's on the right and on the left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Left is JLN Ampang and JLN Tun Razak. Right is JLN Tun Razak (Selatan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Ah either way is the same. Let's go left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;When we got out of the exit and made a few turns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Where are we again? I don't remember this road the last time we came here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: I have no idea. I don't remember this road either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Should we continue on the unknown path or turn back to KLCC. Counting the loss of fuel and time if the unknown path was wrong... Ahh let's just go back to KLCC. Safest choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Yeah I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;We got back to square 1. And then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Okay, let's go this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Umm LP, the sign board...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Oh shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Yeaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Oh shit oh shit oh shit! Oh okay, the road joined back again. Okay now we're on the right road. Okay next time we go remember to take JLN Tun Razak (Selatan)! JLN Tun Razak (Selatan)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Eyup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;After that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Where's the smart tunnel? Is that the smart tunnel? No entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Umm I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Hmm what la this thing don't even have a sign board as to what tunnel it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Err the sign board is over there on top of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;LP : Yeah now I see it. Okay. Smart tunnel really for dumb people like us who are idiots with directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Me: Eyup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;When we got out the smart tunnel, everything went smoothly as we know where to go already. After that he sent me home and that was the end of another KL trip with the notorious LP. Conclusion, smart tunnel is really good for dumb people like us who don't know the road in KL and actually got ourselves lost in the process of finding the right road. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you guys get this much trouble when you go to KL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-6108448285468844163?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/6108448285468844163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/smart-tunnel-for-dumb-people.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6108448285468844163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/6108448285468844163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/smart-tunnel-for-dumb-people.html' title='Smart Tunnel For Dumb People'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-784536921107190404</id><published>2009-03-05T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:51:08.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I ask myself this question sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"What is Music?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. A lot of people have different and diverse opinions on this subject. Music has been around for as long as anyone can remember. Why do people listen and compose music though? Here's a list of reasons that I believe to be the reason as to what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Way Of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; - Some people say that music is a way of life, that it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speaks to them&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not too sure on how to explain it, but I agree with this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Expressing Feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - This is definitely by far the most popular reason as to why people listen and compose music. The power to express oneself through music is really helpful when one cannot express it through speech. Through the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood set&lt;/span&gt; by the song, you can tell what the person is feeling at that moment. Whether it being the emotion of anger, joy, sad, playful and so on. You can also tell a person's emotion &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;through the lyrics&lt;/span&gt; of the songs as well in some cases. If the person is listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We Belong Together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mariah Carey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; you can tell that the person is missing someone he or she loves dearly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not an exact science&lt;/span&gt; as there are still other variables you need to consider like maybe the song has a nice beat or the songs is just nice to hear. If you're a composer, you could be like many artists and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;write your experinces in songs&lt;/span&gt;. Like say, a person who dumped you for another person who's more popular than you. Write a song about it, get famous, and when that person is begging you for a second chance say something like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Sorry, I don't date unpopular people" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"No thanks, I'm not desperate enough to say yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Some people listen to music to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escape from reality&lt;/span&gt;. It's a relaxation technique, like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt; Yoga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt; They don't want to think about their problems so they listen to music and avoid thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Music can be a way to communicate with one another. If you have no hobbies in common, maybe you share the same music interest and that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allows people to interact with one another&lt;/span&gt;. Even if you're from different countries and speak in different languages, music can break through the social barriers resulting in bonds of friendships being formed all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - In any party you host, you need some music to get it started now don't you? If you disagree with this statement, please take a class in how to throw a party known as PTY 101. Think about it, without music, it's going to be a really, really dull black &amp;amp; white life. Music can provide you with the right colors to complete the picture making it more interesting to the eyes of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Social Reforming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Some music have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hidden messages&lt;/span&gt; within them or maybe even an obvious one. The message could be something like how we should join the fight on cancer, how we should not ignore the social problems going on around the world, or even on how to destroy your properties to release some stress. Hey, it does work you know. Releasing stress through destroying some stuffs lying around the house, especially if it's own by someone you dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So far, these are the reasons I could think of at the moment. For me, I especially believe in reason number 2, 3 and 5 because that's why I love music a lot. How about you guys? What do you believe music is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145-784536921107190404?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/784536921107190404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/784536921107190404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/784536921107190404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-music.html' title='What is Music?'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-9212024626771719396</id><published>2009-03-04T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:35:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I hate having migraines. It's so annoying. Feels as if someone is hammering my head away with a giant steel hammer on an anvil. I had a rather nasty one today. It started in the afternoon and is still going on right now actually. As if the migraine wasn't already bad enough, I'm going through some emotional bomb this month which makes my migraines a whole lot worse than it already is. I wish this thing would just go away but unfortunately for me, it's hereditary so I'm stuck with it for God knows how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So far, only a few techniques seem to be working for me to lessen the pain. One is staying away from any bright lights which is a seriously hard thing to do in college as almost every spot have at least a dozen of lights above it. Second is staying away from crowds which is another hard thing to do as most of my usual hangout places are crowded. So in order to avoid the crowds, I mostly stay outside the building or in one of the secluded areas in college. Third is by doing something that relaxes you, which in my case was listening to music. I usually blast my music to max volume when it gets really bad so that I can ignore the pain and focus only on the music. It actually works, but some of my friends are worried that I would be going deaf soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Time to go and do some work before I try and go off to dreamland, see ya people.&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/4992762099622780145-9212024626771719396?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/9212024626771719396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/migraines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/9212024626771719396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/9212024626771719396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/migraines.html' title='Migraines'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-5643413458446664319</id><published>2009-03-03T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:58:01.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've been told by my friends that I seem to save up my money more than I used to. They were wondering how come they don't see me eating a subway or drinking a starbucks anymore. Truth be told, I'm broke from buying birthday presents for some people and buying books for myself. That costed a bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So now, instead of spending about RM10-RM14 for a meal, I spend only RM5-RM7 instead. I need to save up more right now as someone's birthday is coming up real soon. I need to get the gift asap. Luckily, I already know what to get for the person, but I'm not sure if I got the right type of it. Oh well, it's the thought that counts right? If the person likes it, then it would be a good plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I also need to save up for this Sunday as my old Form 5 class is going to have a class reunion and everyone has to chip in to pay for the food. Good investment I'd say. Hopefully I'll still have enough to spend for myself. If not, then I guess I'll just have to be a hobo at college.&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/4992762099622780145-5643413458446664319?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/5643413458446664319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/saving-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5643413458446664319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5643413458446664319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/saving-up.html' title='Saving up'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-8774114985259032200</id><published>2009-03-02T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:37:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bowling use to be my favorite past time when I was around 7 years old. Mostly because it was a family night sort of thing. We'd occasionally play bowling with each other to have fun and bond. My dad was the best bowler in the family at the time and I'd always try to beat his score. I was the third best bowler next to my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;He set the bar at 246 points in a game, and my best at the time was still only 160. But, after my dad died, the family night just stopped. I still continued playing bowling occasionally with some of my cousins or by myself, but my family never got together to play it again. I tried to beat my dad's score until I was 12, but the highest I could go was 193. When I started high school, I lost interest in playing bowling as well. For the past 6 years, I've only bowled about, 3-4 times when my cousins or my friends ask me to come along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Part of me wished that I didn't stop bowling and continued, but the other part of me didn't want to continue without my idol. Maybe when I see him up there, we'll have a bowling competition again like we used to.&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/4992762099622780145-8774114985259032200?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/8774114985259032200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/bowling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8774114985259032200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/8774114985259032200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-4944759761820138619</id><published>2009-03-01T02:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:55:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss your voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the late nights watching movies with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the maggie mees that you cooked for us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the days we played bowling together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the times we go to the lottery place together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the way you yelled at me for doing something wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the way you supported me in everything I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the way you cheered me up when I'm down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss all the things you did to make me happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss all the talks that you and I shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss how you made everything seemed safe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss how you'd spend time with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the way you laughed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the ways we celebrate our birthdays at midnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the chaos and mayhem we got from buying gifts in the family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the way you protected me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss hanging out with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss the way you answered my questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Most of all, I miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;In loving memory of Steven Zahairi. Happy birthday Pa...&lt;/span&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/4992762099622780145-4944759761820138619?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/4944759761820138619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4944759761820138619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/4944759761820138619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You. . .'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-5954542072771061637</id><published>2009-02-28T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:45:36.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This weekend seems to be quite a busy weekend I've had up to date. There were a few Ed Board related matters that I have to take care of and still am by the way, finishing off some assignments that I've been putting off for awhile, and study for some upcoming tests in the not so distant future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've just started on my part of the group assignment and it took me 1 hour just to finish up one point out of the 8 points. Looks like I won't be sleeping anytime soon. Tests are going to be bombarded on me soon, so I better prepare myself for that fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;There's still the matter of finishing up some of the articles for the March Issue of the INTI Insider that I still haven't written yet. I have to get on that right after I finish up my assignment. Unfortunately, there are numerous things for me to do and there seems to be a depleting timeline which makes it all worse. Then again, that is the case with all students around the world now isn't it? No time for games, its time for work!&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/4992762099622780145-5954542072771061637?l=weirdoqisti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/feeds/5954542072771061637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5954542072771061637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992762099622780145/posts/default/5954542072771061637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdoqisti.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Qisti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10413689100643050283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cscLmawY4Ok/TOyKsK_gImI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b6904hosJyc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992762099622780145.post-1017756220202538746</id><published>2009-02-27T08:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:33:33.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dreams are such random things aren't they? I for one didn't expect to get one just yesterday. For the past... 2 weeks I think, I've been able to sleep for only 1-3 hours max. I finally got a good night's rest yesterday of 8 hours, but it comes with a price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I had a dream that I didn't think I would still have, which is kind of... weird. The dream was a remembrance of an event in the past and what might have happen afterwards if things were different back then. It must have something to do with the "signs" I was seeing last week but, it just felt like it meant something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They say that dreams are windows to the future. What if what I saw in that dream was to be reality in time. I wouldn't know how to react to that honestly. I guess we just have to wait and see if it will either be just another sweet dream, or a harsh reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992762099622780145
