<?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-6462764569271240834</id><updated>2011-09-24T00:26:32.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unused blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462764569271240834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757107055172210037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462764569271240834.post-7696430599526794567</id><published>2011-03-17T00:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:58:44.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emak dan bapa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A man came and said, "O Messenger of Allah, who among people &lt;b&gt;most deserves my good companionship&lt;/b&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He said: ‘Your mother.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He said, ‘Then who?’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He said: ‘your mother.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He said, ‘Then who?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He said ‘Your mother.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He said, ‘Then who?’, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;e said: ‘Then your father.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Read those words hunnay, "&lt;b&gt;most deserving of my good companionship"&lt;/b&gt;. Doesn't she deserve it? She does. My good companionship, what does that mean? It means being sweet and kind to her, help her, talk to her when she looks upset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;(make sure you say the right things though because if you don't.. heeh). After this, we'll be leaving for university or college  and we'll live with new flat mates, maybe for 4 to 6 years, probably forming strong bonds with our new friends. Yet, i've lived with my parents for almost 17 YEARS. It is kind of absurd to think about it. It really is, when we look back, it seems pretty 'normal', but just imagine if you were to live with a group of people for 17 YEARS, wouldnt you guys be tight like the jeans you bought two years ago heh. I probably spent most part my youth just being a heck of a horrible child to them. Countless of times, i've been ignorant to them, why did i do that? For what ultimate purpose? I remember just doing it for no absolute reason other than to just annoy them and to let go of my frustrations -.- Which is ironic because, didn't it just cause frustration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;OAllah, let us always give our good companionship to our parents. AMEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;anyway. id like to thank the blogger.com peeps, lol i love spell check. heh &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/6462764569271240834-7696430599526794567?l=kistinaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7696430599526794567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6462764569271240834&amp;postID=7696430599526794567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462764569271240834/posts/default/7696430599526794567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462764569271240834/posts/default/7696430599526794567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/emak-dan-bapa.html' title='emak dan bapa!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757107055172210037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462764569271240834.post-4520836986938141048</id><published>2011-03-16T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T02:00:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its 2011. wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;decided to write a new post, havent done it in quite awhile, you can guess :) i read back all my posts, well atleast most of it, and realized most of it was garbage. pure sedih-emosi-tergugat stuff mixed with wierdly ecstatic bull. I realized that i was so full of myself. i mean. really really full of myself. really really really really really really full of myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o Allah, always make me free from ignorance and always make me concious of Your Grace and Your Ilmu and Your Almightiness Enthroned and The Coming of the Day of Judgement and O Allah, make me someone who will always work, ibadah and strive for good deeds to achieve Your Mercy in the hereafter, ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; If i were to read what i wrote from someone else's website, i would probably click the 'X' button or just change the link.  Somehow, i did like all my 'emotionally bermasalah' posts, cos it didnt have much garbage in them. heh, i deleted all the rest, i think i didnt bother to delete the old posts in the first place because i was 'holding on' to my 'old' self. Now, there's only 14 left out of 60( 64, or is it 67?) posts, delete spreee, heehe. dont think im holding on so tightly now, though im not sure if i should keep all 14 of it, i wouldnt mind deleting ALL. HEHEH. anyway, next week we have exams, and i just spent roughly three hours + wasting time on the internet and tv._. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and still alhamdulillah, things are going well, i am able to study and i should go do it NAAAAOOO!. hehe, semangat la, isnt ilmu amazing, we should always fight for it, search for it, and look out for it. I mean ilmu yang bermanfaat lah bukan yang tak berpatutan dan yang merosakkan akal minda. i should do karangan now or smthg, neeh and i just spent almost 3 1/2 hours wasting time, plus, i should take my own advice -.- bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462764569271240834-4520836986938141048?l=kistinaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4520836986938141048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6462764569271240834&amp;postID=4520836986938141048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462764569271240834/posts/default/4520836986938141048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462764569271240834/posts/default/4520836986938141048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-2011-wow.html' title='its 2011. wow.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757107055172210037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462764569271240834.post-3393893122157227260</id><published>2009-06-24T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:50:10.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HK4I2gwHCHE/SkIgInthK5I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-K9gDFMiLDg/s1600-h/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HK4I2gwHCHE/SkIgInthK5I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-K9gDFMiLDg/s320/img004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350874639740513170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;don't you love those moments with a friend and you have silent moments but its not awkward. no, its not. its a peaceful silence, as if you can just look at that person in the eye and somehow you understand. you wont need words to elaborate &amp;amp; just watch and see. see that person, whoever it is maybe it's your mother, a relative, a best friend, a friend and maybe a stranger. just to look in their eyes and understand. i rarely have those moments but when it does happens, i cant stop smiling, because i know that i will have that someone in my life and i appreciate God for giving me such BLESSSS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These past few days i feel like a time bomb. i could blow up any moment now. TICK tick. the time runs. i wonder when will that be. i rest my case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as to those i didn't acknowledge as much, i'm sorry. as to that, i wish i could light up a bit at the time being but i'm just a bit tensed up ever since school started. i rasa pusing bangeeettttt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'll take a deep breath, say my alhamdulillah's &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;peace yall :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462764569271240834-3393893122157227260?l=kistinaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3393893122157227260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6462764569271240834&amp;postID=3393893122157227260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462764569271240834/posts/default/3393893122157227260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462764569271240834/posts/default/3393893122157227260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/breath.html' title='breath'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757107055172210037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HK4I2gwHCHE/SkIgInthK5I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-K9gDFMiLDg/s72-c/img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462764569271240834.post-1994877687458404930</id><published>2009-04-01T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:05:46.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complications</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;newblogg, experimenting now. ELLO, and nite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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/6462764569271240834-1994877687458404930?l=kistinaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1994877687458404930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6462764569271240834&amp;postID=1994877687458404930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462764569271240834/posts/default/1994877687458404930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462764569271240834/posts/default/1994877687458404930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kistinaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/complications.html' title='complications'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757107055172210037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
