<?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-8166131521903575538</id><updated>2012-03-05T00:16:19.472+11:00</updated><title type='text'>8yEr@</title><subtitle type='html'>Come here as a friend,
and dont come here as a judge</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8499490931014904566</id><published>2012-03-05T00:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T00:16:19.485+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Citibank Vs HSBC Vs Maybank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;One day, three bankers, a Citibanker, one from HSBC and another from Maybank, went for a walk. They were old buddies from school, and they were remembering the tough old days they went as students together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;For no apparent reason, they went into a zoo and passed an elephant.Being from the same field and the same school, there is little bit of peer competition going on, so when he saw this elephant, an idea clicked the Citibanker,he said to the others "Why don't we prove who is the best among us? Let's make a test." The others, of course, agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;Then the Citibank said "Whoever can make this elephant laugh, he works for the best Bank". They all agreed and started. Being a pure logical strategist, the Citibanker tried to make the elephant laugh by telling jokes. Of course it stayed still. As a more practical guy, the HSBC guy tried to make funny gestures...and the elephant still stood firm. Now, comes the Maybanker. Being the tomorrow-can-do-it guy, he whispered something to the elephant, and it laughed at him while pointing its trunk at him. The other two were astonished. How come this Maybanker beat them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;So the HSBC guy said "OK, let's make another test. Let's make this elephant cries !!". So there they went again. The Citibanker told sad stories, the HSBC guy made sad gestures, and they fail again. Then, the Maybanker whispered something again in the elephant's ear and it just cried, weeping and patting away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;This can't be, thought the other two. So the Citibanker said "OK, you've won twice. If you can win this test, we will bow to you. Let's make this elephant run". He went and barked to the elephant ordering it to run. Of course, it stayed still. The HSBC guy pushes the elephant and stabs it with stake to make it run, it stayed still. So...our Maybanker comes to it and whispers something again in its ear and the elephant ran and ran as fast as it could, as if it was scared to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 247); "&gt;The other two surrendered. "OK, you're the best, pal.You work for a very good Bank; not even our global bankers can beat you. Do tell us your secret". "Well" said the Maybanker "the first time I made it laugh, I said maybank is the best bank ". "When I made it cry, I told the elephant how much I get paid". "And when I made it run scared to death, I said to it, Why don't you join Maybank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8499490931014904566?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8499490931014904566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8499490931014904566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8499490931014904566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8499490931014904566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2012/03/citibank-vs-hsbc-vs-maybank.html' title='Citibank Vs HSBC Vs Maybank.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3993219219130899905</id><published>2012-02-18T23:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T23:02:04.004+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun rose like it does on any other day, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd just made coffee and you'd come back from doing the groceries and I asked if you wanted some without turning my head to look at you, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hit the floor so slowly and so hard and without any real warning, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew we'd had our differences and our silences but I didn't expect it to end like this, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought there'd be more time, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was still alive at that point, I imagine I'd smell cordite and sulphur filling the room and hear the echoes bouncing off the walls, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I imagine there was a look of surprise on my face, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if you thought you were being merciful by waiting until I wasn't looking, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably stared off at a distant point, while you gathered your things together and left, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know that my body was there for a while and that the room was dark and that it was very quiet, because of what you'd done, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what you might not know, is that I got up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And washed my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the sun rose again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the day after you shot me in the back of the head.&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/8166131521903575538-3993219219130899905?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3993219219130899905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3993219219130899905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3993219219130899905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3993219219130899905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2012/02/sun-rose-like-it-does-on-any-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3439592544998464526</id><published>2012-02-17T00:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T00:56:08.508+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;If you like a whole bunch of things and I like a whole bunch of things, maybe one of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt; the things that we both like, can be each other.&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/8166131521903575538-3439592544998464526?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3439592544998464526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3439592544998464526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3439592544998464526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3439592544998464526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-you-like-whole-bunch-of-things-and-i_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2620319904179308541</id><published>2012-02-17T00:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T00:55:37.122+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;If you like a whole bunch of things and I like a whole bunch of things, maybe one of the things that we both like, can be each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2620319904179308541?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2620319904179308541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2620319904179308541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2620319904179308541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2620319904179308541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-you-like-whole-bunch-of-things-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2303087389158707857</id><published>2012-02-05T23:49:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:49:34.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"But I just want to stop feeling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"As far as I can tell, there's only one way to stop feeling and that's to die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"That seems a bit drastic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"It is drastic. Perhaps the most drastic thing there is. There are other ways to kill feelings, like drinking a lot or working hard, constantly, pushing those around you as far away as possible until there's no way for you to reach out to them but ultimately, the only way to completely stop feeling, forever, is to die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"I'm not sure I'm ready for that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"Good. You'll be a better person for it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"I mean that the most interesting, amazing people I've ever met, the ones who influenced and shaped the universe itself, are the ones that felt too much but lived through it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"That sounds hard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"It is. It involves living."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2303087389158707857?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2303087389158707857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2303087389158707857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2303087389158707857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2303087389158707857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2012/02/but-i-just-want-to-stop-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2352852964036627978</id><published>2012-01-23T11:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:48:36.051+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"Is this how I'm supposed to feel now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, I'll check the manual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It says that you're feeling the right way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What way is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It says that there is no right way to feel but, right now, after something like this happens, you do need to feel however you're feeling and that feeling this way, however you're feeling, is healthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't sound very scientific."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has nothing to do with science."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does it say anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It says you'll break something if you beat yourself up for the way you feel and that you won't be able to feel differently until you've finished feeling this feeling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. How long will that take?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. How do you feel?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2352852964036627978?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2352852964036627978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2352852964036627978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2352852964036627978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2352852964036627978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-this-how-im-supposed-to-feel-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-6696010315317223138</id><published>2012-01-18T03:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:07:09.469+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Find me please</title><content type='html'>Im screaming from the inside.&lt;div&gt;Please find me before it's too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-6696010315317223138?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6696010315317223138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=6696010315317223138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6696010315317223138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6696010315317223138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2012/01/find-me-please.html' title='Find me please'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2957657179696105717</id><published>2011-11-26T16:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T16:39:16.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenkiuu...</title><content type='html'>Love makes us act like a child.&lt;div&gt;Love makes us mad like a crazy dumbass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love makes us act like a stupido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sorry for all the craziness i bring to your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But im not sorry for making me part of your everyday life! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2957657179696105717?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2957657179696105717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2957657179696105717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2957657179696105717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2957657179696105717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/11/tenkiuu.html' title='Tenkiuu...'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4101943210248106619</id><published>2011-11-06T02:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:32:59.856+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dunia memang indah.&lt;div&gt;Ciptaan tuhan tersangat indah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadang2 kita tersangat inginkan sesuatu. Tapi kita tak dapat. Kenapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab sesuatu yang kita terlalu inginkan itu bukan yang terbaik buat kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kadang2 Yang terbaik buat kita adalah sesuatu yang sangat kita benci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kebencian itulah sebenarnya yang terbaik buat kita sebab ia mengajar kita erti menerima sesuatu dengan ikhlas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4101943210248106619?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4101943210248106619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4101943210248106619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4101943210248106619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4101943210248106619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/11/dunia-memang-indah.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7961238095763419382</id><published>2011-08-02T22:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T07:55:07.171+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk</title><content type='html'>Im taking a risk with you even though it scares me to death to admit that Yes! i wanna be with you!. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels so right with you by my side and it feels so wrong every time i wanted you to go away. (I know u will never listen even though ive told you a thousand times to leave me alone!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i love the way we are now. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7961238095763419382?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7961238095763419382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7961238095763419382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7961238095763419382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7961238095763419382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/08/risk.html' title='Risk'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-1163606871091962819</id><published>2011-07-15T23:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:27:44.747+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess i wanna make it simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If u want it to happen, then we can try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If u dont want, then dont give me so many reasons because i'll get your msg and we can stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-1163606871091962819?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1163606871091962819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=1163606871091962819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1163606871091962819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1163606871091962819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-guess-i-wanna-make-it-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7578087227690227252</id><published>2011-07-12T23:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:53:02.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24/7 im fighting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Im fighting to get sales during daylight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Im fighting to perform in my futsal game during the night and weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Most importantly im fighting every single second to make sure that my heart will always be intact with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7578087227690227252?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7578087227690227252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7578087227690227252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7578087227690227252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7578087227690227252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/07/247-im-fighting.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-71272999917391861</id><published>2011-07-12T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:45:02.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>you said it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Every single words that you told me yesterday counted and sealed safely with me. And if let say one day u forget about it, you actually forget the heart that you've spoke to last night. And it might no longer beating because u will also forget to hold it tight and let it break into pieces. (Miss you. Always). =D&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/8166131521903575538-71272999917391861?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/71272999917391861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=71272999917391861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/71272999917391861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/71272999917391861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-said-it.html' title='you said it.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-299575151363808992</id><published>2011-07-10T19:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:24:33.625+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please make it stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-299575151363808992?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/299575151363808992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=299575151363808992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/299575151363808992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/299575151363808992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-5902336285184261873</id><published>2011-07-04T07:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:51:28.147+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelaki dan aku.</title><content type='html'>"Kalau lelaki itu tak banyak kerenah, memang perempuan sanggup junjung lelaki itu sampai bila2" taken from &lt;a href="http://suicidepark.blogspot.com/2011/07/islam-culture-marriage-dan-knowledge-is.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Islam: Culture, Marriage dan Knowledge is Power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-5902336285184261873?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5902336285184261873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=5902336285184261873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5902336285184261873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5902336285184261873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/07/lelaki-dan-aku.html' title='Lelaki dan aku.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7960797538787188310</id><published>2011-05-21T14:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:54:29.474+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Main dan dipermainkan.</title><content type='html'>Okay peeps this is what i tot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when i think about it again... there's no such thing as "dipermainkan" or being a fooled in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antara sebabnya ialah semua manusia ada hati. Dan hati itu boleh berubah2 mengikut masa. Perasaan juga boleh berubah mengikut masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi bagi saya, anda tidak dipermainkan oleh si dia, tetapi hati si dia yang telah berubah mengikut peredaran masa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya masih tak percaya ada manusia yang begitu kejam "saja-saja hobi" nak mainkan perasaan orang lain. Kalau betul wujud manusia kejam ini, boleh tolong kenalkan pada saya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7960797538787188310?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7960797538787188310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7960797538787188310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7960797538787188310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7960797538787188310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/05/main-dan-dipermainkan.html' title='Main dan dipermainkan.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4292968304220587212</id><published>2011-05-01T14:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T14:51:28.459+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness !!</title><content type='html'>I am a super workaholic woman is because i want to forget.&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to forget about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4292968304220587212?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4292968304220587212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4292968304220587212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4292968304220587212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4292968304220587212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/05/busyness.html' title='Busyness !!'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3626639632084886398</id><published>2011-04-19T23:22:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:38:25.254+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey ladies!</title><content type='html'>You don't love me enough when you are willing to share your love with someone else.&lt;div&gt;In return, i wont sacrifice myself for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im willing to let go of my career,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im willing to be a better person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im willing to give birth to your future son/daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im willing to starve just stay in shape...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im willing to feel the pain just to look beautiful....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i think i care... and because i think i love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what will i get in return?... nothing... but hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what will you sacrifice for me?... nothing.... but trouble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money?...nahhh i can earn it myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A family?... im happy with my own....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing i will get....is a "madu" because u have the intention to has a second wife...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, we are definitely NOT A GOOD MATCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love me enough, u know you will never marry a second one because you will never want to hurt me in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course this apply to all the ladies who has been taken for granted by their husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-3626639632084886398?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3626639632084886398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3626639632084886398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3626639632084886398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3626639632084886398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-ladies.html' title='Hey ladies!'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-309018018434552936</id><published>2011-03-22T01:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T01:30:18.040+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What ive tot will happen, happened anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next time, dont stay in denial and just trust your instinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, take my advice before it's too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me, it's almost too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-309018018434552936?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/309018018434552936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=309018018434552936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/309018018434552936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/309018018434552936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-ive-tot-will-happen-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7391666014263091294</id><published>2011-03-14T00:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:36:48.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we going to the same path? if we are not, we better stop and be separated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7391666014263091294?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7391666014263091294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7391666014263091294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7391666014263091294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7391666014263091294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-you-are-we-going-to-same-path-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-6920973645354323443</id><published>2011-03-02T03:58:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:01:25.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>More than words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;More than words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes, it is so obvious that the words that are coming out from your mouth does not means anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One reason, because the heart speak louder than words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seriously, i can tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But i was in denial and to believe such words are true from the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and i was still in denial when i said i might be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(unknown sources) &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/8166131521903575538-6920973645354323443?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6920973645354323443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=6920973645354323443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6920973645354323443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6920973645354323443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-than-words.html' title='More than words.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-1349348076547590467</id><published>2011-02-27T23:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:09:37.087+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All or nothing</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i feel like i fight for nothing.&lt;div&gt;and It sucks to feel like im fighting for something that's not even there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, please do convince me that something really worth my effort. Or else i will stop all together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-1349348076547590467?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1349348076547590467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=1349348076547590467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1349348076547590467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1349348076547590467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-or-nothing.html' title='All or nothing'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-9017048777178817784</id><published>2011-02-14T01:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T01:27:38.994+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will only let as many happy moment as possible wif you so that the only sad moment that we need to face when we finally have to say goodbye! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-9017048777178817784?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/9017048777178817784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=9017048777178817784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9017048777178817784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9017048777178817784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-only-let-as-many-happy-moment-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4749408416523530162</id><published>2011-02-13T17:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:07:23.309+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this is the first time i feel so content and relax despite all the problem and challenges that i need to face. &lt;div&gt;In a few weeks time, i have to be ready to make another choice that will surely change my life that i have at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know life is about choices. And making the right choices are not as important as having the right aim in life. Just aim for something and no matter what you choose you will definitely base your choice to get what you have aimed for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4749408416523530162?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4749408416523530162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4749408416523530162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4749408416523530162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4749408416523530162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-this-is-first-time-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7748070712876405035</id><published>2011-02-01T15:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:07:18.109+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If the only way not to hurt you is by walking away. I'll do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7748070712876405035?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7748070712876405035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7748070712876405035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7748070712876405035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7748070712876405035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-way-not-to-hurt-you-is-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-516917859358311065</id><published>2011-01-28T03:16:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:59:15.074+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great person who touches my life</title><content type='html'>Yes, i need to experience everything in order to success. My coach told me personally today "Ive experience being a drop out, being at the top and being in the middle. Once u have experienced it all, nothing can beat you." and at the moment, i feel like shit playing with all this national players. Rasa mcm looser giler. but Thank you coach for the very inspiring advice. and thank you again for exposing me with all the new knowledges. I will never stop pursuing my dream to be a professional player. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-516917859358311065?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/516917859358311065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=516917859358311065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/516917859358311065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/516917859358311065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-great-person-who-touches-my.html' title='Another great person who touches my life'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2466852991085115062</id><published>2011-01-21T01:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T02:03:37.497+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi peeps !....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for my late updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment, my social life has become sucker and sucker. Not because it's not happening. It's happening everywhere with all the invitations but i guess it just me who doesn't want to be out there anymore. Im soooo not feel like seeing anyone new right now. I just wanna be with the people i know and with the crowd that im comfortable with. No superficial faces and without any wall between us. It will only be me and with all the people i love. I guess i just miss u guys so much lahhhh!. What happen to Syera who love to meet new people? I guess time change me. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is the time, and this is the transition that i need to face. Close friend started to have the life of their own with works and family. Some already had a family of their own. Some are so in love with their work (okay terasa), some are just so busy with other commitments and stuff. Well, what to do, we are born alone and sooner or later we will die alone too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is getting tougher and tougher. Too much expectation and i dont dare to disappoint any of them. My expectation of myself is high too and i dont dare to disappoint myself too. Last time, I wanted to make things easy but for some reason im accidentally exposing myself with too much challenges. I hope i can cope with it well. I used to say to myself that i need a rest, i dont want to push myself so much and just live life easy. But for some reason i am so tempted to challenge myself to do something. No wonder that im so in love with my work right now. Working on holiday macam bangla...and i even bring home all files!! (rasa loser sangat!)... Last time i used to promise myself that my works ends at 6pm every Friday.... but i guess the promise has been broken. Because if i dont work like bangla there are big possibilities that i have failed myself. If that ever happens, i dont think i can handle the disappointment. Lucky for me, that i have my futsal and him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's only 3 things that important to me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work @ career&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Futsal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 12am tonite, i wanna thank you God for creating such a lovely person who is in my life right now and hopefully he's be in it forever. With all the challenges that i have to face, he manage to makes me smile and and be happy despite all the trouble and all the challenges that i need to face. Your support means a lot to me! Thank you God and of course thanks to you too!. I did something special for him tonite. Simple but special. *wink2*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2466852991085115062?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2466852991085115062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2466852991085115062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2466852991085115062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2466852991085115062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4064221263051867675</id><published>2011-01-01T14:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:03:13.294+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;For 2011 onwards, I must have control of the authorship of my own destiny. The pen that writes my life story must be held in my own hand. Let my faith take flight and WRITE! and the story that im gonna write is all about living a life fearlessly and never look back. Happy New year to everyone! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4064221263051867675?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4064221263051867675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4064221263051867675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4064221263051867675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4064221263051867675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7758012320602499861</id><published>2010-12-06T16:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:08:15.175+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kau tetapkanlah hati ku ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kau berilah ia pada yang sebenarnya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hanya Kau yang Maha Mengetahui segalanya. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-9089387471115419758</id><published>2010-11-24T02:21:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T02:24:31.143+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can someone trust me if i can't even trust myself ? &lt;div&gt;If u can help me with this, you are definitely my man ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers! &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/8166131521903575538-9089387471115419758?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-5351745677876215</id><published>2010-11-21T01:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T01:31:54.952+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahu ikut ini resam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tz4OwaNeVx4/TD1f5xzEvwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ahMOvfh8j6w/s1600/698dove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tz4OwaNeVx4/TD1f5xzEvwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ahMOvfh8j6w/s1600/698dove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Resam Merpati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nampak senang didekati, tetapi susah dimiliki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-5351745677876215?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5351745677876215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=5351745677876215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5351745677876215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5351745677876215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/11/mahu-ikut-ini-resam.html' title='Mahu ikut ini resam.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tz4OwaNeVx4/TD1f5xzEvwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ahMOvfh8j6w/s72-c/698dove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2966683594798746354</id><published>2010-11-15T23:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:55:18.888+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a371/emi_myst/blog2/ferriswheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a371/emi_myst/blog2/ferriswheel.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am super happy but at the same time i am super scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Because being so happy means sooner or later i am going to be so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Life works that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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attach to anyone, because of the fact that nothing will last and no one will stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried every time i watch a movie or heard about our love one going far far away because God love them so much. I know one day this thing will happen to me.  I cant even imagine myself in this situation... the moment this tot strike me! i shut it down immediately ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care if let say one day, I have a relationship with someone, and something happen that he broke my heart so badly....... as for me, broken heart can be healed. Plus, he must be a jerk after all !... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if he's not breaking my heart but he has to leave me because he has to. He has to leave because it is  outside our will to control it from happening. He is so precious that he will never ever hurt me in any ways. and losing him means im losing half of my life too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I believe a broken heart can be healed. But a lost of something precious can never ever be found/replaced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I also believe, this situation will come to me somehow because it's the only way to make me stronger !! God will put me in this situation no matter how hard im trying to avoid it. Every time there's a potential someone, it scared the hell out of me to commit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like i said before in my status facebook "I think that all of us have lessons we refuse to learn. But God's going to keep throwing us into sticky situations until we grow up and deal with them !!!!!! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-5094684561707700150?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5094684561707700150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=5094684561707700150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5094684561707700150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5094684561707700150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-fren-of-mine-once-said-even-if.html' title='Dont die for me, bcoz i will die too.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7865082642908663464</id><published>2010-10-30T16:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:00:12.584+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I remember someone said " Those over-protective/over-jealousy people are those who are capable to do the same thing like what their partner are doing - cheating"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;....and for some reasons, i understand it now. &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/8166131521903575538-7865082642908663464?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7865082642908663464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7865082642908663464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7865082642908663464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7865082642908663464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/10/scandal.html' title='Scandal'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7891165074573842876</id><published>2010-10-24T16:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:43:36.542+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant.</title><content type='html'>A lot of people love to be in control especially on their life. Who doesn't ?... and nobody love an uncertain future including me. We want to know everything. We want to know what's going to happen next so that we can always be ready for any unexpected changes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But doesn't life is suppose to be a surprise ? If life is always constant and we always know what's going to happen next... we will never learn anything.... and life would be as plain as this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you are born into this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you go to school and university&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you get a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you got married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you raise your children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you become grandparents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So boring right ??... As for me, i wanted to twist my life a bit.... got into big trouble... screw up my life a bit.... and find my way back to fix thing up and rise again. The only way we are going to learn anything is by making mistakes. But of course "unintentional" mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we are going to make a choice...a choice where we have no idea where we are going to end up to... just pick one! If it's a mistake, then deal with it.... if it's not, then celebrate it. Time never wait for us. So, don't waste your time thinking so hard about all the choices you are going to make. No matter how hard you think, you will never know what's the outcome. So, just choose one ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, i want to remind my self too, please please please live by the moment. Don't wonder about your past and don't trying to figure out your future. Just live now. Live at your best now! I know it sounds simple but it's hard to do right ?... If you live by the moment, you will never waste anything in your life. Trust me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again ! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7891165074573842876?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7891165074573842876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7891165074573842876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7891165074573842876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7891165074573842876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/10/constant.html' title='Constant.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-6126357820004620571</id><published>2010-10-17T17:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:37:45.459+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruin is a gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "&gt;The great Augustus, Rome's first true great emperor. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he was concerned, would be in ruins. It's one of the quietest, loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over the centuries. It feels like a precious wound, a heartbreak you won't let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we're afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked at around to this place, at the chaos it has endured - the way it has been adapted, burned, pillaged and found a way to build itself back up again. And I was reassured, maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic, it's just the world that is, and the real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "&gt;-eat,pray,love(2010)-&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/8166131521903575538-6126357820004620571?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6126357820004620571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=6126357820004620571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6126357820004620571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6126357820004620571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/10/ruin-is-gift.html' title='Ruin is a gift'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8043217684824388745</id><published>2010-09-30T00:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:29:45.371+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so unbelievable the funniest thing i ever heard. 2 people were actually betting to make me smile when i was working. When i think about it again....Ohhhhh how sweeeeeeeeeeeet !!... ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet they can easily win the bet if they know me outside of my working hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to know how different people can really experience me in so many different ways !!.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: wonder who won the bet ?..They told me " mission accomplished !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers!&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/8166131521903575538-8043217684824388745?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8043217684824388745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8043217684824388745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8043217684824388745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8043217684824388745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-so-unbelievable-funniest-thing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8510863685518805354</id><published>2010-09-13T12:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:35:48.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Idea really comes from my own observations that some of my life were those moments where i failed. Or had my heart broken. Why ? Because those were the moments that have shaped me. Made me a better person today. and helped me attain my highest achievement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yasmin Ahmad, 2004)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8510863685518805354?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8510863685518805354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8510863685518805354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8510863685518805354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8510863685518805354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/09/idea-really-comes-from-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-5975083841757060912</id><published>2010-09-01T23:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:17:46.101+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal happiness last forever.</title><content type='html'>I think i am completely okay now!&lt;div&gt;Im back of being myself!! woohooooo!!!  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive just realized that happiness is not about "having something" or "not having something".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because please do remember that nothing will last. If you think money will make you happy, money cannot last and so does your happiness. If you think, your husband can make you happy, people will die and so does your happiness. So, what will make you happy then ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for me, happiness is about having something that will &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt;. It can be anything. It can be God. God always be with you no matter what... and to those who does not believe in God. It can be your knowledge... or perhaps it can be yourself. No matter if the whole world hated or treated u badly, you will still be happy because the thing that make you happy is still be intact with you no matter what. Even if you have a non-curable disease, you are still happy. This kind of happiness is what i've called as "internal happiness". External happiness such as money, love one, career, etc. will never last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess for me, im still searching for that one "lasting thing" that will make me happy. Eventually, I believe God is the perfect one even though i am 24 hours slacking from Him. No wonder lah my happiness is always up and down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to feel so unhappy when suddenly my freedom, good friends, futsal, etc are being taken away from me for a while. I guess this is how everything make sense right now. I believe that if i depends my happiness on such thing, sooner or later i will fell like hell again when once again all of those thing is snatch away from me. So, starting from now.... i will never let that to happen again. Happiness will always stay with me no matter how bad the situation is because i just need to bear in mind that nothing will last. The worst thing that could had happened is that you "die" and all the pain will soon be gone. See ! even non-curable disease never last. So, yeah i wanna die with happiness instead of another way around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah people! I hope u got what im trying to convey to yall !!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8166131521903575538-5975083841757060912?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5975083841757060912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=5975083841757060912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5975083841757060912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5975083841757060912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/09/internal-happiness-last-forever.html' title='Internal happiness last forever.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8153549272314262082</id><published>2010-08-29T20:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:26:57.314+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happen for a reason.</title><content type='html'>I know that everyone know this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Everything happen for a reason"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's funny that the moment I understood the every reason behind it, something else will happen which tell me that there's no other reason why I should be here any longer. It's time to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subconsciously, there's something about me that need to be fixed. I know God will always trying to send His signal through any situation or even through people because God love us no matter how we always neglected Him. And so, the past few weeks was about telling me that i need to be fixed. To make me a better person. To make me a loving and caring human being. Once, it has been done and once God manage to get that through to me. It's about time to leave. It's about time to learn new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same thing would apply with people that we meet. Every single person who come into our life was there for a reason. Once they have done their purpose, it's time for them to leave us. And it's time for us to meet someone new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just be thankful for everything we had because there is every reason for everything that had happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8153549272314262082?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8153549272314262082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8153549272314262082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8153549272314262082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8153549272314262082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-happen-for-reason.html' title='Everything happen for a reason.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3225617362483931492</id><published>2010-08-27T22:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:22:38.189+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe everyone will sure got what they want if they really work on making it happens! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only 2 things that we can't do anything about : Jodoh dan Ajal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also believe that nothing is ever permanent. Even life is not permanent. So matter what you are going through, just remember it will be over one day. Say it happiness or sadness. Nothing is last in this life. So, experience everything u had now as much as possible. If u are sad...feel it! Really feel the sadness!...If you are happy...be happy as much as you can. But of course just bear in mind that it will never last...So that you won't feel so miserable if you are feeling sad or if one day the good thing u had suddenly gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experience the moment to the maximum ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8166131521903575538-3225617362483931492?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3225617362483931492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3225617362483931492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3225617362483931492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3225617362483931492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-believe-everyone-will-sure-got-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-6300109174446176845</id><published>2010-08-21T14:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:08:13.532+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pada Mu Ku Bersujud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nq90j9ykUf0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nq90j9ykUf0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can feel all the love and care sent by the Almighty.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because no matter how hard the situation that ive been facing now, there is sure someone to guide and help me. It can be in any form and sometimes just as simple as saying "Hi! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so miracle that every time i've got to know a person, he/she of course has something to offer to me. It can be anything. Sometimes, it only take one word from that person to make my whole life change for the better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few weeks was really a hard time for me. And at the same time i also make a few friends along the way. And those people that Ive made friend instantly really was there for a reason. We've got connected because both of us have something to share with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's plan is so wonderful man! Whenever i feel like giving up, sure someone or even a stranger that i hardly knows will tell me what to do or give me some words of advice. At that moment, I felt like God just sent me my savior !... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and believe it or not, i started to appreciate all my hardship and all my disappointments. Why ? I guess it's the only way and the only path to attain my highest achievements! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, the worst place that i really hate is actually the best place for me at this moment. Because it teaches me something even though i have to go through it the hard way. Perhaps, it's the only way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-6300109174446176845?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6300109174446176845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=6300109174446176845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6300109174446176845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6300109174446176845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/08/pada-mu-ku-bersujud.html' title='Pada Mu Ku Bersujud'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3702745081708230438</id><published>2010-08-14T23:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:51:41.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Old belief do not lead you to a brighter future.</title><content type='html'>Yes ! Human being is so complicated!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They think about so many unnecessary stuff and make them so afraid to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They analyze too much about the future.....about what's going to happen...about "what if?" question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bullshit all of that !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just do it ! Take the risk!...sometimes, when you are too afraid to do something, the worst thing could happen is that nothing will happen !... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now im asking you " what would you do if you weren't afraid?" This question hit me like a bomb !... so when you stop being afraid, you will feel good !...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This applied to anything...in search for a successful  career... in search of a long lasting relationship....even when you are searching for a happiness. Being scared hold you from moving forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are so scared to do something, because they are thinking about what worst could have happen. Have they ever think about what's better thing could have happened if they just do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even what you did is a mistake, at least u learn something out of it so that you will never repeat the same mistake again. Even if the mistake is the biggest mistake of your life and that it is effecting the rest of your life...at least you know it was a mistake and that you are growing inside out. You will become stronger because you are able to fight and go out from your own comfort zone! You know you have tried your best to make a difference and no matter what something good will soon come out from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, nothing ever stop me from doing something that i wanna do. Of course there's thing that scared me but i will never let it stop me from doing it. I always trying to do things differently out of my life. I guess that's why i turn out to do something at least a little bit different from what other people of my age been doing now. It just that sometimes, i feel tired of trying especially when the things that I've expected to happen, did not happen. I'm an accounting degree holder but never thinking of using it!.. i have passion in sports but why didn't i pursue it ? Because I've been analyzing things too much.... i know being a sport woman wont do much for my future and that make me stop from pursuing it... so, here i am stuck with stuff that i don't even bother to deal with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i want a long lasting relationship but instead i was too scared to commit because of too much "what if?" been going on in my mind every time i found a potential guy. Sometimes, having a brain can bring damage to us too. Wouldn't it easier if we just do what we feel right and just do it. For example, when i meet a guy and feel the sparks between us.... wouldn't it be easier just tell him that i like him ? Instead, we are playing some stupid games which in the end lead us too nowhere ? Wouldn't it easier when a guy confess to me that he like me and i just give him the chance ? The worst thing could have happen is that the relationship doesn't work and we just move on ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, people have been thinking too much...just too much that make all of us stop from doing something that we feel right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If our intention is good, trust me! nothing would go wrong! nothing would go as bad as you would imagine. Good intention lead to a happy ending no matter how bad it looks like before it goes to the ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Previously, i feel so bad about myself because i feel like the world is against me. What ive expected to happen is not happening and not even close from happening. Thanks to those who stood by me to help me to hold on tight and never give up in trying to find my own happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have my own nervous breakdown when i secretly prayed" i wish this plane will crash" when im on the way back from Australia a week ago. Last week ive been through hell... ive cried with no reason... i feel like smashing every single human that pass by me... my face looks so horrible like a zombie.. im walking like i was half sleeping and no mood to talk to anyone. At that point of time, i know my life is not that horrible like those who is going to die due to cancer or like those who is having a big financial problem...but im just human...sometimes, a small problem can seem so big if we do not know how to handle it well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, after been talking to some people, i can slowly see the light again and will try harder to search for a brighter light. I hope those who read this will learn sthg out of this and together we have to remind ourselves and those around us that never be afraid of anything if you know your intention is good for you and for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-3702745081708230438?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3702745081708230438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3702745081708230438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3702745081708230438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3702745081708230438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-belief-do-not-lead-you-to-brighter.html' title='Old belief do not lead you to a brighter future.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-1384316916920395145</id><published>2010-08-13T21:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:50:37.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today ive cried in the office toilet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today ive cried in front of my boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-1384316916920395145?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1384316916920395145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=1384316916920395145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1384316916920395145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1384316916920395145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-ive-cried-in-office-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-9123846280755289130</id><published>2010-08-12T21:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:06:18.022+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me.</title><content type='html'>Malaysia makes me mad.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia makes me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive no idea why...everything does not seem right. 2 Days ago when i was just came back from Australia, i was hoping that everything will be fine. The next day everything was not okay! Im so pissed off at everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't even get off from my car the moment i arrived at my office parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about 15 minutes that i was just sit still and staring at my front car mirror. I was staring at nothing!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People couldn't understand me because i also couldn't understand this phase that i have been going through lately. It just feel sucks and i just want a way out ! I just wanna feel good again and happy. The harder i try to find fun in everything i do, the harder everything seems to hate me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish someone or something could explain and help me with this thing that i dont even know how can i explain it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People here are so self-fish and superficial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather here is so fucking hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather be in Negara orang than in Negara sendiri. WTF ! i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i really wish i could take back those words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, i cannot be alone. And I know people are slowly leaving away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-9123846280755289130?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/9123846280755289130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=9123846280755289130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9123846280755289130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9123846280755289130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/08/help-me.html' title='Help me.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-5897770162541457336</id><published>2010-07-26T23:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:52:58.445+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://airmien.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://airmien.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't just follow your heart, lead your heart !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-5897770162541457336?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5897770162541457336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=5897770162541457336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5897770162541457336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5897770162541457336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-just-follow-your-heart-lead-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-1562400881992881566</id><published>2010-07-21T22:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:28:39.099+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0KlctoyIkM/Saq2lZ1Jn_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZkT6Yxual3A/S692/i-miss-you-a-lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0KlctoyIkM/Saq2lZ1Jn_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZkT6Yxual3A/S692/i-miss-you-a-lot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, it is so hard to explain that you don't even have the courage to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you will keep it to yourself and it will makes you feel like crying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because the only thing you can do is to hope for them to understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that they will look into your eyes and said "Everything will be fine, I promise!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fT7sphINCIw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fT7sphINCIw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-1562400881992881566?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1562400881992881566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=1562400881992881566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1562400881992881566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1562400881992881566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-it-is-so-hard-to-explain-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0KlctoyIkM/Saq2lZ1Jn_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZkT6Yxual3A/s72-c/i-miss-you-a-lot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7326075694270912900</id><published>2010-07-12T22:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:17:53.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://langwitches.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/fork_road_byhubertk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 500px;" src="http://langwitches.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/fork_road_byhubertk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can we move on when there are so many things that hold us back? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can we step forward when there is a big wall in front of us ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can we forget the past when the future is not welcoming at all ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7326075694270912900?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7326075694270912900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7326075694270912900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7326075694270912900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7326075694270912900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-can-we-move-on-when-there-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3489867226283630286</id><published>2010-07-11T13:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:13:24.474+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How much can love be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One day, a son asks his dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; "daddy, would u like to run a marathon with me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the father says "yes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they run their first marathon together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anothertime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; the son asks his dad again "daddy would u like to run a marathon with me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; the father says "yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; son".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; one day, the son asks his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; "daddy would you run the Ironman with me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Ironman is the most difficult triathlon ever (4 kms swimming, 180 km biking, 42 km running)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the dad says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Yes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; ...the story looks simple until u watch the following&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;clip..just amazing, how much can love be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJMbk9dtpdY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJMbk9dtpdY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-3489867226283630286?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3489867226283630286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3489867226283630286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3489867226283630286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3489867226283630286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-day-son-asks-his-dad-daddy-would-u.html' title='How much can love be.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-9175612807400904601</id><published>2010-07-11T02:24:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:01:04.377+10:00</updated><title type='text'>love vs indifference</title><content type='html'>The opposite of love is &lt;b&gt;not hate&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;div&gt;It's&lt;b&gt; indifference&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because hate come from love and indifference come when you don't give a shit about that someone. When you hate someone, you are actually have feeling and still thinking about that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when you are being indifference, you just don't care and don't give a damn to that someone anymore. This will happen when the love has vanished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-9175612807400904601?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/9175612807400904601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=9175612807400904601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9175612807400904601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9175612807400904601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-vs-indifference.html' title='love vs indifference'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7395809481334464675</id><published>2010-07-10T12:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:54:44.746+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You know yourself best !</title><content type='html'>It's pretty awesome how different people see you as a completely 2 different person that is extremely contradict to one another. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Person A : You are so happy-go-lucky and fun and not a single problem bother you in any ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Person B : I can't believe it that you are actually laughing !!!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe it is our choice to decide what kind of person we wanna be. Sometimes people build up an invisible shell around them in order to protect themselves. They created the character in order to survive and to prove that they are capable of doing something that other people expect them to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work for example, one have to be serious so that people will get it that one are so committed to his/her works. If results are what they want to hear from us, then show them that we are so f*cking serious to achieve the goals. Therefore, they can never imagine us as the "hu-ha-hu-ha" type of person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During "hu-ha-hu-ha" time, we can freely do anything because the connection we get with the person around us is not really about being committed to anything. It's all about being yourself and be loved and cared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, the character that we choose is always our choice. As for me, i am capable of being anything that i want. I can be serious like nobody business, I can be bitchy that everyone will hate me, i can be so loving and caring that people will love me, i can be so fun and joy like no problem is ever a problem for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the end of the day, I know which type of character that i want to be as long as I can. One thing that I've learned, I don't give a shit anymore to what other people think of me because i know myself best!.... and I know the love that i get from all the people that I care and love will always keep me alive and shine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7395809481334464675?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7395809481334464675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7395809481334464675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7395809481334464675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7395809481334464675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-yourself-best.html' title='You know yourself best !'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3805403159777486654</id><published>2010-07-04T22:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:40:34.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.involvement.myzen.co.uk/crimages/people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1592px; height: 1194px;" src="http://www.involvement.myzen.co.uk/crimages/people.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No matter how great the place you are at now, it will never be great unless you are there with the right mixture of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-3805403159777486654?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3805403159777486654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3805403159777486654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3805403159777486654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3805403159777486654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-matter-how-great-place-you-are-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2975100549013328409</id><published>2010-06-20T21:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:38:30.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Okay.</title><content type='html'>I think sometimes it is okay to say "Im not okay". &lt;div&gt;Adapting to the new environment i tot was easy. I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, this whole new things do not fit me very well. This new environment get me tired because im trying to force myself to adapt with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I guess it's okay to stay with people who u feel comfortable with. It's okay not to force yourself trying to get fit with everyone. It's okay to just be yourself and just be you in the wrong crowd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because everyone is different and everyone has different needs. So, it's okay to say it out loud what you needs at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what i need at the moment is to find myself back and to find this girl inside me that Im happy to be and stay be her forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess ive already made my decision because at the moment there are 2 opportunities that i need to choose from. I am 100% sure that i'll choose the one that will make me happy by just being myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2975100549013328409?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2975100549013328409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2975100549013328409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2975100549013328409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2975100549013328409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-okay.html' title='It&apos;s Okay.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-5152465061700180085</id><published>2010-06-16T22:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T12:34:22.302+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for judging me.</title><content type='html'>You don't know me enough to judge me dude! &lt;div&gt;and I hate you for doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things that you say makes me to look back for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to question about myself and my past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did i become the way I am now? How does my past affect me now? etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, what you did makes me to understand myself better so that i can become stronger the next time someone else judge me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-5152465061700180085?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5152465061700180085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=5152465061700180085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5152465061700180085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5152465061700180085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/06/thanks-for-judging-me.html' title='Thanks for judging me.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8186632395793732172</id><published>2010-06-13T23:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:11:32.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the right job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How come an accountant don't like to deal with numbers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How come a motivator don't like to deal with people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all depends on their intention. A motivator's job is to help to motivate people. So, if the motivator have every intention to motivate people and help people with their life, I believe they'll like people the moment the message is sent and well received. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and accountant's job is to handle finance. So, if the accountant have every passion in dealing with numbers, i'll believe they will like numbers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! If you don't have what it takes to continue doing what you are doing right now, please stop ruining your life and get the hell out from your job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8186632395793732172?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8186632395793732172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8186632395793732172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8186632395793732172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8186632395793732172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/06/right-job.html' title='the right job.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7002794557084437765</id><published>2010-06-12T22:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:27:02.701+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, here what i wanna share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Genting to become a facilitator for a team building activity. It was fun and exciting to see all those old people acting like a kids and be so sporting to do all the stuff we asked them to do. HAHA! (it's a team building training for corporate people)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my life was quite exciting when i think about it again. Long time ago, i did have some thought that maybe one day i want to become a psychologist ( or a motivator). It's happened when i was just in standard 6 after i went to this one camp that really turn my point of view into different kind of view. (i.e MAP by Dr Tengku Asmadi bin Tengku Mohamad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, when im no longer dreaming of becoming one, Im actually stuck with those kind of people. Those people who are actually a trainer for motivational type of training. Seriously, hanging out wif them really give me an experience of seeing things from different perspective. Now i know how they actually "pyscho" and brain wash people. HAHAHAHHA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also discover something about myself today. I love people. I discovered that i actually love people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ability to understand people and to see view from their perspective really makes me something. I feel like i can help people to understand themselves better for example why they like and dislike something. (e.g why some people don't like to socialize and rather be alone all the time, and why some love to be all complicated, etc ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another thing, i also discovered something about myself. Why do i love to meet new people so much, and why do i really love to hang out and socialize with my best buddies. One reason because of my ability to hide my feelings. And another reason why mingling can be so fun is because it's one way of putting aside my problem by listening to new story others have to say to me. Their story really broaden up my views (maklumlah saya malas membaca hehe!). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no problem with meeting new people... but then i do choose with whom that im going to hang out with. It doesn't mean that i only choose certain people that i wanna talk to....don't get me wrong ok?... it just that i choose with who that i can really be myself when im with them.... i choose with who i can really be all out and doesn't mind kalau tiba2 nak terkentut. haha!  Yes, i certainly choose with who im going to have fun with. Why do i choose? Because it's the chemistry and the connection that matter. There is nothing wrong with me or with them. It just the sparks between 2 people. Tak seronok lah nak pretending all the time if tiba2 in a wrong crowd kan ? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, in term of hanging out... i certainly choose the crowd. In term of making new friends, i don't mind talking with anyone. Even if one day i will be put in a completely strange crowd... ive no problem mingling around. Ive bn through that before so it will not be a problem at all. I think ive mastered the way of being cool no matter how many problem and hardship that im currently have to go through. haha! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last but not least....nak mencarut sekejap kepada jantan2 tuaaa yang tak sedar diri. rambut dah putih tak faham2 ke kubur kata mari, rumah kata pergi. Ada hati nak menggatal!....What the tttuuuuuttttt!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch up with me later !&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/8166131521903575538-7002794557084437765?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7002794557084437765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7002794557084437765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7002794557084437765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7002794557084437765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/06/genting.html' title='Genting'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2748887565198220721</id><published>2010-05-27T10:10:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:05:31.115+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S_251xoGG-I/AAAAAAAAADk/pR8EySliI9M/s1600/inspire_a_friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475737055458106338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S_251xoGG-I/AAAAAAAAADk/pR8EySliI9M/s320/inspire_a_friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time i used to wonder that the only one who can understand you is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you dont even understand yourself, how can you make people to understand you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle do happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And now i belive that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can make you to understand yourself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2748887565198220721?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2748887565198220721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2748887565198220721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2748887565198220721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2748887565198220721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-time-i-used-to-wonder-that-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S_251xoGG-I/AAAAAAAAADk/pR8EySliI9M/s72-c/inspire_a_friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7853179426336395551</id><published>2010-05-23T22:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:19:51.047+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overseas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got a Job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got A Car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has to be more than this ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7853179426336395551?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7853179426336395551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7853179426336395551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7853179426336395551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7853179426336395551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/definition-of-my-life.html' title='Definition of my life.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-6958914349484678258</id><published>2010-05-14T21:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:17:39.659+10:00</updated><title type='text'>God have sent someone for me.</title><content type='html'>Today something happen that makes me believe that everything happen for a reasons.&lt;div&gt;Every single station that we stop, there is always something waiting for us and there is always something that we have to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today out of nowhere im telling someone which i never told anyone before even my parents. It's a big secret that ive bn keeping it to myself since i was a child. It started when that someone out of sudden tell me something which i was also experiencing it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's the reason why im stuck with the company im working now even though im not happy with what im doing there. Because now i know there is someone in the company will help me to go through my past and handle it well instead of trying to run away from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, i'll find the answer that ive bn looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-6958914349484678258?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6958914349484678258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=6958914349484678258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6958914349484678258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6958914349484678258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-have-sent-someone-for-me.html' title='God have sent someone for me.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7653779257862776326</id><published>2010-05-14T10:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:06:33.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S-yT_74T9oI/AAAAAAAAADc/6OcdwnoqWkQ/s1600/art1hed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470910373963232898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S-yT_74T9oI/AAAAAAAAADc/6OcdwnoqWkQ/s320/art1hed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday is the hardest day of the week since the day i left you because it's the happiest day of the week when I was still with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rindu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7653779257862776326?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7653779257862776326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7653779257862776326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7653779257862776326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7653779257862776326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-is-hardest-day-of-week-since-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S-yT_74T9oI/AAAAAAAAADc/6OcdwnoqWkQ/s72-c/art1hed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-1762075819672098898</id><published>2010-05-09T20:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:54:15.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quitor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/melting-ice-man-600x449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://www.quitor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/melting-ice-man-600x449.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You are so hot, I melt. But sayang, you are too hot tempered, I dissolve. &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(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh Lord, please protect me from being melted away by his hotness because he might hurt me when his mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8166131521903575538-1762075819672098898?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1762075819672098898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=1762075819672098898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1762075819672098898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1762075819672098898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-are-so-hot-i-melt.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8327756641294204989</id><published>2010-05-06T00:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:56:43.865+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My starting point to...... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S-GGb0jW8XI/AAAAAAAAADM/C_wrQI3hDqI/s1600/DSCN8565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S-GGb0jW8XI/AAAAAAAAADM/C_wrQI3hDqI/s320/DSCN8565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467799235126030706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days had been so hectic for me.&lt;div&gt;Last night i went home around 2am, I was assigned to organize an event in a cruise !!.... Not bad lah. Well, im not gonna talk about how great the cruise was and bla bla bla... What im gonna talk about is what i actually brought home with me after the even have ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, the event was for university students and it was call "SPARKS". It's something like making someone to believe in themselves and making a starting point towards something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first i taught it won't effect me too much because ive experience all this before... i know the threat and i know how students usually gonna have so many dreams ahead. Fresh young mind usually will fall for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as the event went further, something hit me real hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, it was a great experience because it makes me realised how i was really losing myself for the past 3 years. Doing accounting means nothing to me. The only thing i want was to get the degree. No more dreams and no more thinking about the future. As long i got the certificates, i'll be find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time when i feel so depressed because i couldn't see which path that im going to end up to. That was also a day where i don't believe in dreams anymore. Because like i said in my previous post "when your dream die, your hope will die too". So, i started to live by a moment. I'll do my best for every single day without looking back or even looking forward. I only trust my present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what ive been experienced yesterday wasn't really something that i can  express it in words. I'll try my best k ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... There was this one session where everyone has to write as many dream as they want in a small peace of paper (One dream in one paper).... They can use as many paper as they want and they are going to put it in a box (i.e small box given to everyone). Actually, i was also participating and at first i feel like doing some silly things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then i don't know what happen that i keep on writing and surprisingly, i continue to take papers without stopping and wrote all the dreams that i used to have. I know it was so silly but my hand couldn't stop writing. I just realized that i have so many dreams that seem to be forgotten as days go by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, i realized there is actually part of me that still have faith that one day all those silly dreams of mine will come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, i miss placed my box somewhere. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who knows that one day when my dream finally come true, i'll find the box again and that very moment i will realized how many of those dreams have really come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but no least, im still no longer a dreamer but i have a strong believe in myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S-GGcYTqMdI/AAAAAAAAADU/6ikrPLJ6w0c/s320/DSCN8567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8327756641294204989?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8327756641294204989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8327756641294204989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8327756641294204989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8327756641294204989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-starting-point-to.html' title='My starting point to...... ?'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S-GGb0jW8XI/AAAAAAAAADM/C_wrQI3hDqI/s72-c/DSCN8565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3236779591615676052</id><published>2010-05-05T09:33:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:29:25.895+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:E7TN6Kt1-ReNPM::www.genesisgalleryhawaii.com/WalfridoGarcia/Dockside-Dreams-Wally-REV-c.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=260&amp;amp;usg=__7ihJ9vRLTQfr7pbYVKB-kSwSP14="&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:E7TN6Kt1-ReNPM::www.genesisgalleryhawaii.com/WalfridoGarcia/Dockside-Dreams-Wally-REV-c.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=260&amp;amp;usg=__7ihJ9vRLTQfr7pbYVKB-kSwSP14=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my dream is what im trying to achieve, I wont be doing what ive bn doing right now. &lt;div&gt;So, don't talk about dream but talk about planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because sometimes dreams are not real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and do plan according to what you are currently doing now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the plan fail, you can plan again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when a dream fail, you'll lose your hope too. &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/8166131521903575538-3236779591615676052?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3236779591615676052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3236779591615676052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3236779591615676052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3236779591615676052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-my-dream-is-what-im-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-5360123993991585026</id><published>2010-05-03T23:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:32:20.445+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S97QwikdMlI/AAAAAAAAADE/pMI1YKW781c/s1600/laughter-funny-cat-laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Why did u leave and work here instead?" &lt;div&gt;(FYI : Big 4 stand for the Top 4 Accounting firms in the world)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she said something that reminds me of myself. She said "working in Big 4 means all your life is all about work. and I don't want to be like all the big bosses in those big 4... they are lifeless. I want to do something that i feel i can grow...more like personal growth... helping people and i guess that's why now im working with an advertising academy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, i wanted to do something that i like instead of doing something that is suitable with my degree. Even though i have a degree in accountancy, i feel like there is nothing wrong if one day i wanna do something that has nothing to do with accounting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course! for the first two years i'll just grab every single opportunity that is coming to me. I won't be that choosy just for the sake of having the "first time" experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shahnaz, my upper boss asked me " Why r u doing accounting?...Im so pelik laaahhh because i never like accounting one. I failed almost every single test when i was in form 4" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him "I also dont like accounting one, i was forced to take it... hahaha!" and suddenly i realized something.... even though i have the skills to do accounting, and manage to do it well, what happen if i actually have the skills and love the job so much ?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im pretty sure when someone has the skills and at the same time love his/her job so much, they are going to be the  happiest person in the world. No more stress at work !!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope soon enough i will finally find the job that i love so much that i don't even care how much they are paying me. wwwwwooooooot !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch up with me later !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2315234174491244168?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2315234174491244168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2315234174491244168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2315234174491244168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2315234174491244168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-love-job.html' title='I need a love - job.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2692221156203008430</id><published>2010-04-25T22:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:35:07.943+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2010 is a year for me .....&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to find a career that fit me really well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not to involve in any kind of relationship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make friendship with as many people as i can. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to find a lotzzz and a looootttaaaa money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to settle down &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to do networking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not to involve in any drama. Life is too short for drama. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to get to know as many guysssssssss as possible so that whenever im ready i can just choose any of them. HAHAHAHHA! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to get my own car and "make up" it the way i always wanted (coming soon!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to love myself even more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the most important thing is that i wanna be myself and to hold on tight to my belief as a Muslim. If i can control myself from any big sins when i was in Australia, i wish i can do the same here in Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2692221156203008430?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2692221156203008430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2692221156203008430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2692221156203008430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2692221156203008430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/2010-is-year-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8246396603805760859</id><published>2010-04-25T22:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:10:26.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://slyvisions.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/workaholic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 516px;" src="http://slyvisions.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/workaholic.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When im happy with my work, i don't mind being a workaholic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8246396603805760859?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8246396603805760859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8246396603805760859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8246396603805760859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8246396603805760859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-im-happy-with-my-work-i-dont-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8170923499431370545</id><published>2010-04-23T00:07:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:56:50.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is about learning.</title><content type='html'>Too many things ive learned today. &lt;div&gt;My boss challenge me with something i never know i could do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a very considerate person. I consider others more than i actually consider myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a person who always put myself in other people shoes and trying to understand their problem even tho it might cause me more trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today my boss want me to do the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in trouble with the credit card machine and the customer was there ready to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i have to call the credit company to come there at once. You hear me at once !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being my old self....i always trying to put myself in other people shoes rather than mine. So, i understand that they cannot come today because they need to know some of the technical stuff, and with all the traffic jam it's quite hard for them to come over. So, i was thinking....okay, maybe they come tomorrow since the customer will still be coming over tomorrow. This also mean i "rela" to give myself more trouble trying to explain to my boss for the late payment. You see how considerate i am right ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly my boss said "you have to make them to come today... This is a challenge for you and I want you to learn because this thing is going to happen again especially later when you need to chase for payment. People will come out with so many excuses not to pay...so how r u going to handle it ???"  She also said "Make them to understand your problem... put them into YOUR SHOES!! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so ive tried again....  and THANK GOD that  I manage to make them come over. The person in charge said "Usually, i dont entertain this kind of things since you should be calling me before the credit card machine has ran out of the paper roll....not until it has finished.".... Well, it's not really my fault then... im new there so i have no idea whether it has ran out of paper.... haha!! i know i shouldn't blame others... but it's true whattttttttt ?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing is...i "geledah" all the office searching for the extra paper roll and found it even before the person in charge came over to give me the new one. HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that one thing that ive learned today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing is about advertising itself. We had a program today for lecturers from Taylor, Kolej Tunku Abdul Rahman and MMU...Basically we gave the lecturers some exposure to the advertising industry so that they could bring back and teach it to their advertising/marketing student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun because ive learned how the advertising nowadays has revolved. People nowadays not really interested with the advertising itself instead they are more interesting with a bit of sentimental value in it. Or maybe something that could attract them to watch it rather than being interested with the product that they are selling. Watch this video if you dont get what i mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ev-alMtKXyQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ev-alMtKXyQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another one from burger king (they are trying to attract the teenage using XBOX game)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnh-6d2oi1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnh-6d2oi1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, this game was once the number one game in the US few years ago... cool huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there are a lot more of creative advertising that i think it's going to take me the whole night trying to type everything here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Im pretty busy today because i have to do so many things from handling the account to also entertaining the clients with their payment fees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, im glad to have learn something today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch up with me later k?? !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8170923499431370545?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8170923499431370545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8170923499431370545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8170923499431370545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8170923499431370545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyday-is-about-learning.html' title='Everyday is about learning.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-880040159074538479</id><published>2010-04-20T23:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:50:50.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Free life coaching</title><content type='html'>Im glad that people never stop advising me. Even a stranger. &lt;div&gt;The other day, someone told me not to be a typical malay and dont work for money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks after that ive got another advice on my communication skills. It does help me a lot especially when i need to talk to the clients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, someone told me to do something different in order to go higher. He wants me to be rare. .There are thousands of top scorers in Malaysia...and trillion of people have degree nowadays.... Banyak sangat!... What we need to have is something other people don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, all of them are stranger and and all of them had achieved something in their life. Im glad they dont kedekut to share their experience with someone like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping for more guidance from all the great people i will later encounter along my life journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course!! I'll share it here with u peeps !... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8166131521903575538-880040159074538479?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/880040159074538479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=880040159074538479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/880040159074538479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/880040159074538479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-life-coaching.html' title='Free life coaching'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4751453985476922254</id><published>2010-04-19T19:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:14:51.882+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Use me to the max please.</title><content type='html'>My boss is not around today so I take this opportunity to say it out loud that im so fuc”ing bored at the moment… HAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, im a busy woman cannot tahan just to sit around doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workmate said “Syira, why u look so death today?”&lt;br /&gt;Because Im bored to death… HAHHAHAH! no lah of course i din say that to him... i told him "It's Monday lah, no mood to work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste right not to use the employee at their maximum potential?&lt;br /&gt;They should be lucky to have an employee like me who is begging them to give me more work....&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I hope i know what i wish for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4751453985476922254?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4751453985476922254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4751453985476922254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4751453985476922254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4751453985476922254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/use-me-to-max-please.html' title='Use me to the max please.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7049630093682303069</id><published>2010-04-18T23:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:36:22.822+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme sthg interesting will ya?</title><content type='html'>Currently, i dont love my job but i love all the people im working with.&lt;div&gt;They are all very supportive and fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serioualy, im kinda bored wif my job because i have no control on what im doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna do something which i can do whateva i want as long as i can deliver the expected results to my boss. It doesn't matter what i do or how i do it, in the end the results are the most important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i believe marketing should suit me better rather than doing accounting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt said " you have to keep on jumping from one job to another until you find the job that fit you really well" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment, i have no idea what fit me. But i do know that accounting or administrative jobs don't fit me at all. Why? Because....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a job that i am able to challenge myself. I need a benchmark or mission. Accounting? There's no benchmark in accounting bcoz as long as you record everything correctly, you should be fine. So, there's no challenge in trying to achieve something. For example, in sales.... your boss challenge you to achieve an increase of 20% in sales for this month.... So, you will most probably have something to aim to.  Now, you tell me what can i aim for in accounting?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so lazy to go to work tomorrow... doing the same thing over and over again. I know it's bn only less than a month but i already felt sick with my job. WTF! I dont even receive my first salary yet for god's sake! LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayyyy... I know i should stop complaining because i am still one of the luckiest one not to be unemployed after graduating. Btw, i hope something miracle will happen this week. Im currently waiting for another 2 offers. Hope to hear some good news by the end of this week so that i can say goodbye to my current boring job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch up with me later !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7049630093682303069?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7049630093682303069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7049630093682303069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7049630093682303069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7049630093682303069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/gimme-sthg-interesting-will-ya.html' title='Gimme sthg interesting will ya?'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4866824212605312881</id><published>2010-04-18T01:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:12:01.805+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.</title><content type='html'>Im planning to further my study in MBA but then i need 2 years of work experience. So i guess i will work until 2013 before i can continue my study in MBA for another 2 years. By the time i've finished my study, im already 28 years old. After that, im planning to open up my own company specifically in entertainment such as advertising or media. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, my wedding day is no where to be found in my life plan. I leave that to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4866824212605312881?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4866824212605312881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4866824212605312881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4866824212605312881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4866824212605312881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-fail-to-plan-you-plan-to-fail.html' title='If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8198107471202627674</id><published>2010-04-16T18:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:27:55.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:DVdrljMIr5P7WM::2.srv.fotopages.com/2/10174415.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=260&amp;amp;usg=__3iZQs8EZtsINw8rTSz5j0F7x9ds="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:DVdrljMIr5P7WM::2.srv.fotopages.com/2/10174415.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=260&amp;amp;usg=__3iZQs8EZtsINw8rTSz5j0F7x9ds=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When a particular song was playing in the air, it reminds me of our memory. It makes me smile for as long as the music was playing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and cry when it’s finally over. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8198107471202627674?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8198107471202627674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8198107471202627674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8198107471202627674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8198107471202627674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-particular-song-was-playing-in-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3396936123314307359</id><published>2010-04-16T17:27:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:24:00.442+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Money/Pix/pictures/2008/10/10/romance460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 276px;" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Money/Pix/pictures/2008/10/10/romance460.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your touch reminds me of my mistake and it’s not you that im scared to,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; it’s me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-3396936123314307359?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3396936123314307359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3396936123314307359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3396936123314307359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3396936123314307359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-touch-reminds-me-of-my-mistake-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8276022793084906514</id><published>2010-04-16T16:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:01:08.854+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.luxist.com/media/2009/12/precisiondice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 384px;" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.luxist.com/media/2009/12/precisiondice.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You give me sweetness and i give you something to be pondered about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, i would reply the same sweetness just to be in the game and to feed both of our ego.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8276022793084906514?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8276022793084906514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8276022793084906514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8276022793084906514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8276022793084906514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-give-me-sweetness-and-i-give-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-286028381487640839</id><published>2010-04-16T16:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:52:03.518+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyolympicpark.com.au/__data/assets/image/0008/49391/An_eventful_path2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.sydneyolympicpark.com.au/__data/assets/image/0008/49391/An_eventful_path2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My soul has been killed not so long ago &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so i walk through the day with my brain attach to my body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-286028381487640839?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/286028381487640839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=286028381487640839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/286028381487640839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/286028381487640839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-soul-has-been-killed-not-so-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-6054078145093743698</id><published>2010-04-16T16:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:33:26.914+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my boy ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/464791157_b9965da377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/464791157_b9965da377.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I walk through a garden, ive got attracted to so many beautiful roses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But none of it attracts me enough for me to take it home. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or perhaps Ive learned my lesson that it will hurt me with its’ torn.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-6054078145093743698?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6054078145093743698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=6054078145093743698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6054078145093743698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/6054078145093743698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/wheres-my-boy.html' title='Where&apos;s my boy ?'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/464791157_b9965da377_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2591442010648897300</id><published>2010-04-10T21:54:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:29:42.839+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Still searching for the right one.</title><content type='html'>My work mates told me something the other day.&lt;div&gt;He said " Any job will become interesting because of how we do it. Anything can become interesting, even being a cleaner is interesting but only if we know the way to make it interesting". Actually, we opened up this conversation because i accidentally told him that im bored with my job. HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked " why did u play so many sports and you love all of it?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that question really hit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually true. I used to play a lot of sports and i love all of it. Why?... because the way i play it. I manage to play it well and the way i play it that makes sport interesting to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same things should happen  when it comes to work. If I manage to make any kinda of jobs really well, I will love it eventually. It makes sense right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we love to do is actually depends on how well we actually do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, someone who can cook really well actually enjoy being a chef. Do u think someone who is a horrible cooker would really enjoy cooking? I think u already knew the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurmm, there is one thing that i dont really agree wif him. If we only concentrate on doing everything well,  we will never grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like for example, someone who is a cleaner only concentrating on how to make his/her job interesting will never try to achieve something better than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, i always want to learn something new, but that doesn't mean that i will do anything unnecessary such as being a cleaner just because i never clean anything before. Actually, the word "New" is something that i have never done before BUT ONLY if i feel i can grow and learn A LOT by doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if i feel that i cannot grow according to my expectations. Why bother to stay right ?? Hopefully, my boss wont find this blog. Hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe this is all depends on how we actually see ourself in the future. Also, on how we actually valued our job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it for the sake of getting more money, recognition, or just for the passion of it ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think everyone have their own view on this. Feel free to share it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2591442010648897300?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2591442010648897300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2591442010648897300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2591442010648897300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2591442010648897300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-searching-for-right-one.html' title='Still searching for the right one.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-7961962852347688639</id><published>2010-04-10T21:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:41:04.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Account forensic = CSI ???</title><content type='html'>So many things happen this past few days. Where should i start ya???? Ahhhh! 3 days in a row i have no time to even open my laptop!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i juz got back from exam. (for JPA) HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! Got 7 papers all in one day. Naik juling mata ok? and the funny part is i almost forgot how to write essay in BM and some tatabahasa thing that sound like this.... "kerja kerja itu akan dipermudah bagi membantu rakyat".... So, i have to correct the sentence.... dipermudah or dipermudahkan??? Seriously shit i forgot the thumb of rules of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some common knowledges that i need to know such as 1Malaysia, dewan rakyat, agong..... all the historical thing... oh man!! i feel like taking SPM all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another funny thing that u might want to know is that they offer me a position as "pegawai siasatan suruhanjaya pencegah rasuah Malaysia"..... sounds interesting right?... i will have training with real gun u know... do a bit of spy work and undercover..... sound really interesting man !!.... i never tot that i will end up being like those guy in CSI..... hehehehe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay enough about that.... the result will out next month...and most probably will start work next year... i still got time to be mentally, emotionally and physically prepared. Hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have a lot of story to tell u guys.... hurmmm, i'll post more tonight insyaAllah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-7961962852347688639?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7961962852347688639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=7961962852347688639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7961962852347688639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/7961962852347688639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/account-forensic-csi.html' title='Account forensic = CSI ???'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-5027214918496857629</id><published>2010-03-23T23:47:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:00:58.606+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2 side of me.</title><content type='html'>Well, i think ive noticed one thing  after been living for almost 23 years on earth now. Alaaaaaa I know im still young ok?. *blushing* &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, back to the topic... I think i might have a split personality u know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im different at school or at work compare to when i was having fun socializing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no wonder all my craaazzzyyyy dirrrttttaaaayyyy close frenz are not those from the same school or even the same university faculty as mine!  Coz those from work or school usually think im very serious. But then i think i dont have any problem being frenly in the lecture with non-malays. To think about it again, Yes !.. all my close fren which are also my course mates are non-malays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ALL those crazzzzyyy freeeeennnn which completely have no similarity in course work happen to be the Malays. I guess one of the reasons are because "lawak-lawak melayu memang sengal giler"....English jokes are so lame to me. And im only will speak English when im studying or at work. Or usually when i am in serious mode. Study and works are all in English so i guess the more i think about it, the more this thing make sense.... and i guess that's also the reason why i cant be that frenly with the Malays in lectures.... because i cant concentrate to speak malay and english at the same time. Im also not that comfy to speak English with the malays. But now that im working, maybe i'll have to get used to it because sometimes client can be malays too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe after reading this u guys will think how u actually see me as a person...am i a serious person or am i a "crazy gelak tak henga dunia" kinda of person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me! Your answer will depends on how u actually know me at the first place. But of course there's some exception if you happen to know me at school or work but then you also have been hangout wif me outside work or school. I guess those exception people could see the different in my personality. But those exceptions are very rare to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno whether my theory as explained above is correct or not. Or maybe it is just a coincidence. Perhaps,  all the people ive met and become close with because it is fate like that... and it has nothing to do whether or not we are from the same course or not...who knows?.... just my 2 cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurmmm...it's been a while that i haven't update this much rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope u like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, WORK HARD, PLAY HARD, PARTY HARD !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-5027214918496857629?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5027214918496857629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=5027214918496857629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5027214918496857629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5027214918496857629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-side-of-me.html' title='2 side of me.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4402142337630786786</id><published>2010-03-19T00:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T03:18:33.921+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting is fun huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S6I2OBUrxFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fFyqAm3gZjE/s1600-h/Accountant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S6I2OBUrxFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fFyqAm3gZjE/s320/Accountant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449978113572979794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday will be my first day working. &lt;div&gt;Next week, Im no longer a student, and im no longer unemployed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, the tot about being employed creep me a little because of the responsibility Im going to hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being employed by a not-so-big company means bigger responsibilities because a lot of people depends on you. Also, as the only person who manage the company account means the whole company is depending on my financial records. One simple mistake in the financial statements means the whole company is in risk. Because a lot of people put their trust on me to manage the company assets and they will also depends on the information ive provided in the financial statement to help them making their investment decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, im not trying to scare myself. Just too much thinking. Well, biasalah excited sikit orang tak pernah bekerja kan. The only experience i ever got in accounting was during my university life. Who cares about it being a mistake? Worst thing that can happen is it will ruin my grade but wont effect anyone else. Got what i mean? and that's why it scare me a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHAHAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi for sure lah my manager will guide me what to do and stuff... Im just worried that's all. hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any tips for first timer like me? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4402142337630786786?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4402142337630786786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4402142337630786786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4402142337630786786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4402142337630786786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/03/accounting-is-fun-huh.html' title='Accounting is fun huh?'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S6I2OBUrxFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fFyqAm3gZjE/s72-c/Accountant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-9083124447540438453</id><published>2010-03-16T19:01:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:37:17.071+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting, subject i hate the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S587u-A1XZI/AAAAAAAAACk/EozVL_TND8s/s1600-h/advert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S587u-A1XZI/AAAAAAAAACk/EozVL_TND8s/s320/advert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449139752248106386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just got a call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Account Executives? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in Advertising industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take it or leave it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime i dont like something im sure will get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what we call FATE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-9083124447540438453?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/9083124447540438453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=9083124447540438453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9083124447540438453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9083124447540438453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/03/accounting-subject-i-hate-most.html' title='Accounting, subject i hate the most'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S587u-A1XZI/AAAAAAAAACk/EozVL_TND8s/s72-c/advert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-297205566999537609</id><published>2010-03-09T21:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:09:19.399+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Ring Ring !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S5YeKpJ5InI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I0BQocoDXNE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S5YeKpJ5InI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I0BQocoDXNE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446573967546065522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, Mr.Telephone!!! Ring for me plz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im tired of waiting already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-297205566999537609?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/297205566999537609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=297205566999537609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/297205566999537609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/297205566999537609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/03/ring-ring-ring.html' title='Ring Ring Ring !'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S5YeKpJ5InI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I0BQocoDXNE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-1813576310676363911</id><published>2010-03-08T01:27:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:15:56.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'>you belong with someone else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S5PBDLAUH3I/AAAAAAAAACI/yrv58bsQeq8/s1600-h/taylor-swift-you-belong-with-me-official-single-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S5PBDLAUH3I/AAAAAAAAACI/yrv58bsQeq8/s320/taylor-swift-you-belong-with-me-official-single-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445908634658938738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;USED&lt;/b&gt; to try to be like them because u &lt;b&gt;USED&lt;/b&gt; to like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, you choose someone else and &lt;b&gt;NOT THEM&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me realize that i don't want to be like anyone but me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i know that someone else belongs with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-a tale of a young girl-&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/8166131521903575538-1813576310676363911?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1813576310676363911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=1813576310676363911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1813576310676363911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1813576310676363911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-belong-to-someone-else.html' title='you belong with someone else.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S5PBDLAUH3I/AAAAAAAAACI/yrv58bsQeq8/s72-c/taylor-swift-you-belong-with-me-official-single-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4600720232922166761</id><published>2010-03-01T02:59:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:22:35.417+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is moving toooooo sloooowwwww.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4qXZoZLHGI/AAAAAAAAACA/sAAZyBPPZyw/s1600-h/busy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4qXZoZLHGI/AAAAAAAAACA/sAAZyBPPZyw/s320/busy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443329566226193506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant wait to get busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope i know what i wish for. HAHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4600720232922166761?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4600720232922166761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4600720232922166761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4600720232922166761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4600720232922166761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-is-moving-toooooo-sloooowwwww.html' title='Time is moving toooooo sloooowwwww.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4qXZoZLHGI/AAAAAAAAACA/sAAZyBPPZyw/s72-c/busy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-9145478077197651696</id><published>2010-02-27T02:36:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:59:54.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey big flirter !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4fvlI0PYAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KkNXth9WiqA/s1600-h/hey-big-flirter.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4fvlI0PYAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KkNXth9WiqA/s320/hey-big-flirter.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442582096001327106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ikutkan keseronokan, dah lama aku layan balik.&lt;div&gt;Tapi kalau ikutkan budi perkerti, tak baik buat orang macam itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a flirt lover- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-9145478077197651696?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/9145478077197651696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=9145478077197651696&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9145478077197651696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/9145478077197651696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-big-flirter.html' title='Hey big flirter !'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4fvlI0PYAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KkNXth9WiqA/s72-c/hey-big-flirter.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3579631835481481087</id><published>2010-02-25T16:59:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:15:58.827+11:00</updated><title type='text'>am i a good actor ?</title><content type='html'>I just know that I'm actually quite good in controlling my emotion.&lt;div&gt;Todays' interview was quite tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interviewer asked me to act as a bank officer while she's the customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memang teruk aku kena maki hamun lah dgn customer tueee... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i manage to relax and remain calm..trying to apologize and being polite no matter how hash the words that are coming towards me.  hhahahahhaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an experience !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the interviewer said " But this is an extreme example lah ok?...sorry for my acting".... hhehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe my past experience taught me how to deal with a hot tempered and emotional people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumb up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i dont think i want the job even though the paid is quite huge for a fresh graduates (above 3K). BUT, It's a 24 hours, 7 days per week shift rotating. I need a normal weekend so that boleh jalan2 and shopping2 with my frenz. hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im hoping for a better offer. Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-3579631835481481087?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3579631835481481087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3579631835481481087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3579631835481481087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3579631835481481087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-good-actor.html' title='am i a good actor ?'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4183837518865251732</id><published>2010-02-23T02:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T02:08:16.694+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4KdeD8YsyI/AAAAAAAAABw/Pt4Edx9GsBs/s1600-h/career-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4KdeD8YsyI/AAAAAAAAABw/Pt4Edx9GsBs/s320/career-woman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441084439597200162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God don't give you what you want but He gives you what you needs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer service executives or management trainee ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4183837518865251732?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4183837518865251732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4183837518865251732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4183837518865251732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4183837518865251732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/career-path.html' title='Career Path'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4KdeD8YsyI/AAAAAAAAABw/Pt4Edx9GsBs/s72-c/career-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3069337257383351426</id><published>2010-02-22T02:47:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:51:53.694+11:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible calls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4FWh-nVugI/AAAAAAAAABo/0fzdJ7KavYk/s1600-h/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlFNaFBHS1NyM2hHam53NmRieWd3RHcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4FWh-nVugI/AAAAAAAAABo/0fzdJ7KavYk/s320/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlFNaFBHS1NyM2hHam53NmRieWd3RHcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440724966583941634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a call with no visible connection. What does that prove?&lt;div&gt;Every time ive bn thinking about you, you come here in instant. What does that make us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-3069337257383351426?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3069337257383351426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3069337257383351426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3069337257383351426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3069337257383351426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/invisible-calls.html' title='invisible calls.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S4FWh-nVugI/AAAAAAAAABo/0fzdJ7KavYk/s72-c/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlFNaFBHS1NyM2hHam53NmRieWd3RHcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4778297687864699674</id><published>2010-02-19T02:00:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:11:34.218+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to walk away from something that makes u feel good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S31YkfdGzsI/AAAAAAAAABg/jLnlE7l27L0/s1600-h/imageH0.luna+park.20060916_114236473018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S31YkfdGzsI/AAAAAAAAABg/jLnlE7l27L0/s320/imageH0.luna+park.20060916_114236473018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439601308875542210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE yourself as a drug addict who almost recover and one day someone give u a drug. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 2 options to choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can act like u have no idea what it is and walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can take it and be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so here i am, scared to deal with my own addiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4778297687864699674?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4778297687864699674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4778297687864699674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4778297687864699674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4778297687864699674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-hard-to-walk-away-from-something.html' title='It&apos;s hard to walk away from something that makes u feel good'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S31YkfdGzsI/AAAAAAAAABg/jLnlE7l27L0/s72-c/imageH0.luna+park.20060916_114236473018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-5142445475875156920</id><published>2010-02-16T22:07:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:30:23.637+11:00</updated><title type='text'>used to.</title><content type='html'>i used to have some addiction to blogging. USED to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i dont have any feeling about everything especially about stuff that deal with emotion and drama. Writing need emotion to go along with it. I just don't have it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess as i grow older, i am more interested in making money and being happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like my maklong said "Works make you forget about everything except your deadline" and i guess im gonna love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im gonna live by the present. Neither my past nor my future will affect me in any way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is just another few last post before it's finally the last one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-5142445475875156920?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5142445475875156920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=5142445475875156920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5142445475875156920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5142445475875156920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/used-to.html' title='used to.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4969781105942713024</id><published>2010-01-29T03:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:20:28.407+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai and goodbye!</title><content type='html'>It sucks to knows that everything will come to an end.&lt;div&gt;Every beginning sure will end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every "Hi" will end with a "bye"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4969781105942713024?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4969781105942713024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4969781105942713024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4969781105942713024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4969781105942713024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/hai-and-goodbye.html' title='Hai and goodbye!'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-1496910930230243049</id><published>2010-01-28T02:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:47:33.608+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Im seeing a ghost.</title><content type='html'>The other day i met someone who looks exactly like the person who i used to have some history with. Just that the characters are so much different with each other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised when i was being introduced to him. I was like seeing a ghost. Bad one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, it's hit me..... what if one day i marry with someone who looks exactly like him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first night gonna be a real nightmare i guess... STOP! dont u dare trying to imagine it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chalo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-1496910930230243049?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1496910930230243049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=1496910930230243049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1496910930230243049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/1496910930230243049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-seeing-ghost.html' title='Im seeing a ghost.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-2703598444808362321</id><published>2010-01-21T22:31:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:34:18.847+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite Love.</title><content type='html'>Some people believe that love wont last forever.&lt;div&gt;because love only last for a lifetime?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want love to last forever because i dont want my death to be an excuse for them to stop loving me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-2703598444808362321?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2703598444808362321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=2703598444808362321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2703598444808362321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/2703598444808362321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/infinite-love.html' title='Infinite Love.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3488562741572129838</id><published>2010-01-19T03:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T03:56:18.247+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S1SGvMdGxTI/AAAAAAAAABY/Dv7VLD2krMg/s1600-h/tumblr_kw8cvp8Dyh1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S1SGvMdGxTI/AAAAAAAAABY/Dv7VLD2krMg/s320/tumblr_kw8cvp8Dyh1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428111596243567922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this in one of my fren's blog. But i believe that the greatest irony of love is when two people who love each other but they do not know about it. I repeat, they DO NOT know about it as in, they completely have no idea about it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either they dont really see what's happening or they just denying it due to some reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst case scenario is when they found it out only after both of them are married, with someone else. Oh Giler Drama!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-3488562741572129838?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3488562741572129838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3488562741572129838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3488562741572129838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3488562741572129838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/irony-of-love.html' title='Irony of love'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/S1SGvMdGxTI/AAAAAAAAABY/Dv7VLD2krMg/s72-c/tumblr_kw8cvp8Dyh1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-5167682556065859971</id><published>2010-01-16T20:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:28:24.730+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me ASAP.</title><content type='html'>Basically im pretty much bored now. &lt;div&gt;One thing about being home is being stuck at home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you cant go out alone. And thanks to others for being busy. I swear i understand them!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost a week im just staying at home and it's killing me! I wonder why it doesnt kills my fat that is growing up like crazy now. Okay dont make me scared alrite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, im trying to look for any partime jobs before i get my degree this coming March. I just cant imagine myself doing nothing for the next 2 months!!! Can u imagine me and bluehyppo being a twin ?????... Better dont. hahaha! Okay guys, lemme knows if u know any part-time jobs that only need me for 2 months? Contact me ASAP alrite ????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man i miss futsal already! Why it is so hard to play futsal in my own country. Please tell me ASAP too if u happen to know any girls that play futsal. A mix game would be nice too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing, i need to learn how to drive a car again!... I know im soooo pathetic because i have a driving licence but the last time i drove is when ive passed the driving test. HAHAHAH!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's another reason why im stuck at hommmmeeeeee !!... hahaahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay guys!... lemme know if anything k ???....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choooowwww !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-5167682556065859971?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5167682556065859971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=5167682556065859971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5167682556065859971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/5167682556065859971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/tell-me-asap.html' title='Tell me ASAP.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-4548184148985162805</id><published>2010-01-15T02:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:22:09.938+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted past.</title><content type='html'>With all the dust that coming from the past, i need you to sweep it away from me. &lt;div&gt;To make me clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make me crystal clear and pure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In return, i will love you until the heart stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-4548184148985162805?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4548184148985162805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=4548184148985162805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4548184148985162805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/4548184148985162805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/haunted-past.html' title='Haunted past.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-3221635399329566206</id><published>2010-01-11T23:40:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:50:35.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nenek dan cinta.</title><content type='html'>Nenek aku sibuk sangat nak tahu hal2 relationship aku.&lt;div&gt;Sesampai sahaja aku di airport (KLIA) soalan pertama dia tanya "Boyfriend mana tak ikut sekali?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku jawab selamber "Dia tertinggal kapal terbang lah nek"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa hari lepas itu dia tanya lagi "Meh sini nak tengok gambar boyfriend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku jawab "Takdelah nek, ramai sgt boyfriend tak muat nk simpan dalam purse"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahu sakit jantung nenek aku dgr jawapan aku!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu dia balas "bagilah nenek tengok, sesuai ke tak dengan Iya. Tak pun bagi nenek lah carikan jodoh"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pulak yang terkejut hampir sakit jantung lepas tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa kena nenek aku nie. Dan buang terbiat nak cicit ke ape.. nenek nenek...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-3221635399329566206?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3221635399329566206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=3221635399329566206&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3221635399329566206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/3221635399329566206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/nenek-dan-cinta.html' title='Nenek dan cinta.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8796166665185849693</id><published>2010-01-02T23:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:05:39.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>January.</title><content type='html'>It was a good ending and i was glad.&lt;div&gt;Soon, new life will begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all it was really a good sign. Ive met everyone before i left, accidentally and on purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun finally shine on me after the big storm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIG SMILE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8796166665185849693?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8796166665185849693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8796166665185849693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8796166665185849693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8796166665185849693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/january.html' title='January.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166131521903575538.post-8979252697560339611</id><published>2010-01-01T02:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:41:15.301+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2010.</title><content type='html'>Everyone start the year with a hope of something better will come.&lt;div&gt;While a non-smoker girl start her year with a cigarette in her hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New year everyone !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8166131521903575538-8979252697560339611?l=qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8979252697560339611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8166131521903575538&amp;postID=8979252697560339611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8979252697560339611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8166131521903575538/posts/default/8979252697560339611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtezt-gurlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='Welcome 2010.'/><author><name>Qtezt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13049292164802105156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vcJu7IsES4/SpvBUOv9XsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q00NMxJYO6U/S220/DSCN6611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
