<?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-7209000235520486945</id><updated>2012-02-11T20:44:27.354+05:30</updated><category term='Al-Quran verse'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='poem'/><category term='picture'/><category term='hadith'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='study'/><category term='tazkirah'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='family'/><category term='experience'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='manipal'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>''~ TruE BeLieVer ~''</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-1788739132692835152</id><published>2009-10-14T18:17:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:20:46.267+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>ESOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;"Dan Allah mengeluarkan kamu dari perut ibu kamu dengan keadaan tidak mengetahui sesuatupun dan Dia mengurniakan kepada kamu pendengaran dan penglihatan serta hati (akal fikiran); supaya kamu bersyukur" (An-Nahl:78)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Terkenang kembali saat mula-mula masuk MMMC. Dalam keadaan tak tahu apa-apa tentang Anatomy, Physiology, Biochemistry, Pathology, Microbiology, Pharmacology, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;lecturer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ku mengajar penuh sabar anak-anak didiknya. Sungguh 2 tahun yang bermakna kerana dengan izin-Nya aku memahami tubuh badan manusia, aktiviti-aktiviti yang berlaku dalam badan manusia yang sangat hebat. Sungguh sangat terbukti kekuasaan-Nya dan betapa kerdilnya manusia di sisi Tuhan. Manakan sama proses pengklonan akan menghampiri penciptaan-Nya. Sungguh manusia bergelar doktor tidak sama sekali boleh menyamai Tuhan. Andai berjaya menyelamatkan pesakit bukanlah dengan kepandaian dan kebijaksanaan yang dimiliki tapi atas kehendak-Nya jua. Perjalanan mendalami ilmu perubatan masih panjang. Semakin banyak yang cuba dipelajari semakin banyak perkara yang tidak diketahui. Hendak mengagumi pakar-pakar perubatan kerana ketangkasan mendiagnosa dan merawat? Hebat lagi kepada Maha Pencipta yang menciptakan manusia, mendatangkan penyakit dan memberi ilmu-ilmu kepada pengamal perubatan. Dan kini, 2 langkah yang diperlukan untuk menamatkan pengajian. Cukupkah dengan ilmu yang ada? Masih terasa sangat cetek. Masih lagi tidak layak. Namun, syukur Alhamdulillah jika dibandingkan lebih 3 tahun lalu, sedikit demi sedikit ilmu dikutip dalam melengkapkan diri untuk menjadi doktor. Perjalanan masih lagi panjang lagi-lagi apabila memikirkan hendak menyambung pengajian untuk menjadi pakar. Semakin dikejar arah itu, semakin merasa betapa hinanya manusia. Ilmu yan didapati masih sedikit. Hanya secedok air yang diambil dari lautan. Satu yang kupinta, andai berjaya kelak jangan lupa diri, jangan mendabik dada. Masih banyak ilmu yang belum terungkap. Masih banyak misteri yang belum terungkai. Dalam bidang inilah, rahsia-rahsia manusia terungkai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" id="fon1" class="Malayu" &gt;&lt;span id="mspan1"&gt;Bacalah (wahai Muhammad) dengan nama Tuhanmu yang menciptakan (sekalian makhluk), (1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" id="fon2" class="Malayu" &gt;&lt;span id="mspan2"&gt;Dia menciptakan manusia dari sebuku darah beku; (2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" id="fon3" class="Malayu" &gt;&lt;span id="mspan3"&gt;Bacalah dan Tuhanmu Yang Maha Pemurah; (3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" id="fon4" class="Malayu" &gt;&lt;span id="mspan4"&gt;Yang mengajar manusia melalui pena dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" id="fon4" class="Malayu" &gt;&lt;span id="mspan4"&gt; tulisan; (4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" id="fon5" class="Malayu" &gt;&lt;span id="mspan5"&gt;Dia mengajarkan manusi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" id="fon5" class="Malayu" &gt;&lt;span id="mspan5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a apa yang tidak diketahuinya. (5) (Al-Alaq:1-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" id="fon5" class="Malayu" &gt;&lt;span id="mspan5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tahun-tahun mendatang, saat ini akan dikenang semula. Betapa banyak perkara telah dipelajari. Banyak perkara masih belum difahami. Moga-moga ilmu yang diperoleh kelak menjadi platform untuk mendekati-Nya. Moga setiap perkara baru dikaitkan dengan kehebatan-Nya. Moga perkataan Subhanallah terlancar dari bibir. Hari esok menanti. Penuh dengan cabaran dan dugaan. Diharapkan hari-hari mendatang akan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" id="fon5" class="Malayu" &gt;&lt;span id="mspan5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ada agar dapat merenungi kembali saat ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SvV2oIlVoaI/AAAAAAAAANc/WkSSHd02EUA/s1600-h/tomorrow-today-yesterday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SvV2oIlVoaI/AAAAAAAAANc/WkSSHd02EUA/s400/tomorrow-today-yesterday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401353759971713442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-1788739132692835152?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1788739132692835152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=1788739132692835152&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1788739132692835152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1788739132692835152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/10/esok.html' title='ESOK'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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/&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;振&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ふ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;り&lt;ruby&gt;返&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;かえ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;る&lt;ruby&gt;事&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;こと&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;はない　&lt;ruby&gt;目&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;め&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;の&lt;ruby&gt;前&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;まえ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;にある&lt;ruby&gt;物&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;もの&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;見据&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;みす&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;えて&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;溢&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;あふ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;れてく&lt;ruby&gt;希望&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;きぼう&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;だけを　ポケットに&lt;ruby&gt;詰&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;つ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;め&lt;ruby&gt;込&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;こ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;んで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;どんな&lt;ruby&gt;時&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;とき&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;でもひとつになれば&lt;br /&gt;なんでも&lt;ruby&gt;出来&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;でき&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;るはずさ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;今&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;いま&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;すぐBon Voyage!　&lt;ruby&gt;明日&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;あした&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;を&lt;ruby&gt;目指&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;めざ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;して&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;僕達&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ぼくたち&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;は&lt;ruby&gt;大地&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;だいち&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;を&lt;ruby&gt;蹴&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;け&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;り&lt;ruby&gt;出&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;だ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;すんだ&lt;br /&gt;ここからBon Voyage!　&lt;ruby&gt;光&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ひかり&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;を&lt;ruby&gt;目指&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;めざ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;して&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;何時&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;いつ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;までも&lt;ruby&gt;夢&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ゆめ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;はあるんだから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;真剣&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;しんけん&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;に&lt;ruby&gt;生&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;い&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;きていこう!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;何時&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;いつ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;の&lt;ruby&gt;日&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ひ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;も&lt;ruby&gt;友&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;とも&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;の&lt;ruby&gt;声&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;こえ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;が　&lt;ruby&gt;僕達&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ぼくたち&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;の&lt;ruby&gt;道標&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;みちしるべ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;君&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;きみ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;の&lt;ruby&gt;笑顔&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;えがお&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;が&lt;ruby&gt;輝&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;かがや&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;いてる&lt;br /&gt;この&lt;ruby&gt;地球&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ほし&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;を&lt;ruby&gt;動&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;うご&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;かしてる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;今&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;いま&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;すぐBon Voyage!　&lt;ruby&gt;羽&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;は&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;ばたく&lt;ruby&gt;青空&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;あおぞら&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;大&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;おお&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;きく&lt;ruby&gt;手&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;て&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;を&lt;ruby&gt;広&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ひろ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;げてみるんだ&lt;br /&gt;ここからBon Voyage!　&lt;ruby&gt;飛&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;と&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;び&lt;ruby&gt;立&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;た&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;つ&lt;ruby&gt;大空&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;おおぞら&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;何処&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;どこ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;までも&lt;ruby&gt;君&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;きみ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;は&lt;ruby&gt;行&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;い&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;けるんだから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;真剣&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;しんけん&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;に&lt;ruby&gt;生&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;い&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;きていこう!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;大事&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;だいじ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;な&lt;ruby&gt;人&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ひと&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;が&lt;ruby&gt;何処&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;どこ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;かで&lt;ruby&gt;君&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;きみ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;を&lt;ruby&gt;待&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ま&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;ち&lt;ruby&gt;望&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;のぞ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;んでる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;胸&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;むね&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;張&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;は&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;っていればそれだけでいい…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;今&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;いま&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;すぐBon Voyage!　&lt;ruby&gt;明日&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;あした&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;を&lt;ruby&gt;目指&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;めざ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;して&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;僕達&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ぼくたち&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;は&lt;ruby&gt;大地&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;だいち&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;を&lt;ruby&gt;蹴&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;け&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;り&lt;ruby&gt;出&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;だ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;すんだ&lt;br /&gt;ここからBon Voyage!　&lt;ruby&gt;光&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ひかり&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;を&lt;ruby&gt;目指&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;めざ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;して&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;何時&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;いつ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;までも&lt;ruby&gt;夢&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;ゆめ&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;はあるんだから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ruby&gt;真剣&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;しんけん&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;に&lt;ruby&gt;生&lt;rp&gt;(&lt;rt&gt;い&lt;rp&gt;)&lt;/rp&gt;&lt;/rt&gt;&lt;/rp&gt;きていこう!&lt;br /&gt;ずっと…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With map in hand, we head towards an unseen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Just chasing an unknown world with dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never looking back, staring at what's in front of our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing our pockets with nothing but overflowing hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, if we become one,&lt;br /&gt;We can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now: Bon Voyage! Aim for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We kick start from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;From here, it's Bon Voyage! Aim for the light.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams will always be around.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lined up dreams give us courage.&lt;br /&gt;Anyday the voice of a friend will guide our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile shines&lt;br /&gt;And moves this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now: Bon Voyage! Fly through the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms wide.&lt;br /&gt;From here, it's Bon Voyage! Take off into the wide sky.&lt;br /&gt;Because you can go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone important is waiting for you somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;You just need to stand proud, that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now: Bon Voyage! Aim for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We kick start from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;From here, it's Bon Voyage! Aim for the light.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams will always be around.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life true!&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;/ruby&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-8556621555333719417?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ed450525ef4d255&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8556621555333719417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=8556621555333719417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8556621555333719417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8556621555333719417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/07/ashita-wo-mezashite.html' title='Ashita wo Mezashite'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-8948395265830316103</id><published>2009-07-01T00:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:55:31.554+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tazkirah'/><title type='text'>Analogi Perkahwinan dan Dakwah???</title><content type='html'>Tersentuh hati apabila tazkirah diberikan oleh Eva diberikan pada hari ni. Simple tapi penuh dgn nilai ilmu dan terkesan jiwa. Menurut Eva, konsep itu dipetik daripada buku Jean Austin (maaf, betulkan jika saya salah kerana saya memang tak baca buku tu). Oh! Konsep suami dalam perkahwinan (memandangkan kami semua perempuan, kami tidak bercakap dr sudut lelaki).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dalam satu-satu keadaan untuk sesebuah perkahwinan, ada masanya kita akan berasa geram atau marah atau membenci sesetengah sikap atau perkara yang dilakukan oleh sang suami. Tapi itu tidak bermakna disebabkan perasaan yg sementara atau perkara kecil yang mengganggu diri akan menyebabkan kita mahu mengakhiri perkahwinan tersebut. Ini disebabkan selain suami, ada entiti lain yang menyebabkan kita bertahan dgn perkahwinan tersebut iaitu ikatan dan konsep perkahwinan itu sendiri. Kalau kita mampu bersabar sedikit dengan perkara-perkara kecil ini Insha-Allah kita akan merasa manisnya perkahwinan itu. Asam garam rumahtangga (additional sentence from me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga dalam konsep ukhuwah dan dakwah. Ada masanya kita kurang sabar dengan apa yan dilalui. Mungkin kita berasa geram dgn naqibah kita, mungkin kita berasa malas berhalaqah, mungkin kita berasa tension sebab orang lain macam tidak ambil pusing apa yang kita katakan atau lakukan, mungkin kita tidak suka dengan seseorang dlm halaqah kita dan segala jenis kemungkinan yang mungkin wujud untuk jangka masa pendek sahaja. Tapi itu tidak bermakna kita mahu memisahkan diri daripada jalan dakwah itu sendiri. Perkara-perkara kecil inilah sebenarnya menguji kita dan memaniskan dakwah itu. Bukan sekadar apabila kita halaqah bersama-sama, tetapi juga proses ke arah mengajak individu lain dalam memahami dakwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ada sesetengah ayat telah diubahsuai. Tetapi diharapkan maksudnya jelas. Jazakallah Eva kerana berkongsi (walaupun bukan dicedok daripada sumber-sumber atau buku-buku islami, menurut kata Eva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple but sweet! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7209000235520486945-8948395265830316103?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8948395265830316103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=8948395265830316103&amp;isPopup=true' title='186 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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saya...</title><content type='html'>.......................&lt;br /&gt;.....Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa nak cakap ni?&lt;br /&gt;Dah lama menyepi dari arena blog&lt;br /&gt;Sejak kembali ke tanah air sehabis pengajian 2 tahun setengah di kampus Manipal MMMC, terasa kehilangan mood menulis blog semula&lt;br /&gt;Entah apa yang disibukkan sangat pun tak tahulah&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun diharapkan dapat menyambung tinta ~ true believer ~ lagi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-6050508281706580605?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6050508281706580605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=6050508281706580605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6050508281706580605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6050508281706580605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/06/maafkan-saya.html' title='Maafkan saya...'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-6599137659193695902</id><published>2009-02-25T18:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:43:43.842+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipal'/><title type='text'>Count Down The Day (Wednesday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rabu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Study for whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-6599137659193695902?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6599137659193695902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=6599137659193695902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6599137659193695902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6599137659193695902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-down-day-wednesday.html' title='Count Down The Day (Wednesday)'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-6152193190410720374</id><published>2009-02-24T16:19:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:39:42.791+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipal'/><title type='text'>Count Down The Day (Tuesday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Selasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) End Posting Examination for Community Medicine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Having lunch at H&amp;amp;K Flavour (Food Court) with Senk Chung and Karthik. Senk Chung belanja aiskrim strawberi. Hmmm..nyum nyum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Went to police station to get endorsement (ade cop 'Final Departure')&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Usrah online dgn Akhi Raswan dr Malaysia pukul 8.30mlm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Study for Comprehensive Examination (Medicine)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-6152193190410720374?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6152193190410720374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=6152193190410720374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6152193190410720374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6152193190410720374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-down-day-tuesday.html' title='Count Down The Day (Tuesday)'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2940796110993655861</id><published>2009-02-23T11:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:18:08.799+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipal'/><title type='text'>Count Down The Day (Monday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Monday &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Isnin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) Hari ni ade presentation from Eva and others about Violence Against Women - how it can be prevented? Presentation yg sgt menarik (topik ni sesuai bg kat Eva) esp ade the only male in the group. Dr R. Kamath pun puji the way it was presented. Isu-isu yg dibawa kena pada tajuknya. Not to forget, one video clip at the the end of the presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Having early lunch at 11.30am. The menu: Chicken Teriyaki from Subway (100% HALAL) and Barrista Caramello from Barrista (the cost is almost Rs200)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ade community visit ke Kadekar, one of the rural area near the Udupi. Interesting trip. This would be the last visit to community setup. What we had learnt today? Type of house known as kaca (rumah separuh siap) with 2 rooms and does not have attached toilet. Inadequate lighting and ventilation (really dark when you go inside). Well become the source of water supply. Washing area is in the yard where the water used for washing drained to the plants (save cost). I don't think I would see such house in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Study for Community Medicine End Posting Examination (malasnyer...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2940796110993655861?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2940796110993655861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2940796110993655861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2940796110993655861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2940796110993655861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-down-day-monday.html' title='Count Down The Day (Monday)'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-4798339288215627220</id><published>2009-02-22T17:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:58:12.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipal'/><title type='text'>Leaving Manipal (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;List of things that I should do before leaving Manipal (continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2) Must meet with all lecturers (quite impossible for those who have taught me during the third year esp. at Karkala) ; not to forget a moment with beloved mentor, Dr reem Rachel Abraham as well as the most respectful Dean, Dr K. Ramnarayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) BUY LOTS OF SAREES!!! (18 pairs in my hands, maybe 3 or 4 more) ... this is for SALE! (Business-minded)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Buy books for 3rd, 4th and 5th years (mission accomplished except for some books)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Long last walk to END POINT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Close the bank account (need to make enquiry for interest)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Take an auto rickshaw ride AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE (never get the chance after this) and also buy models of auto rickshaw (can keep them on the table in my room later)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) A walk around Manipal and Udupi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Spend some moments with my dearest sisters (we already had dinner together) but before they go somewhere I wish to meet with all of them again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-4798339288215627220?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4798339288215627220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=4798339288215627220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4798339288215627220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4798339288215627220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaving-manipal-part-2.html' title='Leaving Manipal (part 2)'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7645160484840792140</id><published>2009-02-22T07:43:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:43:01.701+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipal'/><title type='text'>Leaving Manipal (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;List of things that I should do before leaving Manipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;FoOdy....fOoDy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Must eat/drink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOBNOB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Lemon Pepper Fish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Broasted Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Chicken Roll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Tempura Fish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEF INN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Nasi Lemak (the best in Manipal)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Chicken Rice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Chicken Char Koay Teow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BASIL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- BBQ Chicken Quesadilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Chicken Rice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Mamak Fried Noodle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Biscuit Pudding with Vanilla Ice-Cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Fried Ice-Cream with Chocolate Sauce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOTSPOT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Grilled Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Parota&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Lime Juice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SNACK SHACK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Chicken Wanton Soup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Potato Lovers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Potato Burger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Fish &amp;amp; Chips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Mr Brown (ice-cream)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Ice Lemon Tea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HANGYO SAIBA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Butter Naan with Tandoori Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Lamb/Chicken Sizzler&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Potato Greek Salad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Bolognaise Spaghetti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Hawaiian Chicken Pizza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOUR CHOICE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Karnataka Fried Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Kabab Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PLANET CAFE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Planet Special Burger with extra cheese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Potato Wedges/Spiral French Fries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Fried Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEIF PALACE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Beef/Chicken Briyani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- All beef-based dishes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Parota&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Strawberry Milk Shake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Fried Banana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DOLLOPS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Chicken Briyani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Shanghai Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Cheese Omelette &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CAFE COFFEE DAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Chocolate Fantasy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Chocolate Croissant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Cold Chocolate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Kaapi Nirvana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Strawberry Ice Tea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BARRISTA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Double Choco Fudge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Choco Fudge Freeze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Barrista Blast&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/7209000235520486945-7645160484840792140?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7645160484840792140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7645160484840792140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7645160484840792140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7645160484840792140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaving-manipal-part-1.html' title='Leaving Manipal (part 1)'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2165382459515090364</id><published>2009-02-14T20:16:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:20:45.647+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>. a b o u t . m e .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305647635990089154" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SaFtq2wF49I/AAAAAAAAALg/6OKbszbiXS8/s400/water-drop-ripples-blue-green-pink-1-AJHD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is you favourite number?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305643602495985330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SaFuvveY1rI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ui391NMBzJA/s400/number3.gif" border="0" /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is your favourite past time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305644935187546210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SaFv9UI0QGI/AAAAAAAAALw/yC5rr7rfhiw/s400/Kids-reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is you favourite letter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646491756806770" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SY7vCiLMDhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xBamzOiznvc/s400/3166097607_b3d822f966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY, DAMIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7209000235520486945-2127618496752592519?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2127618496752592519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2127618496752592519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2127618496752592519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2127618496752592519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/02/eid-milad.html' title='Eid Milad'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SY7vCiLMDhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xBamzOiznvc/s72-c/3166097607_b3d822f966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3606998361076373938</id><published>2009-02-06T17:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:24:46.483+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Awk dpt 29 for obg"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mesej yg diterima membuatkan aku terkedu. Terkedu dgn jumlah markah terlalu sedikit. Jika nak dibandingkan dgn markah semasa &lt;em&gt;posting &lt;/em&gt;di Udupi, bagai langit dgn bumi. Mungkin bg sesetengah menganggap ini hanya &lt;em&gt;end posting examination &lt;/em&gt;semata-mata tapi aku rasa ia lebih dr tu. &lt;em&gt;It's just not a mere exam&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It's more than that&lt;/em&gt;. Tambahan lagi mendapat markah yg sedikit untuk subjek &lt;em&gt;posting &lt;/em&gt;yang menjadi &lt;em&gt;favourite&lt;/em&gt;. Aku akui soalan yg dikemukakan merupakan soalan &lt;em&gt;common sense. &lt;/em&gt;Ditambah pula dgn demam dan sakit perut, aku berasa kurang konsentrasi dlm menjawab soalan. &lt;em&gt;The thing is, I don't want to use my sickness for that period as an excuse not performing well&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Even it is just a minor test.&lt;/em&gt; Hilang semangat sebentar. Aku rasa bersalah terhadap &lt;em&gt;lecturers &lt;/em&gt;yg telah mengajar dgn bersungguh-sungguh. Rasa tak berbaloi markah yg aku dapat dgn apa yg telah aku pelajari dlm kelas. Tapi mungkin itu lah hikmahnya. Supaya aku sedar. Dan mungkin meningkatkan usaha. Di samping berdoa agar Dia mengurniakan kesihatan yg baik semasa &lt;em&gt;exam&lt;/em&gt;. Apa gunanya belajar kuat-kuat kalau Dia tak izinkan kita sihat pada hari peperiksaan. Markah yg diperoleh mungkin sikit tapi aku yakin ada banyak hikmah yang bakal aku ketahui pada masa akan datang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3606998361076373938?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3606998361076373938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3606998361076373938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3606998361076373938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3606998361076373938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/02/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7112914961714729775</id><published>2009-02-05T18:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:45:41.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>~ irony ~</title><content type='html'>IRONY of a doctor/medical student/health care workers&lt;br /&gt;1) Smoking: Despite knowing the consequences such as bronchiectasis, chronic bronchitis, thrombo angitis obliterans (TOA), lung cancer etc.&lt;br /&gt;2) Sedentary lifestyle: They know the importance of regular exercise and avoidance of stress, yet they still not bound with it&lt;br /&gt;3) Drug abuse: Just because they are have accessibility to certain drugs (some drug abusers are health professionals! Just imaging it)&lt;br /&gt;4) Some may not consult other doctors when they're sick (I would say I fall to this group of people)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-7112914961714729775?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7112914961714729775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7112914961714729775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7112914961714729775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7112914961714729775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2009/02/irony.html' title='~ irony ~'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-1784967444174874137</id><published>2009-01-01T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:28:14.251+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SY7yr9Wco5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/lqiHDX3oM1Q/s1600-h/7-happy-new-year.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440648478663570" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SYuRaTgQU_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8jicIJdU9Og/s400/3143726850_5a7126771f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7209000235520486945-2846960339386449470?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2846960339386449470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2846960339386449470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2846960339386449470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2846960339386449470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/12/salam-maal-hijrah.html' title='Salam Maal Hijrah'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SYuRaTgQU_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8jicIJdU9Og/s72-c/3143726850_5a7126771f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-4357012167829090552</id><published>2008-12-16T19:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:56:11.232+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Medicine Posting</title><content type='html'>I do think Medicine is one of the best posting here. We were posted in Dr T.M.A. Pai Hospital, Udupi which is about 15-min journey (with bus) from Manipal. Some of my batchmate (I think all of them) thought it was the most tiring posting since we've been there from 9.30 am to 12.30 pm (morning posting) at from 2.30 pm to 4.30 pm (afternoon posting). Basically we need to clerk a case from 9.30 am to 11.00 am before presenting it to respective consultant later. Another one would be in the afternoon where clerking of case for half an hour. Two cases would be present by two pairs. Why I'm saying it's the best posting because we used most of the time learning to take a history from patients (communicating in local language is the lare barrier but somehow we managed to do it with broken English+broken Kannada+signal language) and perform some clinical examination. I feel most of my time is occupied with lots of thing. Other might think this posting is not as relaxing as Community Medicine or Surgery, where we could finish the class early and not much of workload. As for me, I think vice versa coz' if you want a relaxing and less tense posting, it's better for you taking other course other than medicine. You need to give your life to medicine (just express my own feeling). Anyway, Medicine (apart of O&amp;amp;G, my other favourite posting) is the time where we're in contact with patient. I've really learnt a lot from the patients admitted to the General Ward of Dr T.M.A. Pai Hospital. It's the time where I practised my percussion on the chest area, auscultation to listen to the heart sounds etc etc. I never forgot this one patient for entire life. Mrs Laxmi, who suffered from heart disease (in which I felt pity for her but at the same time excited with the findings that she had, namely pansystolic murmur, tapping apex, parasternal heave, features of central cyanosis and still long list to go). Tuberculosis is very rampant in India so we could see some of the beds with patients of having TB. Most of the patients were cooperative eventhough all 23 of us crowding one bed just to listen to crepitations and rhonchi. They've leading our very first step of attaining the competency as a doctor. Like the first teacher who taught us ABC, I am very thankful to all the patients there for being my guidance. They do, have taught me many things. I wish I can make my time to the most for Medicine posting once I've come back to Malacca for Phase II of MBBS later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dr Manjunath, Dr Lorraine, Dr Ram Bhat, Dr Seema and Dr Abdul Razak for your committment and patience towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I still want to specialize in O&amp;amp;G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-4357012167829090552?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4357012167829090552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=4357012167829090552&amp;isPopup=true' title='124 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4357012167829090552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4357012167829090552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/12/medicine-posting.html' title='Medicine Posting'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>124</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3205829874575187063</id><published>2008-11-25T19:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:33:12.780+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Surgery Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Duration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 weeks (5 November 2008 until 25 November 2008) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Lecturers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Vinayak Shenoy Kallya&lt;br /&gt;Dr L. Lobo&lt;br /&gt;Dr Suresh R.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Saurabh Agrawal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Topics (Clinical)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examination of a lump or swelling&lt;br /&gt;Examination of an ulcer&lt;br /&gt;Examination of peripheral vascular diseases and gangrene&lt;br /&gt;Examination of varicose veins&lt;br /&gt;Examination of the thyroid gland&lt;br /&gt;Examination of the breast&lt;br /&gt;Examination of an acute abdomen&lt;br /&gt;Examination of chronic abdominal conditions&lt;br /&gt;Examination of a case of hernia&lt;br /&gt;Examination of a swelling in the inguinoscrotal region or groin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinical&lt;br /&gt;- A manual on Clinical Surgery (7th edition) by S. Das&lt;br /&gt;Theory&lt;br /&gt;- Short Textbook of Surgery (25th edition) by Bailey and Love&lt;br /&gt;- Manipal Manual on Surgery (2nd edition) by K. Rajgopal Shenoy&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: There are other reference books. Anatomy books also included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The surgeries that I've observed in operation theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A case of lipoma : conducted by Dr Anup&lt;br /&gt;- A case of fistula in ano : conducted by Dr Shenoy&lt;br /&gt;- A case of umbilical hernia : conducted by Dr Saurabh, Dr Anup and Dr Suresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The End Posting Examination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consist of only VIVA&lt;br /&gt;Attendance no. 1-10 : Dr Lobo&lt;br /&gt;Attendance no. 11-20 : Dr Suresh (I was assigned to Dr. Suresh)&lt;br /&gt;Attendance no. 21-23 : Dr. Shenoy&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: Dr Suresh allowed me to choose any topic that I wanted, so I chose 'Breast'. The only person in my group that chose the topic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3205829874575187063?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3205829874575187063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3205829874575187063&amp;isPopup=true' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3205829874575187063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3205829874575187063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/11/surgery-posting.html' title='Surgery Posting'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-8180159490438581706</id><published>2008-11-23T08:19:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:42:47.991+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Faces of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Look how much I differ during Grand Dinner (INTEC) for 2005 and 2006 as well as during College Day for January 2007, December 2007 and November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271681610017553346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSjGfmYOO8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tW8wrRtX7Q8/s400/21099443456826l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bit tension-looked face..this is a candid pic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Grand Dinner INTEC 2005)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271682393209333042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSjHNL_sZTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OKsi1rhddtA/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;More matured looking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Grand Dinner INTEC 2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699972121217970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSjXMai4y7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HKyvwkUJdZw/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't have individual picture &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(College Day January 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271685132531418770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSjJsow-RpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TPnbLnackFc/s400/IMG_1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinkish and sweet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(College Day December 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690794138410706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSjO2L5RHtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DYarpoXPo1M/s400/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last College Day I've attended in MMMC, Manipal Campus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(College Day 2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-8180159490438581706?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8180159490438581706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=8180159490438581706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8180159490438581706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8180159490438581706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/11/faces-of-me.html' title='Faces of Me'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSjGfmYOO8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tW8wrRtX7Q8/s72-c/21099443456826l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2426418961786922054</id><published>2008-11-19T17:49:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:19:05.096+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Flying Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSZnzXmriwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4lLl9AmBCls/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271014546090986242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSZnzXmriwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4lLl9AmBCls/s400/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an interesting scenario in the operation theatre (OT) just now! It seems Dr Suresh was pretty bored with the operation so he made us a FLYING BOAT! At first, I thought he just pulling our leg but when he started folding a piece of paper (it was originally a pair of gloves paper bag), I knew that he's serious to make one. He even asked us not to tell his superior what he has done during that time (but anyway, there were other surgeons inside the OT). Somehow it diverted our attention on focusing to the operation. We wanted to observe the operation till the end but he kept showed us how to make it. We told that we never made one before and he was so surprise. Pretty childish. But anyway we kept him company till he finished folding the 'flying boat'. One of my colleague clapped as a support, therefore he offered to give the paper boat to her. Wow, it is indeed an 'amazing' experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2426418961786922054?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2426418961786922054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2426418961786922054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2426418961786922054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2426418961786922054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/11/flying-boat.html' title='Flying Boat'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSZnzXmriwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4lLl9AmBCls/s72-c/DSC00125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7844523053774114662</id><published>2008-11-13T20:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:51:21.445+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Editorial Board 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SRxFoJ3UtEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-kxcryQUe_M/s1600-h/n514148280_946650_2289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268162220261684290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SRxFoJ3UtEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-kxcryQUe_M/s400/n514148280_946650_2289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm joining Editorial Board!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rather a spontaneous decision since I don't want to join the board at the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am even just gaze through the poster and don't think anything about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why I changed my mind after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe some sort of intuition telling me to become part of the members&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although my spoken + written English really upside down, I decided to be the part of the board with intention to sharpen certain soft skills...plus it will be a great experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chief-editor a.k.a. my batch mate placed me as the editor for student category (I guess he knew my limitation, but it's ok since I feel comfortable with it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway this is just the beginning....the exploration is yet to come&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/7209000235520486945-7844523053774114662?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7844523053774114662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7844523053774114662&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7844523053774114662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7844523053774114662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/11/editorial-board-2008.html' title='Editorial Board 2008'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SRxFoJ3UtEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-kxcryQUe_M/s72-c/n514148280_946650_2289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-5342700326296238293</id><published>2008-10-29T21:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:15:30.352+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>JaSSI</title><content type='html'>At last!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAM India Student Chapter has been established! And we have our own programme, Jalinan Sahabat Seluruh India (JaSSI) as a way to gather all Muslim students all over India. My dream becoming true. Although I'm not the one who pioneering the establishment but I'm glad becoming the part of it. I managed to involve at the very last minute. I will leaving Manipal very soon but I hope the committee of IMAM India will do everything possible to make it as successful as they can. To create a network among the Muslim students in India. To unite everyone so that each and everyone knows what happened in Bangalore, Mangalore, Manipal, Belgaum and Davangere. To support each other when in need. I am still supporting even when I have come back to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Visit &lt;a href="http://imam-indiastudentchapter.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://imam-indiastudentchapter.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-5342700326296238293?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5342700326296238293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=5342700326296238293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5342700326296238293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5342700326296238293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/10/jassi.html' title='JaSSI'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-8704327833897186658</id><published>2008-10-18T16:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:51:44.340+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>' To Kill a Mosqito using an Atomic Bomb '</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To kill a mosquito using an atomic bomb. Sounds exaggerated but in some ways the metaphor used by Dr Haridas has its own meaning. Well actually, he said it after discussing a case of a patient having relapsing of bipolar affective disorder throughout two years despite has been prescribed with some meds (don't remember whether it lithium, risperidone or sodium valproate). He questioning the reason of tapering the dose of the drugs after the patient become stable for some time and then a few months later, she showed the symptoms again. Basically what he trying to say is, doctors nowadays need to play safe. Giving the strongest and best medicine possible so that the symptoms will never appear and patients satisfied with their health . Even if the meds bring about actions which are not needed. Yeah, maybe for some doctors, there is no such doctor-patient relationship but more towards businessman-client relationship. The client is the patient. The businessman is the doctor. The patient come to the doctor for treatment of illnesses. The doctor treat the patient. The patient pay the doctor for his/her consultation. The view is like that. We are not realizing it but it happens that way. The metaphor of mosquito referring to a disease. Killing the mosquito using an atomic bomb where the bomb actually refers to the best meds/procedures/methods to cure a disease. Don't give the chance for a disease to complicate or else it will trouble the patients in future. The safest step; prescribed the most powerful drug. The disease will definitely disappear. It sounds simple but it not always work like that. There are so many factors that need to be consider. Meds not always the answer of all diseases.  I'm just entering the clinics phase and I don't know much about medicine yet. It's difficult for me to analyse what he had said. Maybe he tried to joke. Or maybe he just gave us the reality of world of medicine. My journey is way too long. I kept thinking what he really meant by saying that phrase. Only time can make me understand. Some day.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-8704327833897186658?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8704327833897186658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=8704327833897186658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8704327833897186658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8704327833897186658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-kill-mosqito-using-atomic-bomb.html' title='&apos; To Kill a Mosqito using an Atomic Bomb &apos;'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-5944725061405486</id><published>2008-10-10T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:35:08.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A World of Third Year</title><content type='html'>My postings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychiatry&lt;br /&gt;Surgery&lt;br /&gt;Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBG and Paediatrics (Udupi)&lt;br /&gt;OBG and Paediatrics (Karkala)&lt;br /&gt;Community Medicine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-5944725061405486?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5944725061405486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=5944725061405486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5944725061405486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5944725061405486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-of-third-year.html' title='A World of Third Year'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-4788612223698733836</id><published>2008-10-04T18:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:29:55.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Holiday</title><content type='html'>Aiseh...dah nak habis cuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mulalah terasa homesick ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I'm going to miss my lil' kittens, Lou and Peach...nanti bila balik untuk cuti akan datang, dah hilang ke'comel'an pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156003534652258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SRw_-SwGQ2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/AfWECJMDUqI/s400/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dearest Lou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156492582345586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SRxAawmJ23I/AAAAAAAAAJE/gaJtHwbIcLY/s400/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peach tengah tidur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time passed by so fast. I'm going to enter my third year and becoming the senior most in MMMC Manipal Campus. Well, there is another 5 months and I will bid farewell to Manipal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-4788612223698733836?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4788612223698733836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=4788612223698733836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4788612223698733836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4788612223698733836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-bye-holiday.html' title='Bye Bye Holiday'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SRw_-SwGQ2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/AfWECJMDUqI/s72-c/DSC00092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2906135581891373599</id><published>2008-10-01T20:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:17:30.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SRw91dLGSiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/omJ3vjviTis/s1600-h/kk38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153652690176546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SRw91dLGSiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/omJ3vjviTis/s400/kk38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7209000235520486945-2906135581891373599?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2906135581891373599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2906135581891373599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2906135581891373599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2906135581891373599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SRw91dLGSiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/omJ3vjviTis/s72-c/kk38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-215310246500989348</id><published>2008-09-28T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:02:27.049+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Precious 6-Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yea...balik rumah!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Missed my home so much....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward for this 6-weeks-holiday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many things to do....and I hope I'll manage my free time to its fullness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to enjoy this holiday!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-215310246500989348?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/215310246500989348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=215310246500989348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/215310246500989348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/215310246500989348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-precious-6-weeks.html' title='My Precious 6-Weeks'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7071782249025249308</id><published>2008-08-21T13:59:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:47:07.954+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>VIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It all happened within a blink of eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my story about VIVA. I was one of the students who got 23 marks for cumulative marks of internal examination. My name appears in the list of students who need to attend the distinction VIVA today. I still could not believe when I checked the list name yesterday, I was one of those students. The great thing about your name appearing in the list is you knew that you're already pass for the examination and your mark probably more than 75%. The difficult part is you'll need to go through the VIVA before it confirmed that you deserved to get distinction or not. This is the tough part. To my surprise, lots of other people whom I thinked should be in the list, didn't appear. Guess, I was the lucky one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, because of the VIVA I came to library to study and did some discussion. The first time ever in second year I came to library to study. I could see surprised face looking at me. Never mind about that. I didn't put any hope to get VIVA for distinction. But since my name has appeared, I decided to give a try. This is my first experience ever to attend VIVA. I need to go through back all the notes once again. It is impossible to do it in one night but you'll need to put some effort if you want it, right? Although I didn't have any intuition what would happen the following the next day, I prayed to Him for my best. Whether I will get distinction or not, it depends with His will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My challenge begins when the external examiner started to ask me question about autopsy. I misunderstood the question the question at the beginning but thanks to Dr Vrinda who guide to give the answer that he wanted to hear eventhough it was incomplete and I answered it without full confidence. He asking the next question which I couldn't remember and I told him I couldn't answer the question because I didn't know what it is. A minus for me. The next examiner asked me about the causes of death due to cut throat injury which I thinked I managed to answer it but once again without any confidence. I stumbled for few seconds to give the list for the causes. Hmm..it seems I didn't answer well enough. Dr Arun, my lecturer threw questions which I could answer. My saver for the VIVA. Well, I have done the best. I didn't deserve to get distinction, I guess. There is still a lot of things that I need to sharpen before I want to get good marks. But anyway, it was a new experience to me. It is never hurt if you want to try. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to all friends who wished me luck and even called me how I am doing. It gave me strength to do it. Ok, let go this for a moment and concentrate to more important mission tomorrow. My practical exam will be on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. The last portion of examination before I go back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck Damia! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-7071782249025249308?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7071782249025249308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7071782249025249308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7071782249025249308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7071782249025249308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva.html' title='VIVA'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-1544239708887804479</id><published>2008-08-20T06:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:35:37.640+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Docs On New Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When a panel of doctors was asked to vote on adding a new tower to their hospital,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Allergists voted to scratch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Gastroenterologists had sort of  a gut feeling about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Neurologists thought the administration had a lot of nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Obstetricians  felt they were all laboring under a misconception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The  Pathologists yelled, "Over my dead body"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The  Pediatricians said, "Oh, Grow up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Radiologists could see right  through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Surgeons decided to wash their hands of  the whole thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Internists thought it was a bitter pill to swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Plastic Surgeons said, "This puts a whole new face on the matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Podiatrists thought  it was a step forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Urologists felt the scheme  wouldn't hold water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Anesthesiologists thought the whole  idea was a gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the end,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Proctologists left the decision up to some asshole in administration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hihihi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* thanks Kak Tasnim for wonderful joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-1544239708887804479?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1544239708887804479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=1544239708887804479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1544239708887804479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1544239708887804479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/08/docs-on-new-tower.html' title='Docs On New Tower'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-5665735221527732004</id><published>2008-08-19T21:01:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:21:04.933+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tazkirah'/><title type='text'>A Split Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you agree with this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A split second can change everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do agree with this statement. We also can put in other way like '&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;changes can gives a significant&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;impact&lt;/em&gt;' or '&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;slight mistake can ruin&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;'. In life, we might encounter such scenario. Like if we have extra minute or even second, we can do this or do that. For example, if only I arrived a minute earlier, I might met him/her. If I have extra second I could wrote that word (in examination). If I didn't say those words, we might be still friends. And also other examples that you might think of. It shows that how a second, a minute, a word, a sentence is really important in that kind of situation. You became relief if you managed to get it but you can be really regretful if you missed it. What will you do if you need to face those situation? And it is matter so much to you. And it means everything to you but you miss it. Will you blame yourself? Will you keep thinking about it always? Will you regret it for lifelong? Will you wish you can turn back time and change it? It's difficult right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I am trying to say, this is why we need to have faith to Him. Everything that happen even if it do not affect that much in present, it will getting bigger and bigger in future. We may not feel anything at the beginning but sooner or later how you wish you could change it. Not regretting what had happened because He has destined it to happen no matter what you do. Men's fate has be written even before his birth. We think we need that tiny changes to rechange what had happened but sometimes we forget that He arranged like that so that we can learn. To look back why it gone wrong. To rethink our action before. And not just saying, '&lt;em&gt;If only I....&lt;/em&gt;' or '&lt;em&gt;I wish it would not happen&lt;/em&gt;'. We're not the one who controlling our life but the way our life pass by has been destined before whether we like it or not. He gives what we need, not what we want because He knows us much better from any other people. We think we want it but He knows we need it more than we want it. We may not realize until one day when you understand why it goes by His way. You will grateful it has not happened the way you want it to happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, don't be sad if we did slight mistake that we hope we can avoid it or if we missed the split second or minute which we thinking so much that we need it. It's not worth if you kept blaming and cursing yourself. What had happened should have been regretted if it's wrong but not for long. This is the way He teaches us about life, of how we need to be downearth and depend on Him. He never creates something for nonsense or valueless. Thus, let's change our mindset. Everything happened has the reason behind it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-5665735221527732004?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5665735221527732004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=5665735221527732004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5665735221527732004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5665735221527732004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/08/split-second.html' title='A Split Second'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-6137518179189640696</id><published>2008-08-19T20:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:25:55.219+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Disappointing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh well, finally Malaysia got silver for badminton in men single category. I wish Chong Wei can do much better. He seems pretty stress that night. Was it because his match against Lin Dan? Or because there were too many Chinese supporters? Chong Wei lets Lin Dan nailed himself in bot sets. Second set is much worse than the first one. He didn't play competitively and let Lin Dan snatched the victory to get Malaysia's first gold ever. He missed the chance for airing 'Negaraku' in BJUT Gimnasium. What a waste. Hmm...I guess it's never be easy. It looks that Chong Wei should do better but we don't know if we're not in his shoes. It's easy to say something but it is never easy if we're in such position. Yet, our contingent need to learn something from these event. Be it is Olympics, Commonwealth or others. You'll need to put more effort. You'll need to do something beyond your limit. Never be satisfied with what that you have done and need to strive more. I would say this to every Malaysia's athletes. We lack qualities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems we need to wait some more time but till when? Do we need to be the host first so that we can beat athletes from other countries? It need not to be necessary. Come on Malaysia's contingent, you know you can do it. You can do much better than this. Put aside those giant countries. It is impossible right now but one day, it can happen. We might be small but our spirit is BIG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-6137518179189640696?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6137518179189640696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=6137518179189640696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6137518179189640696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6137518179189640696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/08/disappointing-moment.html' title='The Disappointing Moment'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-534156915871140213</id><published>2008-08-16T23:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:59:08.481+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>You Know It's Not Your Day When...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is supposed to be a day for me to relax. Enjoying an outing after months of burying myself in books. However, it turns upside down. Everything is going well before I started to throw up during the ride to Mangalore. Gosh, I feel really terrible. And because of me, everyone is late for &lt;em&gt;Dark Night&lt;/em&gt; show. I felt guilty. We're all a few minutes late for the movie. My seat is not even nearby with others. My abdomen is cramping. My stomach is growling since all content of my stomach has been thrown up. My headache superadding everything. No one offering me anything to clear my throat. I felt really sick. I just want to go back but I don't want disappointing others. They're really looking forward to watch &lt;em&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt;. My expression makes others scared to say anything of me. They just keep quiet. Suddenly, my existence is not being appreciated. Its like I have just yelling or something at them. Err...hello, anyone? The journey back is much better but again I throw up. Luckily we have reached our apartment. However, I couldn't manage to go to bathroom, instead I throw up just outside the apartment. I was fortunate no one was there. It really a waste since my lunch which cost me Rs180 which safely reach the stomach two hours earlier has been thrown up. It's really not my day. Maybe I should take hyoscine (antiemetic) before starting the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-534156915871140213?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/534156915871140213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=534156915871140213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/534156915871140213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/534156915871140213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-its-not-your-day-when.html' title='You Know It&apos;s Not Your Day When...'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7168362487140624013</id><published>2008-08-12T23:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:00:47.665+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bermulanya Olimpik...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SKTX8u-8D8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/dLFqh7OG1h0/s1600-h/banner_olimpik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234546105315495874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SKTX8u-8D8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/dLFqh7OG1h0/s400/banner_olimpik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hari ke-5 Sukan Olimpik...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tatkala negara-negara jiran sudah menempah pingat masing-masing, pasukan Malaysia masih lagi terkial-kial mencari kedudukan untuk melayakkan diri dalam pusingan akhir. Sedikit mengecewakan. Tiadakah peluang Malaysia untuk mendapatkan pingat? Kali terakhir Malaysia mendapat pingat dalam Sukan Olimpik adalah suatu jangka masa yang panjang. Daripada aku seorang murid sekolah rendah hinggalah aku sudah menjadi penuntut kolej perubatan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan penyakit lamaku berulang kembali. Apabila sahaja bermula temasya sukan tak kiralah Sukan Olimpik, Sukan Komanwel, atau seumpamanya, semangat untuk menceburi sukan pasti akan berkobar-kobar. Rasa ingin menyertai kontinjen Malaysia jadi menebal. (In your dream, Damia). Tiada satu sukan pun yang aku punyai kebolehan. Mungkin aku lebih layak dikatakan pasif dalam sukan. Satu-satunya sukan yang pernah aku ceburi secara serius sepanjang hidup adalah seni mempertahankan diri. Itupun terpaksa menahan diri akhirnya disebabkan kecederaan pada kaki. Tetapi aku sempat menyertai satu kejohanan sebelum 'bersara'. Satu perasaan yang menyeronokkan walaupun tika itu hampir putus nafas dibuatnya kerana terlalu berdebar-debar. Namun keseronokan melihat perlawanan tidak kisah dalam apa jua acara sekalipun, tidak dapat digambarkan denan kata-kata. Menjadi penonton tidak sama seperti menjadi pemain. Debaran yang dirasa sangat berbeza. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku berharap Kontinjen Malaysia akan menghasilkan sekurang-kurangnya sebutir pingat. Walaupun harapan semakin tipis, aku harap mereka akan mencuba yang terbaik. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing in The Eyes of the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-7168362487140624013?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7168362487140624013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7168362487140624013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7168362487140624013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7168362487140624013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/08/bermulanya-olimpik.html' title='Bermulanya Olimpik...'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SKTX8u-8D8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/dLFqh7OG1h0/s72-c/banner_olimpik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-201698263067516550</id><published>2008-08-02T23:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:41:57.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When is my turn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SJSpLvQnLCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4OX9A9WRb9g/s1600-h/n50667065614_3105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229991086413786146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SJSpLvQnLCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4OX9A9WRb9g/s320/n50667065614_3105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh..I just got a wedding invitation from my former classmate during Form 3. And again, I cannot make it just because I am still in Manipal. This is my third/fourth time for not being able to attend wedding ceremony of my friends. Its really difficult since their planning do not overlap with my holidays. I hope this is the last one. I still do not have any experience to watch such wonderful day of my friend's wedding. Well, I guess it can't be help. I don't think they need to wait for my holiday to start and then decide the date so that I am able to attend! (In my dream). For this year, three of my friends have changed their title. Not 'Miss' anymore. Anyway I give my prayer and hoping everything will going well for them. Congratulation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think...when will be my turn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-201698263067516550?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/201698263067516550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=201698263067516550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/201698263067516550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/201698263067516550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-is-my-turn.html' title='When is my turn?'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SJSpLvQnLCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4OX9A9WRb9g/s72-c/n50667065614_3105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-4142609940291202877</id><published>2008-08-02T06:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T06:17:33.999+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Farewell 2nd Year</title><content type='html'>Just few weeks more and I will end my sweet-yet-hectic second year. Well, compared to other colleges, this is quite late since most of my friends who studying at other places have finishing theirs and having a nice, warmed holiday. Such a waste. By the time I've finishing mine, everyone has started third year. 25 days more. I just can't wait to be in home. Yet, 5 more days left to the ultimate finale of second year student, the greatest university examination. I just can't believe time can fly that fast. It just the same speed but because I've gone through those classes, practicals, internal exams, etc. I did not notice that it's almost at the end of the year. Good luck for me. Just a little bit patience and Insha-Allah everything will go fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-4142609940291202877?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4142609940291202877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=4142609940291202877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4142609940291202877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4142609940291202877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/08/farewell-2nd-year.html' title='Farewell 2nd Year'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-4520146026094536995</id><published>2008-07-25T20:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:26:52.557+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Everything is Possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #f4f4f4"&gt;Just now I went to ICHS building to check my Block 4 exam result. It's a bit late since the result has come out few days back but no one told me about it. I only come to know after my classmate send me an SMS telling me to check the internal marks. I wonder why no one told me. Has everyone become too busy for exam preparation? Never mind. At least there is still someone who remember me. Ok, that's not the point that I would like to tell. The thing is my result which surprised me. For the first time, I got distinction marks for three out four subjects. And one of them is Pharmacology. Of course, getting 75% makes me happy. Despite having acute abdominal pain during the exam and need to leave the examination hall early because I couldn't bear with the pain, I managed to do well. I recalled on that day after finishing the second paper, I rushed to home so that I could lying down on bed. It's just unbearable. The pain distracts me a lot especially during second paper. That time, I prayed so that at least I can passed the paper. I don't care whether I'll get high mark or not. I don't even put any hope. But &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;, with His will, He gives me such result. Allah is Merciful. He knows me. He granted me with this gift when I feel hopeless. If come to think again, it is quite impossible. But nothing is impossible when He says yes. He has answered my prayer. But somehow I feel scared. I still having university exam in another two weeks. I don't know what is my fate. I just hope it goes smoothly. May He destined me to pass in this final exam. Insha-Allah, with my effort and His blessing. I put myself as His servant. I let Him destine my fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-4520146026094536995?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4520146026094536995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=4520146026094536995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4520146026094536995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4520146026094536995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-is-possible.html' title='Everything is Possible'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2025316523337026228</id><published>2008-07-14T19:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:07:49.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Had Missing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #f4f4f4"&gt;I looked back what I have done these few months but nothing big happened in my life. Just another day that passed by. Just another week filled with classes, laboratory works, assignments etc. I don't feel the excitement. What had lost? Missing home? I called home every now and then. I will be back in another few weeks. Friends? Sometimes I become jerk but still I'll try my best to be a good buddy. Love? Hmm..skip this. Never go through a real relationship. Study? I'm doing pretty good although I am just average student. Huh, sometimes I really want better grade but first I should change my way of study. So, what had missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2025316523337026228?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2025316523337026228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2025316523337026228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2025316523337026228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2025316523337026228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-had-missing.html' title='What Had Missing?'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-1753385511130876595</id><published>2008-07-03T20:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:51:04.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Medicine Term VS Layman Term</title><content type='html'>Some layman terms that I knew before entering medicine college which are related with medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;urat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In layman term this referring to the vein but unfortunately this is a wrong term. Actually, it is referring to the nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keruping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It refers to blackish dead tissue overlying the previously injured tissue (eschar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;otot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among layman it always thought as bulk of muscles on arm (referring to the biceps muscle) but actually &lt;em&gt;otot&lt;/em&gt; = muscle. So not only the biceps but our whole body having it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kuman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it refers to bacteria (only?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;akut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay translation for acute. Mistakenly thought as less dangerous than chronic. Acute = rapid onset. Can be as serious outcome of disease as chronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kronik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always thought as a serious outcome of a disease but actually it means slow onset/progression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paru-paru berair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it pneumonia? Pulmonary oedema? If translated, pulmonary oedema is the correct one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;keputihan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layman term for vaginal discharge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These are some of the words that I could think of.  A lot of words still remain...may be you can add up?&lt;br /&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/7209000235520486945-1753385511130876595?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1753385511130876595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=1753385511130876595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1753385511130876595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1753385511130876595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/07/medicine-term-vs-layman-term.html' title='Medicine Term VS Layman Term'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-6014199278667227635</id><published>2008-07-03T06:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:41:58.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Trying To Become True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SJSrpMhYyiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qZ6XEXmLrts/s1600-h/pile_of_books.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229993791508236834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SJSrpMhYyiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qZ6XEXmLrts/s320/pile_of_books.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will become a doctor, Insha-Allah. But in the meantime, I crave to do something. Hmm..is it approprite to use 'crave'? It sounds I really want to do it. Anyway, it is just a dream. Never make any attempt to become a reality. Yet. It is just a thought. Whether it will become true one day, it depends on me. I don't think I will do it right now or somewhere near in future but I think I will proceed after 10 years. Or maybe more than that. Who knows. So, what is it the dream I'm talking about? I want to write a book. Yes, that is. Writing a book. Becoming an author. I haven't decide whether it is fiction or non-fiction. Maybe I have lots of imagination towards something but it is not necessary that I will write a fiction book. But, who knows I'm interested later. What should I write about? Hmm..let me worry about it later. Maybe the book tells the story of my life. Or maybe a view of something. Or maybe about medicine. I don't know yet. But before that, I need to sharpen my literature. And gather the materials, of course. I don't have specific plan yet but sooner or later, I hope it become true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing a book...a pending dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-6014199278667227635?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6014199278667227635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=6014199278667227635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6014199278667227635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6014199278667227635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-trying-to-become-true.html' title='A Dream Trying To Become True'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SJSrpMhYyiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qZ6XEXmLrts/s72-c/pile_of_books.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-4044753104844095461</id><published>2008-07-03T05:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:13:47.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ever lost before?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lost your touch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lost your idea? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or your hope?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe your spirit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or even you think that something is missing but you don't know what had lost from you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't know what to tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're just lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where am I? What I am doing here? Where should I go? What am I supposed to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is there anyone out there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is so empty?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where is everyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I blind?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too many questions but there are no answers for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still lost in the middle of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoping to find a way out...but where?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is there a really way out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-4044753104844095461?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4044753104844095461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=4044753104844095461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4044753104844095461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4044753104844095461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2356950396640543083</id><published>2008-06-16T18:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:32:36.176+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al-Quran verse'/><title type='text'>Celupan Allah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;صِبۡغَةَ ٱللَّهِ‌ۖ وَمَنۡ أَحۡسَنُ مِنَ ٱللَّهِ صِبۡغَةً۬‌ۖ وَنَحۡنُ لَهُ ۥ عَـٰبِدُونَ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;(Katakanlah wahai orang-orang yang beriman: Agama Islam, yang kami telah sebati dengannya ialah): Celupan Allah (yang mencorakkan seluruh kehidupan kami dengan corak Islam) dan siapakah yang lebih baik celupannya daripada Allah? (Kami tetap percayakan Allah) dan kepadaNyalah kami beribadat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;(Al-Baqarah : 138) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apakah tahap keimanan kita yang sebenar? Adakah cara hidup Islam benar-benar sebati dengan kehidupan kita? Adakah kita Muslim seperti sudu yang disadur dengan emas/perak? Hanya indah pada luaran. Islam hanya pada nama semata-mata. ATAU, kehidupan berlandaskan Islam yang meliputi segenap aspek. Bagai isi dengan kuku. Bak roti yang dicelup dalam air....basahnya memenuhi setiap inci. Itulah sebenarnya keimanan yang dikehendaki. Islam bukan hanya pada nama tetapi juga pada tutur kata, pada tindak-tanduk dan amalan juga pada kehidupan sehari-hari. Celupan Allah yang menghiasi jata diri dan mewarnakan corak hidup kita. Tanpanya, alangkah ruginya manusia. Hidup tanpa panduan dan jalan yang benar. Hidup tanpa matlamat yang hakiki. Hidup yang sia-sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- cetusan tatkala keresahan jiwa melanda -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2356950396640543083?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2356950396640543083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2356950396640543083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2356950396640543083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2356950396640543083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/06/celupan-allah.html' title='Celupan Allah'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-347819569902141720</id><published>2008-06-14T00:03:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:01:57.925+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tazkirah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Renungan Untuk Diri</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Perbualan dengan mama semalam:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Erm &lt;em&gt;block 4&lt;/em&gt; ni, Along sibuk sikit. Jadual &lt;em&gt;packed&lt;/em&gt;. Kelas ade sampai hari Sabtu. Tu yang buat Along telefon lambat sikit"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Takpe, kan memang macam tu belajar &lt;em&gt;medic&lt;/em&gt;. Along &lt;em&gt;expect&lt;/em&gt; tak, akan sibuk macam ni belajar &lt;em&gt;medic&lt;/em&gt; sebelum ni?"kata mama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Tak juga. Ingatkan lagi sibuk. Dulu masuk kat INTEC, &lt;em&gt;lecturer&lt;/em&gt; selalu cakap nanti tak cukup tidur, &lt;em&gt;stress&lt;/em&gt; memanjang. Ok je, cukup je tidur. &lt;em&gt;Still&lt;/em&gt; boleh tidur 6-8 jam."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ok la tu. Along masak tak?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Busy&lt;/em&gt; sikit la mama. Tak sempat nak masak. &lt;em&gt;Delivery&lt;/em&gt; je dari kedai."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ala, masak yang &lt;em&gt;simple&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;simple&lt;/em&gt; kan boleh? Goreng ayam, lepas tu masak sayur sikit."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Takde masa la ma. Kalau masak nanti, dah ambil masa. Nak kejar dengan study pulak. Hehe, kalau dah namanya malas nak masak, memang macam-macam alasan bagi."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apa yang boleh disimpulkan? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, tentang tanggungjawab. Walaupun sibuk macam mana sekalipun itu tak menjadi batu penghalang untuk melaksanakan kewajipan sebagai anak. Telefon ibu bapa apabila berkesempatan dan jika boleh dilakukan dengan kerap. Apa salahnya berkorban sedikit duit untuk memberitahu perkhabaran kepada orang tua yang tertanya-tanya tentang kita. Dan saya akui, sepanjang berada di luar negara, acapkali saya yang menelefon keluarga dan bukan sebaliknya. Tidak kisah untuk berbelanja beratus-ratus rupee untuk satu panggilan yang dapat memadamkan kerinduan terhadap keluarga. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kedua, tentang pelajaran. Harus sentiasa menjadi keutamaan. Dan sememangnya keutamaan yang paling penting pada ketika ini. Waktu yang kritikal dalam hidup kerana kala inilah yang akan menentukan masa depan. Sibukkan diri dengan soal pelajaran untuk menghindari perkara-perkara yang sia-sia atau yang mungkin menjerumuskan kita ke lembah maksiat. Juga melaksanakan amanah yang dipikulkan oleh penaja yang telah bersusah-payah membiayai pengajian. &lt;em&gt;Indirectly&lt;/em&gt;, amanah dari rakyat (melalui cukai pendapatan).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ketiga, mungkin hanya relevan untuk diri sendiri. Perbaiki&lt;em&gt; skill&lt;/em&gt; memasak. Walaupun &lt;em&gt;simple&lt;/em&gt; sekalipun haruslah meningkatkan kekerapan memasak. Memasak sebenarnya dapat mengurangkan &lt;em&gt;stress&lt;/em&gt;. Bagi sesetengah orang, memasak mungkin menambahkan lagi &lt;em&gt;stress&lt;/em&gt; tetapi itu tidak berlaku kepada saya. Tambahan lagi, kualiti makanan adalah terjamin dan kita dapat memasak makanan mengikut selera kita. Apatah lagi memasak untuk kuantiti yang banyak untuk dikongsi bersama-sama orang lain. Mengeratkan ukhuwah yang sedia ada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keempat, rehat yang mencukupi. Belajar bidang perubatan seringkali disinonimkan dengan jadual waktu yang padat, waktu rehat yang sedikit dan tidur yan kurang mencukupi. Ada benarnya tetapi masih kurang tepat. Mungkin juga disebabkan belajar di MMMC, banyak perkara yang sebenarnya 'memanjakan' diri. Masih nak bermain-main dalam bidang ini&lt;em&gt;? I don't think it's a right idea&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Life is never easy but we can ease our life -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-347819569902141720?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/347819569902141720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=347819569902141720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/347819569902141720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/347819569902141720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/06/renungan-untuk-diri.html' title='Renungan Untuk Diri'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-5159392954146804441</id><published>2008-06-07T15:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:41:58.562+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Post Practical Exam</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, first and foremost I would dedicate my gratitude to Him for ease the examination for me. Although I think I did not do it well, I hope I have done the best that I could. Hmmm.. still lots of thing I need to learn. All my clinical performances I did with clumsiness. It's whether I forget to sterilize the area or I forget to wash my hands and wear gloves. Oh, not to forget I connect the catheter wrongly to the urine bag till the lecturer said 'What are you doing?' loudly to me. Everyone looked at me and asking me what happened during that time. And my suturing performance is really bad. I don't have enough time to finish it. Hmmm...I'm not worried about my marks but I really worried if I cannot do it correctly in real situation. I felt really nervous when performed it. I need to practise more if I want to master the skill. And I also need to stay calm and focus. I'm confident that I can do it better in future. It's just the beginning. Nobody is perfect. And learnt from your mistakes is the best way to improve yourself. You never know in future. You maybe clumsy, easily distracted and shaky when you do it for the first time but as time passed by you managed to overcome it. Being a doctor is not you get good marks in theory examination only but also your other skills. I'm not hoping I get good marks but I hope that I can learn more than that. 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/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ertinya : Ya Allah janganlah kamu mengapa-apakanku kerana apa yang disebut oleh mereka, dan ampunkankan daku berkaitan perkara yang mereka tidak ketahui (jadikanlah daku lebih baik dari apa yang mereka sangkakan) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Riwayat Abi Syaibah, no 35703, 7/242 ; At-Tarikh Al-Kabir, 2/58)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* dipetik dari laman web zaharuddin.net&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-501133605292914290?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/501133605292914290/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7336617831559746615</id><published>2008-06-04T17:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:47:57.579+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Post Exam</title><content type='html'>Finishing the theory part for Block 3 examination.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting the practical part taking place.&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't finish my journals yet.&lt;br /&gt;Bad habit!&lt;br /&gt;Wait till eleventh hour to do all that, and all that I get is tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just can't wait to end this.&lt;br /&gt;Must start cooking again!&lt;br /&gt;(Exam period is the season where I abandoned the kitchen, don't care about anything except books.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2976508874584006250</id><published>2008-06-02T07:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:01:03.856+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Quran</title><content type='html'>Make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QURAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;SPRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;LIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DISPELLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ERASER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of your anxiety and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* thanks ukhti Nurani for a wonderful SMS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2976508874584006250?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2976508874584006250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2976508874584006250&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2976508874584006250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2976508874584006250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/06/make-quran-spring-of-your-heart-light.html' title='Quran'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-8745457140817174731</id><published>2008-06-01T00:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:55:42.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Syukur...hanya di hujung lidah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bagaimana cara yang sebenarnya utk kita menyatakan kesyukuran?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cukup dengan Alhamdulillah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lidah mudah menuturkan tetapi adakah hati membenarkan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syukran...terima kasih...alhamdulillah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bukan sekadar ungkapan di bibir tetapi membawa maksud yang lebih dari itu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apalagi dalam menyatakan kesyukuran kepada-Nya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iman...'hadiah' terindah yang dianugerahkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cukupkah hanya dengan mengucapkan syukur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suburkan iman juga cara utk bersyukur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seperti pohon yang memerlukan siraman air dan jagaan rapi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;begitu juga iman yang perlu kepada 'pembajaan'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kala dikurniakan apa yang kita inginkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;istiqamahkah rasa syukur itu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atau bermain-main di bibir saat-saat permulaan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kemudian rasa itu semakin luput&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dek apa yang dihajati telah didapati&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jadi...syukur itu adakah sementara fungsinya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;berterima kasih atas pemberian tetapi lupa pada Pemberi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kenapa nilai syukur lekang dalam kehidupan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seolah-olah tidak mengenang budi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seperti kacang lupakan kulit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mahukah menjadi hamba yang sebegitu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bersungguh-sungguh meminta daripada-Nya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dan kemudian melupakan Dia apabila hajat telah dipenuhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sungguh tidak malu! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bagaimana mahu bersyukur?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syukur dengan lidah mudah saja dilakukan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ucapkanlah Alhamdulillah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syukur dengan perbuatan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laksanakan perintah-Nya, jauhkan diri dari kemurkaan-Nya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sekalipun Dia Maha Pemurah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;janganlah menggunakan alasan untuk menidakkan syukur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bukan mudah membuktikan kesyukuran dengan perbuatan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hanya mereka yang sabar dan ikhlas mampu melakukan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syukur dengan hati?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adakah dengan 'memaksa' hati untuk bersyukur?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ikhlaskah jika melakukan sedemikian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cukupkah dengan bermonolog dalam hati, 'aku bersyukur pada-Mu ya Allah'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nilai syukur terlalu tinggi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tidak cukup sekadar dengan ucapan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perlulah diiringi dengan ketaqwaan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syukur pada 'hadiah'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juga pada Pemberi 'hadiah'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dan (ingatlah) ketika Tuhan kamu memberitahu: Demi sesungguhnya! Jika kamu bersyukur nescaya Aku akan tambahi nikmatKu kepada kamu dan demi sesungguhnya, jika kamu kufur ingkar sesungguhnya azabKu amatlah keras. (Ibrahim:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-8745457140817174731?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8745457140817174731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=8745457140817174731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8745457140817174731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8745457140817174731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/06/bagaimana-cara-yang-sebenarnya-utk-kita.html' title='Syukur...hanya di hujung lidah?'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2615545155853118866</id><published>2008-05-18T21:06:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:41:58.408+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tazkirah'/><title type='text'>Basuh Kain, Dosa dan Taubat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SDLL4GvwZoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wrjImgDHNko/s1600-h/launder_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202444684310374018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SDLL4GvwZoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wrjImgDHNko/s320/launder_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya sangat suka membasuh pakaian sendiri. Bukan menggunakan khidmat mesin basuh tetapi menggunakan TANGAN. Ye, mencuci kain baju secara manual. Pelik? Mungkin ramai yang beranggapan sedemikian jika saya menyatakan. &lt;em&gt;Ada ke lagi orang membasuh baju dengan tangan pada zaman teknologi sebegini&lt;/em&gt;? Bukankah lebih senang, mudah dan cepat jika membiarkan saja mesin basuh melakukannya? Tak perlu bersusah payah. Atau boleh sahaja menghantar ke kedai dobi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apa yang seronoknya basuh baju secara manual? Macam buang masa je sedangkan ia boleh diselesaikan dalam masa yang singkat. Apa faedah yang saya dapat? Tangan pun boleh kering kalau hari-hari terkena serbuk pencuci. Bak istilah dalam &lt;em&gt;Forensic&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Medicine, &lt;/em&gt;"washerwomen's hand" iaitu istilah yang digunakan untuk menggambarkan keadaan tangan orang yang mati lemas (&lt;em&gt;bleached, wrinkled and soddened&lt;/em&gt;). Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Membasuh baju tanpa bantuan mesin sebenarnya mendatangkan kepuasan tersendiri. Kita tahu bahagian mana pada pakaian kita terdapat kesan yang perlu disental dengan lebih kuat untuk menanggalkan kotoran. Pakaian tidak rosak dengan cepat dan tahan lebih lama. Kepuasan selepas melihat pakaian yang dijemur selepas dibasuh dapat dirasa. &lt;em&gt;More satisfied!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satu perkara yang saya sentiasa renungkan semasa membasuh baju. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alangkah baiknya jika hati manusia ini dapat dibersihkan seperti mudahnya membasuh baju&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hati yang karat dengan dosa boleh dianalogikan dengan pakaian yang kotor. Apa perasaan kita apabila melihat kesan kotoran pada baju/seluar/kain/tudung? Tentu kita akan cepat-cepat membersihkannya. Apatah lagi kalau terkena kesan kopi/makanan/minyak dan sebagainya yang mungkin agak sedikit sukar untuk dihilangkan (kadang-kadang tak boleh hilang langsung). Kita mahu pakaian kita bersih dan kemas. Dan untuk menghilangkan kesan kotoran degil kita akan gunakan bermacam-macam cara untuk melakukannya. Mungkin menggunakan &lt;em&gt;Clorox&lt;/em&gt;, atau menggunakan &lt;em&gt;Daia &lt;/em&gt;atau apa-apa cara lain yang dapat difikirkan. Kalau kesan itu tak dapat dihilangkan, alamatnya &lt;em&gt;tension&lt;/em&gt; nyaaa!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jadi, mengapa tidak hati dibersihkan sedemikian rupa? Kita sentiasa melakukan dosa-dosa kecil tanpa kita sedari. Hati kita sering terdorong kepada perkara-perkara mazmumah. Mungkin kita bersangka yang bukan-bukan terhadap teman-teman kita. Itu dah menjadi dosa. Kita bersikap tidak jujur dalam urusan seharian. Juga kita berdosa. Kita terlibat dengan perkara-perkara dikira syubhah dalam agama. Bertambah lagi dosa yang tak terlihat. Entiti sebeginilah menyebabkan hati menjadi kotor. Hati yang kotor menjauhkan kita dengan Allah.Kita rasa malas untuk melaksanakan perintah-Nya. Kita sukar menghadirkan rasa khusyuk dalam solat. Kita berdoa sambil lewa. Kita kurang merasa keperluannya kita menjaga diri kita daripada melakukan perbuatan-perbuatan yang &lt;em&gt;fasiq&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati yang selalu mengingati-Nya akan merasakan dirinya kotor. Kotor dengan dosa-dosa yang tak terlihat. Kotor dengan perkara-perkara syubhah yang dilakukan tanpa disedari. Kotor kerana berasa lalai dengan amanah dan tanggungjawab. Orang yang mempunyai sifat sebegini akan sentiasa cuba 'membersihkan' hatinya. Padanya, kehidupan ini hanyalah sebagai jambatan kepada Hari Akhirat. Dia akan berusaha menjaga diri daripada terlontar ke lembah yang boleh merosakkan dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana seharusnya hati 'dibersihkan'? Allah telah menggariskan bermacam-macam panduan untuk manusia menjalani kehidupan di dunia. Makan rezeki dari sumber yang haram/syubhah patut dielakkan sama sekali. Kerana inilah salah satu penyumbang kerosakan hati. Hindari daripada melakukan perkara-perkara yang makruh. Apatah lagi perkara-perkara yang sudah terang lagi bersuluh telah dinyatakan dalam Al-Quran sebagai haram. Hal ini disebabkan akan menyebabkan hati menjadi jauh dari-Nya. Sentiasa berzikir kerana zikir itu pembersih jiwa. Berpuasa sunat dijadikan rutin agar nafsu dapat dikawal denan sebaik-baiknya. Solat-solat sunat seperti solat sunat taubat yang dijadikan sebagai sebahagian daripada amalan dapat 'menyental' kesan-kesan dosa dalam hati. Jangan biarkan diri bergelumang dengan kemungkaran kerana kita tidak mengetahui bila nyawa kita akan diambil. Sentiasalah berharap kepada-Nya agar kita dijauhkan daripada perkara-perkara yang boleh merosakkan hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Basuhlah hati anda dengan rasa keinsafan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2615545155853118866?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2615545155853118866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2615545155853118866&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2615545155853118866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2615545155853118866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/05/basuh-kain-dosa-dan-taubat.html' title='Basuh Kain, Dosa dan Taubat'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SDLL4GvwZoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wrjImgDHNko/s72-c/launder_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-1785108638216499946</id><published>2008-05-12T20:35:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:41:58.991+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Comparison of My Character With Anime Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's just for fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe the tests have some points but they do not necessary represent my characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Sailormoon character are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SChddGvwZmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A-JK9XNMJRo/s1600-h/ami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199508524407744098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SChddGvwZmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A-JK9XNMJRo/s320/ami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are very intelligent and love to read books, you are shy and quiet in public but when you're with your friends you become the true you. You always want the best for everyone and would never be mean, you are kind hearted and always helping those who want your help. Your dream is to be a doctor or something alike. Be proud! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which Ouran High School Host Club Character Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199509306091791986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SCheKmvwZnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7r39Q9BqEaI/s320/haruhi.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are Haruhi. You are a straight forward and the prickly minded of the Host Club. Although your independent and simple personality clashes with the much more outgoing hosts', you cares for each of them deeply and enjoys being a host. You are also skilled at household chores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source: Facebook tests&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-1785108638216499946?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1785108638216499946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=1785108638216499946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1785108638216499946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1785108638216499946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/05/comparison-of-my-character-with-anime.html' title='Comparison of My Character With Anime Character'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SChddGvwZmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A-JK9XNMJRo/s72-c/ami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-1035631735736834740</id><published>2008-05-12T20:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:41:59.234+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SChbhWvwZlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CQwVXjni088/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199506398398932562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SChbhWvwZlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CQwVXjni088/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Mother's Day, mama!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for not sending anything for you but I always pray that you're always happy and healthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pray so that you become a good Muslimah, a great wife and a loving mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing can exchange for your love that you have showered and sacrifice that you have made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're a good listener and great companion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May Allah bless you here and Hereafter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I missed you a lot....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-1035631735736834740?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1035631735736834740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=1035631735736834740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1035631735736834740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1035631735736834740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-mama-sorry-for-not.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SChbhWvwZlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CQwVXjni088/s72-c/IMG_0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7329061017826991829</id><published>2008-05-06T18:09:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:41:59.726+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>MSP accomplished!!</title><content type='html'>The end of the MSP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a huge relief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm counting for the presentation day to come and after several hurdles which coming in our way, 6th May has been choosen for the Poster Presentation Day of Mentored Student Project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589966939635794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SCUaCBhYwFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/drHQD9ok_Nk/s200/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;proudly me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The event started at 8 a.m. and rolled up its curtain at 5 p.m.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Counselling Hall of manipal.edu building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198591985574264930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SCUb3hhYwGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7xypMFOPmnw/s320/DSCN0264(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;manipal.edu Building&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My group consists of three people that include me, Debbie and Hamizah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198599884019122290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SCUjDRhYwHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u4u2AWSV3Aw/s320/n514878146_440169_3282.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;same theme with poster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our topic for this project is about yoga. Why we choose yoga? To be frank, first and foremost we do not agree with the topic proposed by our mentor. Since it is our project, we do think that we have the right to select it our own. Secondly, we want to play safe. Yoga provides more accesible information compared other topics (I guess so). Thirdly, we hardly have free time to do intensive study on difficult topics (hmm..yoga still a difficult task to carry out) since our course is really packed. So, we choose our study on yoga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our topic: A Study on the Background of Yoga and the Level of Awareness Among Medical Student&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh...what a long header!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well and lecturers seem like the overall event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Comment from lecturers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good job!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice work!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a professional presentation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I do think those comments are too bland (I really wanted real critics). But anyway, I'm really grateful that our work appreciated by lecturers. It may be just a simple research but from this we learnt a lot about how to do research.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It seems everyone work hard for the project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some posters which attract me : Evans syndrome, Medical Negligence, Echocardiography, CathLab (don't have their pictures, unfortunately)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh...the most favourite topic chosen by Batch 19 students is breast cancer. 4 groups chose it as their study field (I wonder why??). Luckily, every group discuss in different aspects.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Besides lecturers, our fellow senior and juniors also dropped by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's tiring but it was a really great experience. Looking forward to do my own research in future!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p/s: I think I should give some view about my study on yoga. Maybe next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-7329061017826991829?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7329061017826991829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7329061017826991829&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7329061017826991829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7329061017826991829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/05/msp-accomplished.html' title='MSP accomplished!!'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SCUaCBhYwFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/drHQD9ok_Nk/s72-c/DSC00060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-1843307120374406008</id><published>2008-05-05T18:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:08:52.816+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>This Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Schedule for this week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday - &lt;em&gt;Mentored Student Project Poster Presentation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday - Extra class from 8 am to 9 am for Microbiology&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday - Problem Based Learning for Pathology&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday - Self Directed Learning for Pharmacology&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday - First gathering of all usrah's group here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday - Iqra' (learn on how to recite Al-Quran accordingly) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**a hectic life for a week**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-1843307120374406008?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1843307120374406008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=1843307120374406008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1843307120374406008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1843307120374406008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-week.html' title='This Week...'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-1232346208026734359</id><published>2008-05-04T18:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:13:36.454+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Sekeping Hati Bersuara</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hati bergejolak mahu menulis tetapi tidak tahu apa yang mahu diperkatakan. Takut-takut mengambil masa yang terlalu panjang sehingga mengganggu jadual belajar. Tetapi hati mendesak untuk mengeluarkan apa yang terbuku dalam isi hati. Apa yang tak kenanya? Apa yang meresahkan jiwa? Entahlah...selalu juga tidak bertemu jawapannya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mungkin juga persoalan hidup di sini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mungkin masalah kebejatan akhlak yang semakin serius di Manipal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IYA yang pernah 'ditegur' kerana bersikap pasif. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usrah yang tidak menampakkan matlamatnya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ukhuwah dengan simpulan yang rapuh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekangan masa yang adakalanya keterlaluan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di manakah silapnya? Apa yang kurangnya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cabaran besar yang perlu dilalui apabila diri sendiri diletakkan dalam posisi yang besar amanahnya dan semua mata pasti menilai diri dengan posisi tersebut. Segala tindak-tanduk dan tutur kata akan menjadi perhatian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hati mengatakan diri tidak layak. Belum cukup sempurna ilmu yang ada. Masih mencari-cari. Masih lagi belajar. Masih mengharap kepada dorongan daripada yang lebih berkelayakan. Belum layak digelar  naqibah. Belum cukup mantap untuk mendukung usaha dakwah. Namun, tanggungjawab tetap tanggungjawab. Biar sesusah mana, biarpun ilmu masih cetek, biarpun ketandusan teman-teman sefikrah, biar terpaksa berkorban masa, wang dan tenaga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hati ini merindui teman-teman kejauhan yang selalu mengingatkan diri ini. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pada Dia aku mengadu. Pada Yang Maha Esa aku memohon kekuatan. Kekuatan agar tidak tergelincir dari landasan yang ditetapkan-Nya. Berdoa agar dipermudahkan jalan dan diringankan beban.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sukar berhadapan dengan individu-individu yang tidak mahu menerima walaupun sang pemberi telah bersedia. Komitmen belajar lebih penting daripada peringatan, kata mereka. Benarkah begitu? Atau silap sendiri yang mahu usrah secara serius? Atau perlu melakukan&lt;em&gt; promotion&lt;/em&gt; yang lebih menarik? Atau perlu mengikut rentak mereka?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di mana permulaannya? Ke mana pengakhirannya? Soalan yang perlu diungkapkan agar matlamat lebih jelas. Supaya visi mudah dicapai. Agar tahu arah tujuan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenapa mahu berusrah? Lontaran soalan yang berulang-ulang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inilah proses tarbiah. Didikan hati agar tidak layu. Siraman jiwa agar ia tumbuh segar. Saling mengingatkan. Saling berkongsi cerita dan pengalaman. Saling menampung kekurangan. Menambahkan persefahaman. Mengeratkan perhubungan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan soalan itu bergema kembali. Layakkah digelar dai'e?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-1232346208026734359?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1232346208026734359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=1232346208026734359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1232346208026734359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1232346208026734359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/05/sekeping-hati-bersuara.html' title='Sekeping Hati Bersuara'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3369015686981238492</id><published>2008-04-27T20:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:26:38.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Saiful Nisa'</title><content type='html'>"Saya nak korang semua beri satu nama untuk kumpulan usrah ini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nama apa ye nak letak?Tak terfikir pulak nak letak nama untuk usrah ni. Kalau dalam bahasa Arab lagi best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suka nama bunga tak?Letak nama mawar as nama usrah ni.Wardah.Nak lagi best boleh letak Wardatul Islam, yang bermaksud mawar Islam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ke. Mana tahu ade orang tak suka bunga pulak."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh,suka...suka. Tak kisah pun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Takpun letak nama Saiful Nisa',"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm...sedap juga. Bolehla, Saiful Nisa'...pedang wanita"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah...moga-moga kalian semua menjadi pedang yang berjuang untuk Islam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Macam nama nak dekat Saifulislam je. Hehe...tak tiru tau"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Bermulalah era Saiful Nisa' dalam pembentukan sebagai mujahidah. Moga-moga Allah menetapkan hati-hati kami pada jalan-Nya. Mudah-mudahan nama ini menjadi peniup semangat untuk berhalaqah. Semoga dapat manfaat semasa berusrah. Doa kami agar kami, 'pedang yang tumpul' ini akan menjadi pedang yang tajam dan bersinar untuk kegemilangan Islam pada masa akan datang...Insha-Allah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3369015686981238492?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3369015686981238492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3369015686981238492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3369015686981238492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3369015686981238492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/04/saiful-nisa.html' title='Saiful Nisa&apos;'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-5855385908145895470</id><published>2008-04-23T21:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:07:30.111+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>During Pathology Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dean said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can have big heart poetically but you should not have big heart anatomically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big heart (poetically) = kind, generous, etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big heart (anatomically) = left ventricular hypertrophy (it's not a good sign to your health)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-5855385908145895470?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5855385908145895470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=5855385908145895470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5855385908145895470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5855385908145895470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/04/during-pathology-class.html' title='During Pathology Class'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2671293718258023340</id><published>2008-04-16T22:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:57:41.677+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipal'/><title type='text'>Summer of Manipal</title><content type='html'>Intense summer. That is the most suitable word to describe the condition in Manipal right now. It is really hot nowadays. 39°C. Even higher compared with normal human body temperature. It is better to stay at home. Hot, dry, dusty...I don't think any people can stand for this kind of weather (never mind the locals; they can withstand the weather). You walk outside for 5-10 minutes and you will feel dehydrate. You will go for cotton material for your clothes. You will hoping that rain will come to cool down the atmosphere. You wish that you can wear anything as minimum as possible. You will use the umbrella yet you think it's just not enough. You will get heat stroke if you play outside too much. You will feel the tiredness during the mid-day and just want to lay down on your bed. You don't need your blanket or comforter when you are sleeping. You switch on the fan to the maximum yet still complaining it is just too hot. You will go to the places which are air-conditioned (namely library). You will crave for iced drink and ice cream. You are happy because your laundry dried up so fast but you need to change your clothes much more frequent (it is compensated anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining season will come soon anyway and during that time how you wish for the sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2671293718258023340?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2671293718258023340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2671293718258023340&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2671293718258023340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2671293718258023340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-of-manipal.html' title='Summer of Manipal'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-6226842491174930785</id><published>2008-04-06T10:24:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:42:00.879+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Europe Trip 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rindu. Jari-jari ini sepurnama lamanya tidak menari-nari memainkan irama di atas keyboard. Niat untuk meng&lt;em&gt;update&lt;/em&gt; blog sentiasa tertangguh. Ada sahaja halangannya. Sebulan laman ini terbiar sepi. Dek kerana cuti dan kembara ke Eropah sepanjang percutian tidak memungkinkan blog ini 'hidup'. Terasa keghairahan 'menulis' blog semakin menurun. Mungkin sahaja disebabkan bermulanya Blok III tahun kedua yang menuntut perhatian yang lebih. Ditambah pula baki &lt;em&gt;Mentored Student Project &lt;/em&gt;yang perlu disiapkan secepat yang mungkin agar tidak menjadi beban di kemudian hari. Lelah. Belum sempat bernafas, minggu ini diasak dengan kelas-kelas yang tak pernah putus-putus. Tiada masa untuk bersukaria. Untuk berkongsi pengalaman perjalanan ke tanah Inggeris bersama-sama teman-teman pun terselit di antara waktu rehat. 'Kembali ke dunia realiti, meninggalkan dunia fantasi' itulah tema yang bermain-main di bibir. Realiti sebagai pelajar perubatan bertemankan kuliah, ulangkaji, nota dan sebagainya. Fantasi berada di bumi Eropah yang perlu ditinggalkan. Bercuti, bercuti juga tetapi jangan sampai lupa diri. Tujuan bercuti pun untuk merehatkan minda agar lebih bersemangat untuk menghadapi Blok III ini. Ingin sahaja melakarkan blog tentang percutian ke Eropah. Tapi rasanya tak perlulah menceritakan ke mana kaki ini berpijak dan tempat yang dilawati secara terperinci, cukuplah dengan gambar-gambar yang telah di&lt;em&gt;upload &lt;/em&gt;dalam laman fotopages. Kita berbicara soal kembara dari sudut yang berlainan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Melihat 'dunia' lain. Ya, berpijak di benua Eropah meninggalkan kesan yang tak mungkin luput di ingatan. Keseronokan yang dirasai tidak sama dengan perasaan yang dialami ketika menjelajah utara India. Tentu sahaja berbeza. Perjalanan bermula dari lapangan kapal terbang di Bangalore, transit di Dubai dan mendarat di Manchester mengambil masa selama 12 jam. Mujur sahaja ada transit. Jika tidak, peluang untuk mengalami &lt;em&gt;venous thrombosis &lt;/em&gt;sangat tinggi lantaran kaki tetap dan tidak bergerak-gerak untuk jangka masa yang lama. Manchester. "Itulah &lt;em&gt;port &lt;/em&gt;kita" kata temanku yang menguruskan perjalanan kami bertujuh. Kenapa Manchester? Itulah destinasi yang tiketnya boleh didapati dengan murah. Hanya Rs31813 pergi balik. Manchester pun menjadi pilihan kami. Berkampung selama 4 hari di Rusholme berdekatan The Curry Mile benar-benar meninggalkan pengalaman menarik. Mana mungkin lupa saat terindah tatkala menuntut hadiah hari lahir daripada teman-teman seperjalanan di Old Trafford. Hadiah sempena ulangtahun kelahiran ke-22.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186089651909225810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R_ixD7Ng7VI/AAAAAAAAADw/JFOkyCUCqTs/s200/IMG_1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream comes true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186090923219545442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R_iyN7Ng7WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tsp8jGhkWTE/s200/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;32 - pemain kegemaran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186097168101993858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R_i35bNg7YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/drQ67sMBO1Q/s200/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;pasukan yang menjadi pilihan hati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Langkah semakin panjang. Ke selatan singgah di Nottingham dan dua hari kemudian berada di Liverpool sebelum berangkat ke Paris, Perancis. Berjumpa dengan teman-teman lama di Nottingham mengingatkan semula sedikit sebanyak kenangan di INTEC. Masih seperti dulu. Tidak banyak yang berubah. Mungkin juga cara berfikir dan berinteraksi yang mungkin berbeza jika dibandingkan dua tahun lepas. Paris meninggalkan satu kenangan yang sukar dilupakan. Bagaimana kami berenam tersesat di sebuah stesen kereta api dan mujur seorang wanita Muslim dalam usia pertengahan bersungguh-sungguh mahu membantu kami agar dapat sampai ke destinasi yang sepatutnya. Ibarat ayam bercakap dengan itik, itulah perumpamaan komunikasi kami. Wanita itu tidak tahu berbahasa Inggeris manakala kami tidak mahir bertutur dalam bahasa Perancis. Saling membuat isyarat dengan tangan dan tulisan akhirnya kami sedikit menangkap apa yang cuba disampaikannya. Dia mempelawa kami pergi ke rumahnya tetapi kami terpaksa menolak memandangkan kami perlu berkejar ke hotel untuk &lt;em&gt;check in. &lt;/em&gt;Kami berterima kasih atas pertolongannya itu. Allah sahaja dapat membalas jasanya. Terasa ukhuwah Islam yang hangat di bumi Paris. Bila sahaja kami berjalan-jalan kedengaran salam diberikan. Adakalanya kami tidak mengetahui dari mana salam itu kedengaran. &lt;em&gt;Jawab dalam hati je la.&lt;/em&gt; Hmm..adakah keadaan yang sama berlaku di Malaysia?TIDAK. Kerana kita lebih senang menggunakan hai berbanding Assalamualaikum. Petang itu, kami menuju ke Eiffel Tower sebagai destinasi pertama kami. &lt;em&gt;Awak tak sempat naik Eiffel Tower la Damia. Kena beratur panjang. Kalau nak naik, kita sepatutnya pergi awal-awal sikit.&lt;/em&gt; Sedikit kecewa. Tak mengapalah bukan rezeki nak naik Eiffel Tower memandangkan aku perlu berkejar ke lapangan terbang Orly Sud pada lewat petang. Penerbangan ke Prague tidak harus terlepas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bumi Paris ditinggalkan setelah berjaya menjejakkan kaki ke Eiffel Tower. Setelah bergambar lebih kurang kami berpisah. Rakan-rakan yang lain menuju je Patheon dan mereka perlu berhenti di stesen Notre Dame dan aku pula menuju ke stesen Antony. Dipendekkan cerita, aku tiba di lapangan terbang Ruzyne sedikit lewat daripada jadual asal. Gara-gara seorang penumpang yang tiada tempat untuk duduk walaupun memiliki tiket! Disambut oleh teman serumah di INTEC, dan tiba di rumahnya hampir jam 11, aku kelelahan. Tiga hari lepas di Nottingham, dua hari lepas di Liverpool, semalam di Paris dan hari ini di Prague tentu sahaja aku kehabisan tenaga. Lenguh satu badan berjalan tidak berhenti-henti. Padahnya keesokan harinya, hampir separuh hari dihabiskan di atas katil. Mujur juga tidak ke mana-mana pada hari itu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Menghabiskan beberapa hari berjalan-jalan di sekitar Prague sambil ditemani Mutia sebelum melabuhkan diri ke Hradec Kralove bersama-sama Nabilah Hanis sememangnya menjadi kenangan yang indah. Aah...alangkah rindunya zaman-zaman semasa berada di INTEC. Alhamdulillah misi menjejakkan kaki ke bumi Republik Czech tertunai sudah sejak sekian lama. &lt;em&gt;Ni yang untung kalau datang sorang-sorang, ramai kawan yang boleh belanja makan. &lt;/em&gt;Aku tersenyum mendengar kenyataan itu. Apalagi makan aiskrim pada musim sedingin itu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tiba saat untuk terbang ke London setelah seminggu berada di bumi Bohemia. Perjalanan selama 2 jam terasa meletihkan. Tambahan lagi, bas yang sepatutnya berhenti di Oxford Street tidak seperti yang difikirkan. Terlajak sehingga ke Victoria Station, teman seperjalanan yang telah berada di London sejak dua hari lepas cepat-cepat dihubungi. Hampir panik dibuatnya. Mujur sahaja dapat berjumpa semula. Malam itu, aku keseorangan di Malaysian Hall memandangkan rakan-rakan lain berpindah ke MARA House. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Menonton Wicked, membeli-belah di Oxford Street, menaiki &lt;em&gt;cruise&lt;/em&gt; di sepanjang Sungai Thames sambil menyaksikan keindahan Tower Bridge pada waktu malam yang mengasyikkan, berjalan-jalan di Trafalgar Square....memang memenatkan tetapi kegembiraan yang terselinap menghilangkan rasa penat yang menghurung setiap inci badan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Destinasi terakhir kami; Ireland. Yang paling ditunggu-tunggu oleh sekian ramai. Berbanding diriku yang menjadikan Republik Czech sebagai destinasi prioriti. Hampir setiap tempat yang dikunjungi, perkara-perkara yang sama sahaja yang dilakukan. Membeli-belah, berjumpa teman-teman lama, makan-makan, bersiar-siar di tempat-tempat menjadi tarikan dan seumpamanya. Ada satu tempat yang dikunjungi yang paling menarik hati. Di mana di situ terdapat Al-Quran manuskrip lama yang menjadi bahan pameran. Masha-Allah...indah sekali. Chester Beatty Library, lebih dari sekadar berfungsi sebagai perpustakaan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dan sepanjang perjalanan tersebut terlalu banyak pengalaman yang dikutip. Nilai ukhuwah yang tinggi, elemen kasih sayang dan rasa cukup apa yang ada menjadikan kembara ini bukan bersifat pelancongan semata-mata. &lt;em&gt;Ibrah&lt;/em&gt; yang berharga diambil dan dijadikan pegangan. Bumi Allah itu sememangnya luas. Pepatah 'jauh perjalanan luas pemandangan' membenarkan jua. Moga kesempatan akan datang, akan digunakan sebaik-baiknya berjalan-jalan di bumi ciptaan-Nya sambil memikirkan kebesaran dan keagungan ciptaan-Nya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-6226842491174930785?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6226842491174930785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=6226842491174930785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6226842491174930785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6226842491174930785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/04/europe-trip-2008.html' title='Europe Trip 2008'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R_ixD7Ng7VI/AAAAAAAAADw/JFOkyCUCqTs/s72-c/IMG_1054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3321957102700654676</id><published>2008-03-29T17:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:58:25.994+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>~** C i R c L e **~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Circle means forever..no beginning and no end. Let our good relationship be, not just and endless line but a circle that goes ON and ON for a LIFEtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3321957102700654676?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3321957102700654676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3321957102700654676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3321957102700654676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3321957102700654676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari Dia&lt;br /&gt;Dia yang paling memahami&lt;br /&gt;Dia yang paling dekat&lt;br /&gt;Dia yang sentiasa bersama-samaku&lt;br /&gt;Dia yang mendengar masalahku&lt;br /&gt;Dia yang melihat diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari Dia&lt;br /&gt;Dengan segala kerinduan&lt;br /&gt;Dengan penuh harapan&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rasa rendah diri&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rasa malu&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rasa kerdil&lt;br /&gt;Dengan penuh keinginan hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala hati kekalutan&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala jiwa keresahan&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala rasa kesesakan&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala lemas dengan dugaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuharap aku selalu mencari dia&lt;br /&gt;Walau saat dilanda ribut perasaan&lt;br /&gt;Walau disinari mentari keceriaan&lt;br /&gt;Walau dunia kelam keseorangan&lt;br /&gt;Walau dalam apa jua keadaan&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan sentiasa mencari Dia&lt;div 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Air mata dan suara mama jadi peneman. Namun tatkala membaca ayat-ayat-ayatNya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..sesungguhnya pertolongan Allah amat dekat &lt;/em&gt;[2:214]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan sungguh Kami benar-benar menguji kamu sehingga Kami mengetahui orang-orang yan benar-benar berjihad dan bersabar di antara kamu dan Kami akan uji perihal kamu &lt;/em&gt;[47:31]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boleh jadi kamu membenci sesuatu, padahal ia amat baik bagimu, dan boleh jadi [pula] kamu menyukai sesuatu, padahal ia amat buruk bagimu; Allah mengetahui, sedang kamu tidak mengetahui. &lt;/em&gt;[2:216]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan terima kasih kepada Kak Fid atas tazkirah yang dipetik dari buku La Tahzan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENGAPA HARUS BERSEDIH JIKA ANDA MEMILIKI 6 FORMULA?&lt;br /&gt;1)Percaya sepenuhya kepada Allah&lt;br /&gt;2)Kesedaranku bahawa semua yg telah Allah takdirkan akan terjadi&lt;br /&gt;3)Sabar adalah senjata terbaik yg mesti dipergunakan oleh org2 yg sedang mendapat ujian&lt;br /&gt;4) Jika saya tidak bersikap sabar, lalu apa lg yg boleh saya lakukan? Dan kesedihan tidak akan boleh membantuku&lt;br /&gt;5) Mungkin saja saya akan berada dlm keadaan yg lebih buruk daripada keadaan saya sekarang ini&lt;br /&gt;6) Dari semasa ke semasa jalan keluar akan terus terbuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih kerana mengingatkan saya walaupun Kak Fid tak tahu apa yang terjadi sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Dia Yang Maha Mengetahui~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-7872375244339415455?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7872375244339415455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7872375244339415455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just another day to let by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just another moment to seek through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just another memory to be remembered &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just another dream to fly away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just another thought that cross the mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farther and farther it goes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left behind the sorrows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitterness faded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anger dissipated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frustration ended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worries are gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fears went by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Troubles will say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never be the same again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistakes do not occur twice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn from the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redo the script for tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regain back the lost hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rewrite the future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebuild the life once again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday passed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken heart will be mend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joys refill the emptiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain is unhurt anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love finally find its way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3458707302818397763?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3458707302818397763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3458707302818397763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3458707302818397763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Unbelievable. It supposed to be the peak of hot weather. Winter but hot and dry. Strange...but according to my lecturer, now is winter season. I knew it winter but aren't it supposed to be cold? But, it's hot here. Really hot. Hmm..seems the weather does not follow the law of nature anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-589934740298435222?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/589934740298435222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=589934740298435222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/589934740298435222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/589934740298435222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/02/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking NEWS!!!'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2061194345953357898</id><published>2008-02-07T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:42:01.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tribute to Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6tD8THkaNI/AAAAAAAAADI/2YdMNkq4BpY/s1600-h/IMG_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164296100913637586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6tD8THkaNI/AAAAAAAAADI/2YdMNkq4BpY/s400/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much for everyone who wish for my birthday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my mum, I'm so sorry for worrying you. How I wish to get a hug and enjoy a special treat that you would prepare for me. To my father, I wish I can become brighter and get good results which will make you proud. How I wish, I complete my studies so that you would not think too much on how to earn enough money for us. I know you are tired. To my siblings (Abang, Amir, Kak Cik, Amin and Adik), I love you all. Thanks for the sms wishing for Along's birthday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dearest bestfriend, I like your message the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearts could only love for a while, Feet could only walk some miles, Clothes won't forever be in style, but having you as my friend is forever worthwile. Happy 22nd birthday, Damia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I would like to share a piece of chocolate-rich cake with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my close friend who put up my birthday wish as his status in YM, I'm really touched.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To all my housemates who celebrated my birthday. Dinner at China Valley, Chocolate Fantasy from Coffee Day and Tiramisu at Piccolo's. A great treat. Plus, a special present: FREE trip to Old Trafford! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164443293737838818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6vJ0DHkaOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UqL3x68euus/s400/IMG_1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For friends who started sending testimonials, cards, smses since few days back, how a wonderful moment I have. Thanks a lot guys!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my halaqah's sisters, I'm surprised all of you remembered my birthday eventhough the intensity for the coming university exam fill the mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To 4 guys sharing a birthday present dedicated to me, it's a lovely present but I'm too old for that stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164935570851270802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R62JiWRekJI/AAAAAAAAADg/yHbD2ByLJXE/s400/IMG_1052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minna...arigato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2061194345953357898?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2061194345953357898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2061194345953357898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2061194345953357898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2061194345953357898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/02/tribute-to-everyone.html' title='Tribute to Everyone'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6tD8THkaNI/AAAAAAAAADI/2YdMNkq4BpY/s72-c/IMG_1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2518276337022699627</id><published>2008-02-07T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:31:55.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Day To Remember</title><content type='html'>'A year older, a step wiser'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 7th February 2008. It's my birthday today. I'm 22 year-old girl(?) already. A girl?Or a woman? Maybe I should say like this '..&lt;em&gt;I'm not a girl, not yet a woman..&lt;/em&gt;'. Well, that's sound much better. I would first and foremost express my gratitude to HIM for give me such a wonderful life. Although I have encountered all the bitterness in my life, I knew that's for my sake. So that my life is not just a mere bland life. The moments He gives the tests, He wants me to be a good Muslimah. A better person on each day that have passed by. A humble and faithful servant. A great daughter. An example as an eldest sister. A friend whom others can depend on. An exceptional wife in future. A loving mother to her children. And I am thankful for His guide. For being born as Muslim. For being a real Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yesterday I've cried because just a small matter. Have I forget what He says? That a Muslim cannot say that he/she has strong faith until He tests him/her. I want things to happen according to my plan but it does not seem to happen the way it should be. So, I cried. I almost forget. And then I turned to His Book. I cried again. This time not because the thing which bothering me but due to my recklessness towards Him. Have I ever forget Al-Baqarah:216? Don't I remember As-Saff:2-3? How can I ever forget the promise made as mentioned in Al-An'am:162?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, haven't change my attitude even a bit. &lt;em&gt;'Learn to control, Damia, you can do it'&lt;/em&gt;. Build up the patience. They are other people behind you. Who support you. Who cherish you. Don't you remember an advice from a friend? '&lt;em&gt;You cannot settle the problems by shedding tears&lt;/em&gt;'. Have you forgot? Your bestfriend says '&lt;em&gt;I know you're strong. You can overcome all this&lt;/em&gt;'. Even if there's no one whom you can talk to, you still have HIM. He never turns you down. It's you who turn Him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the bright side. You never know what will He gives you in future. If it's not in this world, it will probably in Afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile...and all your tears will fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2518276337022699627?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2518276337022699627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2518276337022699627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2518276337022699627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2518276337022699627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day To Remember'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-8746159332575535230</id><published>2008-02-05T19:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:18:40.016+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>A Year Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time flies so fast...only a year left before leaving Manipal. And this, the dates on the arranged schedule which has been announced by Dean yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vacation from 25 August 2008 to 5 October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Comments: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Longest holiday ever (1 month and a half)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Can celebrate Eid-ul Fitr in Malaysia with family ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Last holiday...after that, leaving Manipal already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semester 5 begins on 6 October 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Come back from holiday as the senior most batch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- 6 months left before continuing in MMMC Melaka Campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- It's clinical posting semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Time for 'take revenge' (those trophies are ours,the GREAT batch 19!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semester 5 ends on 28 February 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Finishing the clinical posting exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Busy to pack stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Say farewell to lecturers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Buys lots of sarees!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacation from 1 March 2009 to 22 March 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Probably travelling other parts of India for the last time (hope so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Back to homeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Spend time with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Preparing for the new semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Put braces (?????) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Do something (hehe..himitsu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Semester 6 starts on 23 March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Become the most junior again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Missing Manipal !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-8746159332575535230?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8746159332575535230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=8746159332575535230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8746159332575535230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8746159332575535230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-left.html' title='A Year Left'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-6318715037204313522</id><published>2008-02-05T17:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:53:21.665+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ish..ish..ish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My comment: Melanggar sunatullah...hurmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Embryos created with DNA from 3 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LONDON - British scientists say they have created human embryos containing DNA from two women and a man in a procedure that researchers hope might be used one day to produce embryos free of inherited diseases. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the preliminary research has raised concerns about the possibility of genetically modified babies, the scientists say that the embryos are still only primarily the product of one man and one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are not trying to alter genes, we're just trying to swap a small proportion of the bad ones for some good ones," said Patrick Chinnery, a professor of neurogenetics at Newcastle University involved in the research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research was presented at a scientific conference recently, but has not been peer-reviewed or published in a scientific journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process aims to create healthy embryos for couples to avoid passing on genes carrying diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genes being replaced are the mitochondria, a cell's energy source, which are contained outside the nucleus in a normal female egg. Mistakes in the mitochondria's genetic code can result in serious diseases like muscular dystrophy, epilepsy, strokes and mental retardation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In their research, Chinnery and colleagues used normal embryos created from one man and one woman that had defective mitochondria in the woman's egg. They then transplanted that embryo into an emptied egg donated from a second woman who had healthy mitochondria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research is being funded by the Muscular Dystrophy Campaign, a British charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only trace amounts of a person's genes come from the mitochondria, and experts said it would be incorrect to say that the embryos have three parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of the genes that make you who you are are inside the nucleus," Chinnery said. "We're not going anywhere near that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, 10 such embryos have been created, though they have not been allowed to develop for more than five days. Chinnery hoped that after further experiments in the next few years the process might be available to parents undergoing in-vitro fertilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If successful, this research could give families who might otherwise have a bleak future a chance to avoid some very grave diseases," said Francoise Shenfield, a fertility expert with the European Society of Human Reproduction and Embryology. Shenfield was not connected to the Newcastle University research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar experiments have been conducted in animals in Japan, and has already led to the birth of healthy mice who had their mitochondria genes corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shenfield said that further tests to assess the safety and efficacy of the process were necessary before it could be offered as a potential treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bill to allow the procedure to be regulated as a therapy for couples — once it is proven to work — is expected to be discussed in Britain's House of Commons in March. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-6318715037204313522?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6318715037204313522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=6318715037204313522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6318715037204313522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6318715037204313522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/02/ishishish.html' title='ish..ish..ish..'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3097781924916611046</id><published>2008-02-02T07:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:42:02.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tazkirah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>~ PeRHiaSaN DuNiA (TenTang AuRaT) ~</title><content type='html'>Perjalanan ke Interact Building menuju ke kelas 2c semalam sama seperti perjalanan hari-hari sebelumnya. Melalui jalan yang dipenuhi dengan anjing-anjing liar, melintasi jalan utama yang selalu berdebu dan dilalui lori-lori besar,mengelak najis-najis lembu yang bersepahan di atas jalan, semua itu dah menjadi rutin harianku. Pagi ini tidak terlalu terik. Bunyi hon bersahut-sahutan. Sudah lali di telinga ini. Jalan memang tidak pernah sunyi dengan hon. Sebenarnya, kalau anda berkenderaan di sini, anda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAJIB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; membunyikan hon. Jika diperhatikan kebanyakan kenderaan besar seperti lori dan bas pasti akan terpampang kenyataan '&lt;em&gt;Please horn&lt;/em&gt;' (Ayat yang telah di'sedap'kan sedikit. Bunyi ayat yang betul lagi kasar). Bunyi hon di sini terlalu kuat dan membingitkan. Kalau di Malaysia, membunyikan hon secara berterusan pasti akan menimbulkan kemarahan orang lain. Macam menunjukkan kemarahan. Di India, pemandu-pemandu di sini pasti akan berbalas-balas untuk membunyikan hon. Sudahlah berterusan, kuat pula tu. Tak kisahlah di Manipal, Delhi atau Bangalore, keadaan yang sama akan berlaku. Masa mula-mula tiba di India memang akan rasa tak biasa. Bingit telinga. Pening kepala juga kadang-kadang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, melalut pula. Hendak bercerita perkara lain, cerita pasal hon pula yang keluar. Apa yang hendak diceritakan sebenarnya adalah tentang aurat wanita. Persoalan yang selalu menimbulkan spekulasi dan perdebatan. Persoalan yang boleh mengundang kontroversi. Juga persoalan yang tidak akan sudah dibincangkan. Apa yang ingin dikatakan di sini hanyalah sekadar suatu sudut pandangan. Mungkin siapa-siapa yang mengalami akan merasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Insiden pertama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam, ketika dalam perjalanan ke kelas, aku bertembung dengan rakan sekelasku yang berbangsa Cina. Seorang gadis yang mempunyai lekuk tubuh yang menarik. Dipadankan pula dengan skirt yang agak jarang separas lutut dan blaus berwarna jingga yang mengikut bentuk badannya. Memang cantik. Kami berbalas senyuman sambil meneruskan perjalanan. Aku ingin menyapanya tapi terlihat earphone yang tersangkut di telinganya aku mematikan hasratku. Kami teruskan perjalanan kami walaupun tidak beriringan. Sengaja aku memperlahankan langkahku. Di hadapan, kulihat beberapa pelajar lelaki daripada kolej lain memandang rakanku ini tanpa berkelip. Mereka memandangku juga tapi kembali mengalih pandangan mereka ke arah rakanku ini sekali lagi. Pandangan mata mereka masih tidak lagi lepas. Si gadis tidak perasan dia sedang diperhatikan. Aku tersenyum seketika. Sesetengah orang mungkin berkata, "Dasar lelaki, tak boleh nampak perempuan seksi". Betul, lelaki tidak menjaga pandangan. Mujur sahaja semuanya bukan Islam. Namun di sebalik itu, bukankah perempuan juga patut menjaga dirinya. Pakaian yang mencolok mata sudah tentu akan menarik perhatian lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam telah memberi garis panduan yang sempurna dalam adab-adab berpakaian bagi wanita. Betapa Islam benar-benar memelihara maruah wanita. Lihat sahaja keadaan sekarang. Bukan lelaki sahaja yang ter'seksa' melihat, kami wanita yang menutup aurat dengan sempurna juga berasa malu dengan sesetengah perlakuan kaum sejenis. Adakalanya, yang Melayu dan beragama Islam lebih dahsyat dari teman-teman yang bukan Islam. Berpakaian sopan lagi menutup aurat dapat menyelamatkan wanita daripada fitnah-fitnah yang tidak sepatutnya. Ibarat batu permata yang berkilauan yang dijaga dengan rapi dan dibalut dengan sebaik-baiknya begitulah juga wanita. Bukankah yang tersembunyi lebih indah. Fitrah wanita yang Tuhan ciptakan perlulah dilindungi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahai Nabi, suruhlah isteri-isterimu dan anak-anak perempuanmu serta perempuan-perempuan yang beriman, supaya melabuhkan pakaiannya bagi menutup seluruh tubuhnya (semasa mereka keluar); cara yang demikian lebih sesuai untuk mereka dikenal (sebagai perempuan yang baik-baik) maka dengan itu mereka tidak diganggu dan (ingatlah) Allah adalah Maha Pengampun, lagi Maha Mengasihani.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Al-Ahzab:59]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Insiden kedua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you always look at me?" seorang rakan sekelas perempuan menujukan pertanyaan itu kepada rakan sekelas lelaki yang bukan beragama Islam. "If you look like that to Damia, you must have been slapped already,"tambah rakanku lagi. Aku terkedu sebentar. Kata-katanya itu ada benarnya. Aku sebenarnya agak tegas lebih-lebih lagi dengan rakan-rakan lelaki. Mungkin ada juga yang beranggapan aku ini garang. Biarlah. Daripada aku melayan usikan dan gurauan yang bukan-bukan lebih baik aku buat kerja lain. Atau berdiam diri. Kalau ramah bukan pada tempatnya boleh menimbulkan penyakit hati pula. Dek sikap yang serius inilah aku jarang diganggu oleh rakan lelaki yang bukan beragama Islam yang seorang ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhijab bukan sekadar menutup kepala dan tubuh badan sahaja tetapi juga tingkahlaku dan tutur kata perlu dijaga. Apatah lagi bersuara lembut dan manja. Mungkin secara semulajadi ada sesetengah yang memang bersuara lembut. Memang sukar. Bagaimana untuk berbicara? Khuatir boleh menimbulkan perasaan yang bukan-bukan kepada sang ikhwah yang bertanya. Berhijab tapi masih memanja-manjakan suara masih lagi boleh menjadi fitnah bagi wanita. "Apa ni, itu tak boleh buat, ini tak boleh, apa yang boleh?Macam menyekat hak kebebasan pula." Benarkah begitu? Bagi diri sendiri, aku tak pernah berasa begitu. Wanita perlulah menunjukkan sedikit ketegasan agar diri lebih dihormati. Orang lain (terutamanya lelaki) akan takut untuk berkata yang bukan-bukan. Hanya berkomunikasi untuk perkara-perkara yang penting. Bukan kata-kata kosong dan tidak bertujuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insiden ketiga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damia, why are you wearing socks?Why not just put on the sandals only?Why must you wear the socks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sekadar tersenyum. Jawabku, "Because in Islam a woman need to cover everything except her hands and face." Rasanya tak perlulah aku memberitahu masih ada kekhilafan sama ada perlu memakai stokin atau tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, why don't you just wear the shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe..because I prefer to use sandals. I can move my digits"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Insiden keempat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damia, can I ask you something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes,go on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm...why you wearing this?" (merujuk kepada hand socks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum sempat membuka mulut, rakan di sebelahnya berkata (rakan sekelas lelaki yang berbangsa India), "Aiyo Jayanti, it's because she wants to cover her forearms, right Damia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huhu...yes, you are correct"ujarku pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not like you, baju penuh lubang-lubang" (merujuk kepada belahan di bahagian belakang salwar kameez yang dipakainya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tertawa. Kata-katanya ada benarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihat sahaja, bagaimana sesetengah teman-teman yang belum mendapat hidayah-Nya mengetahui tentang kepentingan aurat dalam Islam. Malunya kalau yang bukan Islam bertanyakan hal sedemikian tetapi diri sendiri belum menjaga aurat dengan sebaik-baiknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan katakanlah kepada perempuan-perempuan yang beriman supaya menyekat pandangan mereka (daripada memandang yang haram), dan memelihara kehormatan (kemaluan) mereka, dan janganlah mereka memperlihatkan perhiasan tubuh mereka kecuali yang zahir daripadanya, dan hendaklah mereka menutup belahan leher baju mereka dengan tudung kepala mereka, dan janganlah mereka memperlihatkan perhiasan tubuh mereka melainkan kepada suami mereka... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[An-Nur:31]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malah cara pemakaian tudung juga menyebabkan seseorang wanita itu mendapat layanan yang sedikit berbeza daripada orang-orang di sekelilingnya. Tudung labuh vs tudung selempang. Yan bukan Islam pun tahu, si pemakai tudung labuh ni mesti &lt;em&gt;devoted&lt;/em&gt; berbanding si pemakai tudung selempang. Orang lain lebih segan dengan yang bertudung labuh. Terfikir juga,tidak hairankah rakan-rakan bukan Islam melihat pelbagai cara bertudung. Mungkin mereka menganggapnya sebagai fesyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6S3SzHkZ_I/AAAAAAAAABY/az2mXZV5e38/s1600-h/taqwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162452606460913650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6S3SzHkZ_I/AAAAAAAAABY/az2mXZV5e38/s400/taqwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4 situasi yang cukup memberikan hikmah betapa pentingnya aurat wanita. Sekalipun nampak kecil, tapi bagi pandanganku banyak memberikan makna. Betapa syariat-Nya bukan bertujuan menyusahkan tetapi menyelamatkan wanita. Tak perlu risau tentang gaya rambut. Tak perlu risau membetul-betulkan baju yang singkat. Islam memudahkan bukan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3097781924916611046?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3097781924916611046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3097781924916611046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3097781924916611046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3097781924916611046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/02/perhiasan-dunia-tentang-aurat.html' title='~ PeRHiaSaN DuNiA (TenTang AuRaT) ~'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6S3SzHkZ_I/AAAAAAAAABY/az2mXZV5e38/s72-c/taqwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-4980118771852881686</id><published>2008-01-31T23:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:39:57.498+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Kawan Bermusim</title><content type='html'>"Perasan tak kita semua berkawan ni bermusim?"tanya seorang teman. Aku memahami ungkapan 'kawan bermusim' tu. Satu istilah yang agak biasa di kalangan kami. Aku pun menjawab, "Kadang-kadang tu memang saya tak join korang buat benda sama-sama. Itu maksudnya saya tak berapa gemar buat perkara tu ataupun saya memang ada kerja lain masa tu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang sukar mempunyai teman-teman yang tak sefikrah dengan kita. Kita dengar nasyid, diorang layan muzik lain. Kita buka web islamik, diorang tengok movie. Kita pergi halaqah, diorang pegi library. Kita pakai skirt labuh, diorang pakai jeans. Bunyi macam diri sendiri je yang baik dan orang lain buat perkara-perkara yang kurang 'islamik'. Mungkin cara hidup yang berbeza disebabkan unsur-unsur yang berlainan mempengaruhi kita. Terpulang pada masing-masing mana yang lebih sesuai dengan diri. Bukan taknak tegur, tapi selalu rasa malu nak tegur. Nak cakap "Eh..kan lagi baik kita buat macam ni macam tu" tapi akhirnya terpendam dalam hati je. "Siapalah aku nak tegur diorang ni" kata-kata yang selalu bermain-main di fikiran. "Aku takdelah sebaik tu. Aku ni 'kaki bola' juga. Turun tahap ke'muslimah'an sejati,"fikiran lain pula menerpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, ini bukan persoalan siapa yang lebih baik, siapa yang kurang baik.Ini persoalan kawan bermusim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan bermusim. Ada masa kita rapat dengan orang ni, masa lain mungkin dengan kawan lain pula. Kenapa boleh jadi macam tu? Kita berkawan untuk satu-satu masa adakah tujuan yang berbeza-beza? Kita baik dengan orang ni sebab ada udang di sebalik batu ke? Bila dah tiada udang di balik batu, kita pun mula merenggangkan diri. Nilai persahabatan tidak dapat dirasai dengan sebenar-benar perasaan. Ada jurang di antara sekumpulan sahabat. Mulut kata lain, tapi hati siapa yang tahu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin tak 'sekepala' kerana pandangan yang berbeza-beza. Tambah pula kalau keras kepala dan ada ego yang tinggi, makin jauhlah jarak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan bermusim, siapa yang nak? Kalau nak berkawan, kita nak kawan yang betul-betul kan?Rasa macam tak betul je kalau berkawan macam ni. Usia perkenalan bukanlah ukuran tepat untuk mengetahui tahap keakraban. Mungkin ada perkara yang boleh dikompromi, perkara yang bertentangan sebenarnya masih boleh dibawa berbincang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan bermusim...rasanya keadaan ini akan sentiasa berputar. Ada masanya aku rasakan itu adalah terbaik yang boleh berlaku. Kenapa pula cakap macam tu? Entahlah. Mungkin aku patut menilai diri. Mungkin semua orang juga perlu melihat diri masing-masing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-4980118771852881686?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4980118771852881686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=4980118771852881686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4980118771852881686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4980118771852881686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/kawan-bermusim.html' title='Kawan Bermusim'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2918555705363947747</id><published>2008-01-31T17:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:15:01.932+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Being A Leader</title><content type='html'>A lame topic to discuss is it? Yeah, it is quite boring to discuss but I'm not referring to a leader in general but more specifically with what I've gone through for a week...becoming a leader for PBL presentation. It is never an easy job. Although it looks simple, it is still for me, a difficult task to carry out. You need to conduct the brainstorming, leading the others in gathering the issues and put forward some hypotheses, divide the topics among your friends so that everyone has their own part to talk about and lead in discussion as well as presentation plus summarised everything. I hate summary because I know at that time people become less attentive. As long as they have presented it, they don't bother much about other thing. Sometimes, it happened to me too, when someone becoming a leader and I become the presenter. Well, you know it well when you becoming a leader. For this PBL, we faced the most difficult one. Yet, I really satisfied with effort showed by my colleague eventhough only little information given by text book and we need to spend some time looking for extra information either from the internet or from other books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before, a few of them asked me whether I would divide the topic and when am I going to do it. For couple of days, different person came to me and kept asking the same questions. Till one day I reached my limit and burst it to one of the discussion group members eventhough he haven't start the conversation yet. Actually, I never liked the idea dividing the topics and assigned everyone the topics before the presentation day. I know some would only prepare for their part and ignore the other parts. It's not the way of learning. This is supposed to be a practice to guide us to diagnose the clinical condition. It's not about theory only. It is the skill for us to master. This is the time when you think and feel like a real doctor. But anyway, I still divide those topics just for the sake of them. Depends too much on divided topics is not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a leader does not mean you have the power to do anything. Even for the small discussion like this, I would refer to them whether they feel comfortable with the topics I have been put in the list. This is a real job as the leader. I love to be a leader for this PBL discussion. I have learnt a lot. I also astonished with myself for the ability to summarise in very few minutes. How fast can it be? In a way, I can sharpened my vocabulary and presentation. Thanks to my colleagues who chose me to become a leader. Sorry for being a bit strict but I believe I do it in a correct way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2918555705363947747?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2918555705363947747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2918555705363947747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2918555705363947747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2918555705363947747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-leader.html' title='Being A Leader'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2246266137793396037</id><published>2008-01-28T17:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:41:06.523+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Kata-kata Hikmah</title><content type='html'>Seorang sahabat lama mengirimkan kata-kata ini melalui YM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan engkau bersahabat dengan sahabat yang mana dia begitu berharap kepada engkau ketika mahu menyelesaikan masalahnya sahaja sedangkan apabila masalah atau hajatnya telah selesai maka dia memutuskan kemanisan persahabatan. Bersahabatlah dengan mereka yang mempunyai ketinggian dalam melakukan kebaikan, memenuhi janji dalam perkara yang benar, memberi pertolongan kepada engkau serta memadai dengan amanahnya atau sikap bertanggungjawabnya terhadap engkau.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar bin Abdul Aziz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2246266137793396037?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2246266137793396037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2246266137793396037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2246266137793396037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2246266137793396037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/kata-kata-hikmah.html' title='Kata-kata Hikmah'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-5849550045562766644</id><published>2008-01-28T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:05:19.378+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Holiday Anyone???</title><content type='html'>Good news for everyone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean was extremely proud with the marching performed by some of the classmates. He expressed his delightfulness towards the marchers for marching neatly and wearing colourful outfits (actually everyone was wearing &lt;em&gt;baju melayu &lt;/em&gt;including the girls). It must be really different and perhaps, the sense of Malaysian culture can be felt at that moment. I did not manage to watch it but I know it has attracted others eventhough they did not win 'The Best March'. But, Dean said if 'The Most Colourful Outfit' category ever exist, that reward would go to them. Hahaha..thanks Dean for such a wonderful compliment. He said that the march was much better than previous batch. As a reward, he granted us with one day off in which we can choose the date whenever we want. He added with announcing the prize giving ceremony which will be held this Saturday and inviting each one of us. "After the ceremony, you will have tea, snacks and ice-cream. This time, I ask them (Valley View Hotel) to prepare a lot of ice-cream. Wow..it was so kind of you Dean. We should express a million of gratitude to you. Previously (about a week ago), he announced that the college allowed us to extend our holiday after the second year University Exam so that we are able to celebrate &lt;em&gt;Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/em&gt; in Malaysia. I overjoyed. Before the announcement I really hope that we can extend the holiday. It's like he is reading my mind. I have the chance to celebrate the Eid with my family. Thank you so much Dean. We love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-5849550045562766644?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5849550045562766644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=5849550045562766644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5849550045562766644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5849550045562766644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/holiday-anyone.html' title='Holiday Anyone???'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-5396025483546285900</id><published>2008-01-24T19:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:48:04.667+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Subhanallah...(miracle in medicine)</title><content type='html'>A new miracle in medicine...Subhanallah. Everything is possible with His will, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl switches blood type after liver transplant in first known case: doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYDNEY (AFP) - An Australian girl spontaneously switched blood groups and adopted her donor's immune system following a liver transplant in the first known case of its type, doctors treating her said Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi-Lee Brennan was aged nine and seriously ill with liver failure when she received the transplant, doctors at a top Sydney children's hospital told AFP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months later it was discovered that she had changed blood types and her immune system had switched over to that of the donor after stem cells from the new liver migrated to her bone marrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now a healthy 15-year-old, Michael Stormon, a hepatologist treating her, told AFP. Stormon said he had given several presentations on the case around the world and had heard of none like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is extremely unusual -- in fact we don't know of any other instance in which this happened," Stormon told AFP from the Children's Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In effect she had had a bone marrow transplant. The majority of her immune system had also switched over to that of the donor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article on the case was published in Thursday's edition of the leading US medical journal The New England Journal of Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors who treated Brennan say she is now only under treatment as an outpatient and are interested to know if the case could have other applications in transplant surgery, where rejection of donor organs by the recipient's immune system is a major hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormon said it appeared that Brennan may have been fortunate because a "sequence of serendipitous events", including a post-transplantation infection, may have given the stem cells from her donor's liver the chance to proliferate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The task now was to establish whether the same sort of outcome could be replicated in other transplant patients, he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-5396025483546285900?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5396025483546285900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=5396025483546285900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5396025483546285900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5396025483546285900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/subhanallahmiracle-in-medicine.html' title='Subhanallah...(miracle in medicine)'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2287967477465362416</id><published>2008-01-22T17:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:21:41.114+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>a short dialogue during Forensic Medicine class</title><content type='html'>A dialogue between me and a non-Muslim friend during Forensic Medicine class&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: slight changes of words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yikes...it gross. It's just too cruel for human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : I wonder whether they (referring to classmates) would have lunch today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Luckily I am fasting today. How can you still have appetite after seeing those kinds of injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : ?? Why you fasting today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Err...because today is Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(silence filled the air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to proceed about that?Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2287967477465362416?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2287967477465362416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2287967477465362416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2287967477465362416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2287967477465362416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-dialogue-during-forensic-medicine.html' title='a short dialogue during Forensic Medicine class'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-984837301708156173</id><published>2008-01-21T19:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:45:46.850+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Berekspresi Tentang Diri</title><content type='html'>Berekspresi tentang diri sendiri saat ini sambil mendengar kompilasi Now 1 daripada iluvislam.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripathi perlu dibaca...saat masih terkeliru dengan antipsychotics, antianxiety, antimanic masih lagi terkedek-kedek menulis blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah..menulis blog adalah salah satu cara meluahkan perasaan, biar tiada yang membaca. Pada yang membaca, alhamdulillah ada jua yang sudi singgah di blog ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini seolah-olah tiada semangat..mengetuai perbincangan untuk PBL pun sekadar ala kadar je...kekurangan sesuatu kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baki nota SDL masih perlu disiapkan selain IL. Banyak perkara perlu diselesaikan minggu ini namun masih mempunyai masa untuk tercangak di depan komputer riba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapkan nota, baca Tripathi, baca Katzung, study.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-984837301708156173?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/984837301708156173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=984837301708156173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/984837301708156173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/984837301708156173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/berekspresi-tentang-diri.html' title='Berekspresi Tentang Diri'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-6686828946017853016</id><published>2008-01-19T06:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:44:04.350+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Suatu Hujung Minggu</title><content type='html'>Sudah beberapa hari tidak menulis blog. Agak sibuk akhir-akhir ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujung minggu bertandang kembali. Berakhir sudah satu minggu yang dipenuhi dengan tuntutan-tuntutan sebagai orang pelajar. Tak lapang nampaknya hujung minggu ni. Dua ujian menunggu minggu hadapan. &lt;em&gt;Presentation&lt;/em&gt; untuk SDL lagi. Kemalasan sedikit meresap. Kerja melambak-lambak. IQRA' perlu dihadiri. Usrah perlu diteruskan setelah dua minggu tak diadakan kerana kesibukan anak-anak buah dengan peperiksaan blok. Tiada ruang untuk diri sendiri. Eh,apa ni? Mengeluh pula. Aku perlukan kekuatan untuk menghadapi minggu hadapan. Namun, aku tak mahu meninggalkan tanggungjawab selain tanggungjawab sebagai seorang pelajar. Inilah pengorbanan. Berkorban masa lapang dalam menelaah kalam Allah, meningkatkan ilmu tentang Islam dalam pelbagai aspek di samping mengulangkaji pelajaran untuk menghadapi ujian. Masa yang ada cuba diseimbangkan dengan sebaik-baiknya, tidak terlalu diberatkan ke mana-mana arah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilmu dunia yang dikejar, ilmu akhirat ingin dipertingkatkan. Masa yang ada agak terhad. Tak mengapalah, ikut kemampuan diri. Visi untuk mendapat markah &lt;em&gt;distinction&lt;/em&gt; untuk peperiksaan blok perlu diusahakan dengan gigih. Keputusan peperiksaan blok lepas yang kurang memberangsangkan perlu dianalisis semula. Mungkin cara aku menulis jawapan yang tidak menepati kehendak pemeriksa yang menyebabkan sedikit markah diperoleh. Walau bagaimanapun, aku bersyukur kerana lulus dalam semua subjek tatkala ramai yang kecundang. Keputusan yang agak mengejutkan seisi batch. Belajar perlu konsisten. Bukan menunggu pada akhir waktu. Misi mempertingkatkan bacaan Al-Quran perlu ditambah. Alhamdulillah dengan kewujudan IQRA' sedikit sebanyak membantuku. Banyak yang dapat dipelajari. Sedar akan kelemahan bacaan dan tajwid. Silapku juga kerana tak bersungguh-sungguh mempelajari dulu. Tak mengapa, tidak terlalu lambat untuk meningkatkan bacaan. Asalkan ada kemahuan dan usaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-6686828946017853016?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6686828946017853016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=6686828946017853016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6686828946017853016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6686828946017853016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/suatu-hujung-minggu.html' title='Suatu Hujung Minggu'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3434485457988265749</id><published>2008-01-17T19:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:42:02.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Jadi Ayah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R5FdVjXUmzI/AAAAAAAAABI/F2ReHGmY5_0/s1600-h/DSC00006(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157005673167625010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R5FdVjXUmzI/AAAAAAAAABI/F2ReHGmY5_0/s320/DSC00006(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selamat Hari Lahir ke-56 ayah. Semoga Allah merahmatimu. Semoga Allah memanjangkan usia agar dengan usia itu dapat diisi dengan memperhamba diri kepada-Nya. Maaf, hanya kad dan panggilan telefon menjadi pengganti diri. Along rindukan ayah. Teringat betapa dulu kerasnya hati Along. Suka melawan. Tak dengar cakap. Ada saja kata-kata ayah yang Along protes. Kita sememangnya tak rapat. Tak seperti dengan mama. Ayah terlalu sibuk dengan kerja. Selalunya malam baru balik. Kadang-kadang tak bersua muka untuk beberapa hari disebabkan tugas di luar daerah. Kami semua tahu ayah bertungkus-lumus mencari rezeki untuk anak-anaknya. Namun, janganlah kesibukan itu merenggangkan kita. Luangkan masa untuk kami juga. Luangkan masa untuk-Nya juga. Apa-apapun, semoga ayah ceria dan bahagia selalu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dari,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anakmu&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/7209000235520486945-3434485457988265749?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3434485457988265749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3434485457988265749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3434485457988265749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3434485457988265749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/selamat-hari-jadi-ayah.html' title='Selamat Hari Jadi Ayah'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R5FdVjXUmzI/AAAAAAAAABI/F2ReHGmY5_0/s72-c/DSC00006(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7161693160995569086</id><published>2008-01-15T14:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:38:03.023+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tazkirah'/><title type='text'>Ambillah waktu...</title><content type='html'>Ambillah waktu untuk berfikir,itu adalah sumber kekuatan.&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah waktu untuk bermain,itu adalah rahsia dari masa muda yang abadi.&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah waktu untuk berdoa,itu adalah sumber ketenangan.&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah waktu untuk belajar,itu adalah sumber kebijaksanaan.&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah waktu untuk mencintai dan dicintai,itu adalah hak istimewa yang diberikan Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah waktu untuk bersahabat,itu adalah jalan menuju kebahagiaan.&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah waktu untuk tertawa,itu adalah muzik yang menggetarkan hati.&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah waktu untuk memberi,itu adalah membuat hidup terasa bererti.&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah waktu untuk bekerja,itu adalah nilai keberhasilan.&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah waktu untuk beramal, itu adalah kunci menuju syurga."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-7161693160995569086?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7161693160995569086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7161693160995569086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7161693160995569086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7161693160995569086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/ambillah-waktu.html' title='Ambillah waktu...'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3069058951876199283</id><published>2008-01-12T09:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:14:24.655+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>shocked...sad...ashamed...</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine asked me something after Maghrib prayer last night. Something which shocked me. I never knew that non-Muslims have those kind of thoughts. A non-Muslim girl asked my friend why Islam demanded the followers especially women during her menstruation to wash the pads before disposing it. And my friend asked her back what made her think like that. She said that back during her matriculation days, when everyone has to share the bathroom, a Muslim girl told her to do so, if not a 'monster' would come out at night and 'eat' the blood from the unwashed pads. She really disagreed. And she said, if the 'monster' really come out then it would only find the Muslimah's pads not others since Islam demanded to do that. My friend tried to explain her that the reason most of the Muslimahs do that not because Islam asserting it but for hygienic reason. It's true. It did not mention anywhere that in Islam a woman should washed first before properly disposing it. What Islam says that the cleanliness is important in daily life. I felt sorry for this non-Muslim girl as she has misunderstood the situation. A girl who told her insisting her to do something which she thinks a bit illogical. I hope this misunderstanding has been cleared by eventhough the explanation given not fully satisfied her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me how we, as Muslims have to set a good example not only among Muslims but also to the non-Muslims. Whatever we do, it gives reflection to Islam. &lt;em&gt;Ikhtilat &lt;/em&gt;(mingling between men/boys and women/girls) is one of the aspects which most of us take it lightly. How many times we see Muslims of opposite gender holding hands, ride on same motorbike (common situation here) etc till it become a taboo for others to look at. I remembered someone told me about a non-Muslim who thought when a guy and girl become a couple, they can hold the hands of each other! How sad it is. Don't we feel ashamed with ourselves? We said that we're Muslims but how could we allow such things to happen. We have misunderstood our non-Muslims friend. We make them confused about what Islam has taught us. We pray five times a day and yet we do the wrongdoings. Solah is supposed to prevent us from doing those things which are prohibited in Islam but the situation is unlikely to happen that way. Why? Because we separate the religion with the daily life. Because we don't perform the solah with full of concentration and think only Him. Because we don't use Al-Quran as the sole guideline apart the Sunnah. All this would not happen if we follow what has been taught in Islam accordingly. Love Islam wholeheartedly and return to His path so that our lives will be bless here and Hereafter, Insha-ALLAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3069058951876199283?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3069058951876199283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3069058951876199283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3069058951876199283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3069058951876199283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/shockedsadashamed.html' title='shocked...sad...ashamed...'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-121925483562091462</id><published>2008-01-11T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:45:39.810+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Suatu Keputusan</title><content type='html'>Satu keputusan yang dibuat tanpa bertanyakan pendapatku.Terasa diri ini tak diperlukan. Terasa diri ini tak layak untuk diambil kira buah fikiran.Emosionalkah ini?Kenapa kata-kata ini tak terluah,hanya tersimpan di sudut hati.Aku sudah tak wujud?Aku tak penting?Aku menumpang?Aku menyibuk?Menjeruk hati.Menangis lagi.Hati yang telah jauh sekalipun jasad dekat.Hatiku kusut.Kalau aku meluahkan kata hati,khuatir persetujuan tak tercapai.Kalau aku berdiam diri,takut-takut hati ini yang tercalar.Memang hati telah lama tercalar.Tapi tatkala cuba mengubati,lidah menjadi kelu.Aku takut.Takut akan kemungkinan yang terjadi.Takut menjadi semakin jauh.Sesungguhnya aku tak menginginkan jarak ini.Bukankah setiap Muslim itu bersaudara.Sepatutnya cubit paha kanan.paha kiri terasa sakitnya.Aku menjauhkan diri bukan kerana aku marah.Apatah lagi benci.Cuma itu adalah azam baruku.Untuk lebih banyak berdiam diri.Bercakap perkara yang perlu.Menjauhi umpat keji.Mengurangkan kata-kata yang sia-sia lagi melalaikan.Namun bila diutarakan menjadi satu silap faham pula.Apa harus aku lakukan?Bagaimana harus aku katakan apa yang tersirat dalam hati ini?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-121925483562091462?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/121925483562091462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=121925483562091462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/121925483562091462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/121925483562091462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/suatu-keputusan.html' title='Suatu Keputusan'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3174890064008040701</id><published>2008-01-09T21:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:42:02.444+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Setiap Kali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R4TquDXUmvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/z8qVjChTWOU/s1600-h/wanita.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Setiap Kali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Devotees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Setiap kali mendapat nikmat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jarang kusedari itu pemberian-Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terkadang rasa itu kerana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Segala usaha dan penat lelahku sahaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Setiap kali ditimpa musibah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kumengeluh risau bertambah gelisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hingga terlupa pada-Mu Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tempat kembali segala masalah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh Tuhan Yang Maha Penyayang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leraikanlah aku dari keluh kesah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yang membelenggu jiwa dan fikiran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ditambah dengan hasutan syaitan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kurniakanlah kepadaku ketabahan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Singkapkanku hikmah segala ketentuan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moga sinar-Mu berikanku pedoman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hanya pada-Mu segala ketetapan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh tuhan yang maha penyayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leraikanlah aku dari keluh kesah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yang membelenggu jiwa dan fikiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ditambah dengan hasutan syaitan durjana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yang sentiasa mengarahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kepada kemurkaanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kurniakanlah kepadaku ketabahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tunjukkan ku hikmah segala ketentuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moga sinar-Mu berikanku pedoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hanya pada-Mu segala ketetapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ya Allah kau redhailah diri ini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3174890064008040701?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3174890064008040701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3174890064008040701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3174890064008040701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3174890064008040701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/setiap-kali.html' title='Setiap Kali'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2364385913736317840</id><published>2008-01-09T17:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:08:39.503+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Salam Tahun Baru 1429H</title><content type='html'>"Dalam hidup,terkadang kita lebih banyak mendapatkan apa yang tidak kita inginkan. Dan ketika kita mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan,akhirnya kita tahu bahawa yang kita inginkan terkadang tidak dapat membuat hidup kita menjadi lebih bahagia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(madah yang dipetik dari laman web iluvislam.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermulanya tahun baru Hijrah saat terbenamnya matahari di ufuk barat.Memenuhi aktiviti di kala Maghrib dengan doa,mudah-mudahan tahun baru akan membawa seribu makna dan harapan.Muhasabah diri sepanjang tahun 1428H.Terlalu banyak kekurangan yang perlu ditampung.Masih banyak kelemahan yang perlu diperbaiki.Masihkah aku di takuk lama? Ataupun iltizam tahun baru memberi perubahan yang sebenar?Acapkali resolusi tidak selari dengan apa yang berlaku.Malunya aku berhadapan dengan-Mu ya Tuhan.Dengan sikap dan tingkahlaku.Dengan ibadatku yang tidak seberapa.Sering bertangguh dalam melakukan satu-satu pekerjaan.Menunjuk-nunjuk,ego dan takbur yang bersarang dalam hati.Muamalat dengan keluarga,rakan-rakan,pensyarah dan juga dengan orang lain adakalanya tidak menepati syariat yang Kau tetapkan.Aku selalu ingin agar apa yang aku kehendaki terlaksana seperti mana apa yang aku rancangkan sedangkan aku tahu,aku harus akur dengan qada' dan qadar-Mu.Inikah akhlak seorang Muslimah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menjangkau usia 23 tahun dalam kalendar Hijrah ini.Usia yang sepatutnya aku bersikap matang.Berfikiran rasional.Bukan lagi mengikut perasaan seperti selalu yang aku lakukan. Bukan lagi menangisi pada perkara yang remeh.Bukan lagi bersikap keras hati hingga menyebabkan orang lain terasa.Perjalanan hidup ini masih jauh jika diizinkan-Nya.Manakan aku dapat berhadapan dengan ranjau yang lebih besar jika aku masih seperti dahulu.Sungguh ya Allah aku tidak mahu seperti dahulu.Aku ingin jadi insan baru.Berikanlah aku kekuatan untuk muhasabah diri setiap hari.Menambah apa yang kurang.Membetulkan apa yang silap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku kesepian,aku harap aku tak merasa keseorangan&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku kerinduan,aku harap hati ini tabah&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku kesedihan,aku harap diri tidak terus bermuram durja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azam tahun baruku semoga dapat mempertingkatkan iman dan kualiti hidup sebagai seorang Muslimah,Insha-ALLAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2364385913736317840?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2364385913736317840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2364385913736317840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2364385913736317840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2364385913736317840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/salam-tahun-baru-1429h.html' title='Salam Tahun Baru 1429H'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3951204593417157501</id><published>2008-01-07T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:34:22.747+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>It's All About Teeth</title><content type='html'>An interesting topic I have covered today in Forensic Medicine today.It's under the topic of estimation of age with subtopic of dentition.It's like I've studied to become a dentist that moment (no,I'm not planning to become a dentist).Anyway,I feel the topic is really interesting.With the mnemonics given to remember the order of eruption of the permanent tooth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;olar(Mother)&lt;br /&gt;Central &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;ncisor(Is)&lt;br /&gt;Lateral &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;ncisor(In)&lt;br /&gt;First premolar or &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;icuspid(Bed)&lt;br /&gt;Second premolar or &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;icuspid(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;anine(Cries)&lt;br /&gt;Second &lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;olar(Milk)&lt;br /&gt;Third &lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;olar(Milk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very enjoyable class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer also mentioned about the 'wisdom' tooth or the third molar tooth which is the final tooth arise.He hoped that he would have plenty of time to check each one of us whether our very last tooth has appeared or not.Do I have the 'wisdom' tooth already?Hmm..let me check first. Ok,it seems most of the quadrant except the left upper quadrant has the third molar already (not wise enough).Well,it seems my dentition has not complete yet.Need to wait another three years to become fully 'WISE'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charting of dentition&lt;br /&gt;-The standard guideline given by Federation Dentaire Internationale(FDI)&lt;br /&gt;-Accepted across the globe&lt;br /&gt;-Easier to represent the tooth in dentition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do some analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charting of dentition vs numbers which related to myself(which end with number2):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22(my age in 2008) - permanent lateral incisor at left upper quadrant&lt;br /&gt;32(tevez's number:my favourite Man Utd player) - permanent lateral incisor at left lower quadrant&lt;br /&gt;52(tevez's birth date,so NOT related to me!) - permanent lateral incisor at right upper quadrant&lt;br /&gt;62(my roll number) - temporary lateral incisor at left upper quadrant&lt;br /&gt;72(my birth date) - temporary lateral incisor at left lower quadrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(could not find for 42 and 82)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much you can tell about teeth ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3951204593417157501?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3951204593417157501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3951204593417157501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3951204593417157501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3951204593417157501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-topic-i-have-covered-today.html' title='It&apos;s All About Teeth'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-5212977505266096064</id><published>2008-01-07T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:35:34.744+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>antara LONDON dan PRAGUE</title><content type='html'>Antara dua pilihan?&lt;br /&gt;Yang mana satukah?&lt;br /&gt;Kedua-duanya benar-benar mengujakan&lt;br /&gt;Kusut...&lt;br /&gt;Apa harus kubuat?&lt;br /&gt;Istikharah?&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin itu jalan terbaik&lt;br /&gt;Meminta petunjuk daripada-Nya&lt;br /&gt;Munkin hanya Dia boleh memberikan jawapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara London dan seminar The Professional Mukmin Generation di Prague&lt;br /&gt;Mana satu harus kupilih?&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal seminggu sebelum membuat keputusan terakhir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangan Sungai Thames dan London Bridge yang melambai-lambai&lt;br /&gt;Keindahan kota London yang menggamit hati untuk berkunjung&lt;br /&gt;Akan adakah peluang kedua jika ku tak menjejakkan kaki ke sana&lt;br /&gt;TAPI...&lt;br /&gt;Bila lagi aku akan ada peluang untuk menyertai program seperti itu?&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah terlepas peluang untuk menghadiri PUISI '07&lt;br /&gt;Saat hati meronta-ronta untuk berada di Ireland&lt;br /&gt;Andai kupunya sayap pasti aku sudah melewati Bukit Melleray, Co. Waterford&lt;br /&gt;Aku cemburu&lt;br /&gt;Dengan teman-teman di United Kingdom,Ireland,dan Republik Czech&lt;br /&gt;Cuti Krismas yang terisi dengan aktiviti-aktiviti bermanfaat&lt;br /&gt;Di sini?&lt;br /&gt;LAGENDA yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang ada pada LAGENDA?&lt;br /&gt;Tak nampak manfaatnya&lt;br /&gt;Dari satu sudut,inilah masanya untuk menunjukkan budaya Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Namun dengan pengisian yang kurang bermakna,semua tu tak membawa apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah,mudah-mudahan kau beratkan hati ni kepada keputusan yang betul&lt;br /&gt;Walau apapun keputusan yang hadir dalam benakku&lt;br /&gt;Aku terima ya Allah&lt;br /&gt;Sekalipun bukan itu yang paling aku inginkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU YANG MASIH MENCARI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-5212977505266096064?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5212977505266096064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=5212977505266096064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5212977505266096064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5212977505266096064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/antara-london-dan-prague.html' title='antara LONDON dan PRAGUE'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-5617764601387574444</id><published>2008-01-06T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:37:48.517+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hadith'/><title type='text'>Steadfast</title><content type='html'>On the authority of Abu 'Amr, though others call him Abu 'Amrah Sufyan bin 'Abdullah, radiyallahu anhu, who said:&lt;br /&gt;I said: "O Messenger of Allah, tell me something about Islam which I could not ask anyone about save you." He answered: "Say: 'I believe in Allah', and then stand firm and steadfast."&lt;br /&gt;[Muslim]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-5617764601387574444?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/5617764601387574444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=5617764601387574444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5617764601387574444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/5617764601387574444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/steadfast.html' title='Steadfast'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-4221865001003195564</id><published>2008-01-06T20:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:00:23.005+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Hati...Sensitif...</title><content type='html'>Hati...mengapa kau terlalu sensitif?Andai terusik dengan sedikit kata-kata,kau bersangka yang bukan-bukan.Bagaimana?Apa yang sepatutnya aku lakukan?Aku lemas dengan sikapku yang satu ini.Tak pernah surut dari dulu.Dengan hati sensitif inilah aku telah mencipta 'jarak' dengan pelbagai orang.Dengan hati sensitif inilah yan menyebabkan kawan-kawan menjadi jauh.Aku sedih.Sesungguhnya aku kadang-kadang malu dengan sikap ni.Ditegur sikit,buat muka.Diusik sedikit,boleh menangis.Seolah-olah menunjukkan ketidakmatangan diriku.Ya ALLAH,apa yang harus buat?Tersuratkah diriku yang mempunyai hati yang terlalu sensitif dan mudah merajuk ini?Bagaimana sepatutnya aku berubah ya Allah.Hati yang sensitif inilah yang membawa sikap yang bukan-bukan.Mudah berprasangka yang tidak baik.Kau temukanlah diriku dengan seseorang yang dapat menasihatkan diriku.Yang dapat memujukku.Yang dapat mengingatkanku. Bukan tidak yakin dengan doa yang kupanjat di hamparan sejadah tapi adakalanya aku tak nampak ya Allah mana kesalahan diriku.Siapa lagi yang boleh memperingatkan selain orang-orang di sekelilingku.Tatkala air mata mengalir ya Allah aku rindukan teman-teman lama.Yang lebih memahami diri.Menjadi tempat curahan hati.Rasa kesepian yang berterusan sepanjang aku di sini.Janganlah Kau biarkan hati beterusan bersikap sedemikian.Bukankah menjadi Muslimah solehah menjadi impian?Bagaimana hendak menjadi Muslimah sebegitu andai rajuk hati bertandang walau hanya dengan perkara-perkara kecil. Ujian untuk diriku dalam mengendalikan hati yang sensitif ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati...mudah-mudahan pada perkara yang betul kau bersifat sensitif&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-4221865001003195564?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4221865001003195564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=4221865001003195564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4221865001003195564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/4221865001003195564'/><link 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pengetahuan kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersyukurlah dengan orang yang tidak mengendahkan kita kerana dialah yang memupuk kita agar berdikari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersyukurlah kepada orang yang menyeksa kita kerana dialah yang menguji kesabaran kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersyukurlah dengan orang yang melukai hati kita kerana dialah yang mengajar kita akan hakikat sebenar kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersyukurlah dengan orang yang menolak cinta kita kerana dialah yang mengingatkan kita akan cinta kepada-Nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersyukurlah dengan orang yang membenci kita kerana dialah mendidik kita agar muhasabah kembali akan akhlak kita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3907569487712470443?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3907569487712470443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3907569487712470443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3907569487712470443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3907569487712470443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/tinta-dari-hati.html' title='tinta dari hati'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7602410942108089033</id><published>2008-01-06T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:02:46.281+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Sukarnya Menjadi AMIRAH</title><content type='html'>tatkala dipilih menjadi pengganti,aku merasa gembira&lt;br /&gt;terasa diri bakal menjadi sebutan ramai&lt;br /&gt;terasa orang akan memandang tinggi diriku&lt;br /&gt;namun...lupakah diriku?&lt;br /&gt;akan amanah besar yang tergalas di bahuku&lt;br /&gt;lupakah diriku?&lt;br /&gt;akan tangungjawabku untuk mengingatkan orang lain&lt;br /&gt;lupakah diriku?&lt;br /&gt;bahawa di akhirat kelak akan ditanya oleh-Nya&lt;br /&gt;seringkali aku terlupa&lt;br /&gt;betapa beratnya tugas ini&lt;br /&gt;acapkali aku lalai&lt;br /&gt;dalam menegur kesalahan orang lain&lt;br /&gt;menjadi amirah bukan sekadar pelengkap kepada amirnya&lt;br /&gt;bukan sekadar jawatan semata-mata&lt;br /&gt;tetapi lebih dari itu&lt;br /&gt;saat melihat kemungkaran di depan mata&lt;br /&gt;apakah tindakan ku&lt;br /&gt;adakah aku terus mencegahnya&lt;br /&gt;atau sekadar melihat dan mengutuk dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;saat menasihati teman-teman&lt;br /&gt;aku cuba membetulkan sikap mereka&lt;br /&gt;tetapi betulkah caraku&lt;br /&gt;perlukah disulami dengan jenaka&lt;br /&gt;agar tidak merobek hati dan perasaan&lt;br /&gt;kadang-kadang aku khuatir untuk menegur&lt;br /&gt;takut kehilangan sahabat&lt;br /&gt;tetapi bukankah perintah Allah yang lebih utama?&lt;br /&gt;hati masih berbelah-bahagi&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan sudah terang lagi bersuluh&lt;br /&gt;perintah Tuhan telah dilanggar&lt;br /&gt;larangan Tuhan telah terlaksana&lt;br /&gt;cabaran menjadi amirah&lt;br /&gt;bukan hanya berbekal ilmu semata-mata&lt;br /&gt;tetapi perlu menyelami hikmahnya&lt;br /&gt;perlu beralaskan kekuatan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;dan seharusnya aku perlu selalu muhasabah diri&lt;br /&gt;tercapaikah amanah yang dipertanggungjawabkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah moga dikuatkan hati ini&lt;br /&gt;dalam meneruskan dakwah-Mu&lt;br /&gt;agar tidak tersilap jalan&lt;br /&gt;agar tidak tersalah arah&lt;br /&gt;moga hidayah-Mu&lt;br /&gt;menarik kembali hati yang hanyut&lt;br /&gt;kepada jalan yang diredhai&lt;br /&gt;juga semoga amanah ini terpikul sebaik-baiknya&lt;br /&gt;walau dalam saat yang sukar sekalipun&lt;br /&gt;kekuatan yang kupinta dari-Mu ya Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insha-Allah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-7602410942108089033?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7602410942108089033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7602410942108089033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7602410942108089033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7602410942108089033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2008/01/sukarnya-menjadi-amirah.html' title='Sukarnya Menjadi AMIRAH'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3963303393976803275</id><published>2007-12-24T05:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:36:09.211+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>POST-EXAM SYNDROME</title><content type='html'>What a relief when the last paper of Microbiology has finished.I've waited impatiently to end the very first war of First Block Exam in second year.Very tiring week.As usual,I studied at eleventh hour again.Hmmm..it's very difficult to change this attitude.I knew it's not a good habit yet I've still do it.Lack of force to study at the beginning?Maybe.Sometimes I don't understand with myself.I want good result (read:result with flying colours means get all distinctions in all subjects) but I do not consistently study from the start of the block.Waiting till a week more left to start everything and at the end I felt lethargy and restless.Bad habit.Come on Damia,you need to 'istiqamah'.It's a need for a Muslim to do that.Wake up,wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,it has finished already.I felt confident with my Pharmacology paper eventhough the questions are a lot.Pathology?Some of the questions I have misunderstood them.Don't know wheteher I answered accordingly or not.My beloved subject,Microbiology,a really tough paper. I'm not the only one who think like that.Even the toppers in my class feel the same.I guess it's not bad at all.How about Forensic Medicine?Well,I guess it's ok.Direct questions asked on the paper but to remember all the definitions correctly without missed even one word make it a bit tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do know?Movies or anime?Hmm..how about surfing the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iluvislam.com is an interesting choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paksi.net?What is this?Let me open it.Quite new for me.Ohh..there's a forum about post-exam syndrome.Discussion about how students spend their time after examination.Let's see the view. How I ashamed with myself.I'm supposed to use this free time to do things which benefit me not just simply unnecessarily use the time to sleep all the day or watching a full series of anime or enjoying the movies continuously.It's not the way!I've even seen male colleagues spent their post-exam day watching Korean drama!!!!!!What!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes,I still can do all that but it has the limit.I should use this time to recite Al-Quran,learn how to recite the Surah appropriately.Or I can read the articles in iluvislam.com which I could not manage to do it during the exam week (it's like promoting iluvislam...hehe,but i do love iluvislam like a real friend).I love to read but unfortunately I don't have any other books apart of subjects text books (which I don't feel to read them right now..hehe).So,iluvislam become my primary source for getting reading materials.Insha-Allah this 'syndrome' would never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for Second Block : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3963303393976803275?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3963303393976803275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3963303393976803275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3963303393976803275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3963303393976803275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-exam-syndrome.html' title='POST-EXAM SYNDROME'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-8361315745409243883</id><published>2007-12-02T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:06:51.576+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipal'/><title type='text'>Some Facts About Manipal</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt; You have to wait for a long time just to fixing a new gas tank or pick up your shoes from the cobblers or collect your cheque from Financial Department of University (I thought only Malays known for their '&lt;em&gt;janji Melayu&lt;/em&gt;' but here worse than that. Although not in all situation you encounter this but most of the time,definitely it will happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Prepare your pocket with some paise (shillings) to be given to the beggars (if you are soft-hearted). Actually sooner or later, you become reluctant to give away those money. But, don't give too much or don't give unequal amount if two beggars come to you simultaneously. They will definitely following you wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Be careful at where you eat. If you are unlucky, you will get diarrhoea (common phenomenon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; When you cross the roads, not only you need to look to your right and left but also behind you. Because here, they do not have the right rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Bargain first before you buy. You can get cheaper price if you are good in bargaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; You need not have beautiful and expensive shoes. What you need are shoes that you can use during intense hot summer and rainy days. Sport shoes are good choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; You need not to walk to the eating places if you are feeling lazy to cook. Just call your favourite place and they will send food right in front your door. (Same thing you can do for laundry, they can come to your house to pick the laundry, wash them, iron them, send them back to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; For those who living outside, you can hire maids and cook to clean your house, wash your clothes and cook for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; You cannot wear jeans to attend classes (for MMMC students). Then, why on earth other colleges can do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; If you wear any clothes, you can mix totally opposite colour such as green with pink or blue with orange. Nobody will look at you eventhough it looks weird because almost all local people have 'colour disorder'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Use umbrellas during rainy seasons. Here, it rains heavily and continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Shops open late during day and close very early at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Very few lamp posts available so it is not advisable to walk at night. Dangerous. You may get hit by vehicles if the drivers/riders do not notice you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; You can play fireworks at any time you want to. It does not necessary to play on certain occasions. Plus, you will not get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[There's still some more things which are peculiar but you will know them better if you live here]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-8361315745409243883?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8361315745409243883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=8361315745409243883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8361315745409243883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8361315745409243883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-facts-about-manipal.html' title='Some Facts About Manipal'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-7318671853942673552</id><published>2007-09-26T19:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:49:16.162+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pulang Semula</title><content type='html'>Alamak...tak seronoknya.Cuti dah habis.Kembali ke dunia realiti semula.Realiti sebagai seorang pelajar.Kembali berhadapan dengan kelas dan buku-buku.Dengan ujian dan peperiksaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Homesick'nya rasa.Rindu dengan mama.Dengan ayah.Dengan Abang,Amir,Kak Cik,Amin dan Adik.Dengan Momoe,Koko dan Yuyue.Sepatutnya balik Malaysia adalah untuk menghilangkan kerinduan bukan menambah 'homesick' di hati.Rasa macam nak balik semula.Tak dapat la nak tengok Liontin lagi.Tak dapat la tercangak depan TV dan menatap wajah Roby lagi.Ish..sejak bila aku 'layan' cerita Indonesia ni?Rasanya macam nak balik je bulan Mac nanti.Tapi boleh ke? Kata nak pegi jalan-jalan lagi.Bila lagi ada kesempatan nak berjalan-jalan kalau bukan dah ada di sini.Tengoklah dulu.Tapi rasa 'homesick' masih menebal.Terbayang-bayang lagi lambaian mama kat KLIA.Rasa nak menitik air mata waktu tu tapi malu pula dengan kawan-kawan.Takpe.. takpe...tahan,tahan.Telefon mama semalam.Mama kata biasalah tu,nanti lama-lama kurang lah rasa 'homesick' tu.Lambatnya lagi nak balik Malaysia semula.Setahun lagi.Mudah-mudahan masa cepat berlalu.Mudah-mudahan kesibukan buat rasa tak sedar pun masa berlalu dengan pantas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa macam tak cukup je cuti yang ada.Terlalu singkat rasanya.Seronoknya kawan-kawan yang belajar kat UK,Ireland,US,Czech Republic.Diorang semua cuti sampai 3 bulan.Kat sini?Sebulan je ada.Tak mengapalah sekurang-kurangnya setiap 5 bulan ada cuti sebulan.Bahagian masing-masing.Walaupun pendek tapi biar bermanfaat.Biar terisi dengan perkara-perkara yang betul. Walaupun singkat,kepuasan hati tetap ada.Cuma,harap-harap cuti akan datang dapat meluangkan lebih banyak masa dengan keluarga.Shopping dengan mama.Borak-borak dengan mama dan adik-adik.Luangkan masa dengan ayah.Melawat abang dengan Amir.Main dengan Momoe.Main dengan Koko dan Yuyue juga.Rindunya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu Along balik lagi ye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-7318671853942673552?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/7318671853942673552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=7318671853942673552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7318671853942673552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/7318671853942673552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/09/pulang-semula.html' title='Pulang Semula'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-8172428360513011424</id><published>2007-08-28T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:48:00.395+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Kembali</title><content type='html'>Setelah setahun berada di bumi Manipal,akhirnya aku berpeluang kembali ke tanah air untuk bercuti pada bulan Ogos-September.Rindu kepada keluarga yang tidak tergambar dengan kata-kata. Teruja hati saat melangkah keluar dari apartmen menuju ke tempat menunggu bas. Perjalanan yang dirasakan terlalu panjang.Bayangkan, bertolak dari Manipal 25 Ogos dan sampai ke rumah pada 27 Ogos.Ini gara-gara memilih untuk transit beberapa jam di Sri Lanka.Tak mengapalah,pengalaman yang berbaloi walaupun sedikit memenatkan. Beruntungnya berpeluang menjejakkan kaki ke Sri Lanka.Walaupun bukan secara rasmi,tapi kesempatan yang ada tidak harus dilepaskan.Mungkin tak akan ada peluang kedua.Penginapan mewah yang disediakan,menyusuri pantai yang pernah dilanda tsunami pada Disember 2004,menikmati supper yang ala kadar, mana mungkin ada kesempatan kedua. Cukuplah sekali. Tak sabar rasanya nak tiba di rumah.Mesti mama dah siapkan lauk ikan keli kegemaranku. Ayah...masih sibukkah seperti selalu?Apa khabar agaknya adik-adikku. Dah setahun tak berjumpa. Mesti ada banyak perubahan. Mudah-mudahan cuti ni akan aku gunakan sebaik-baiknya untuk meluangkan masa dengan keluarga tercinta dan teman-teman yang dirindui. Tak dilupakan shopping di Mid Valley (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kembali...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-8172428360513011424?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8172428360513011424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=8172428360513011424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8172428360513011424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8172428360513011424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/08/kembali.html' title='Kembali'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-1767280266315755730</id><published>2007-04-11T08:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:24:05.344+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>If You're......</title><content type='html'>If you're mad with someone, and nobody's there to fix the situation...You fix it. Maybe today, that person still wants to be your friend. And if you don't, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in love with somebody, but that person doesn't know...tell her/him. Maybe today, that person is also in love with you. And if you don't say it, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still love a person that you think has forgotten you... tell her/him. Maybe that person has always loved you. And if you don't tell her/him today, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a hug of a friend...ask her/him for it. May be she/he needs itvmore than you do. And if you don't askvfor it today, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really have friends whom you appreciate...tell them. Maybe they appreciate you as well. And if you don't and they leave or go far away today, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your parents, and never had the chance to show them... do it. Maybe you have them there to show them how you feel. And if you don't and they leave today, then tomorrow can be too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-1767280266315755730?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/1767280266315755730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=1767280266315755730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1767280266315755730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/1767280266315755730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-youre.html' title='If You&apos;re......'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-754912783445088090</id><published>2007-04-07T00:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-03T11:25:52.522+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al-Quran verse'/><title type='text'>2:216</title><content type='html'>"....But it is possible that ye dislike a thing which is good for you, and that ye love a thing which is bad for you. But Allah knoweth, and ye know not"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-754912783445088090?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/754912783445088090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=754912783445088090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/754912783445088090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/754912783445088090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/04/2216.html' title='2:216'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-6209115381187395808</id><published>2007-04-01T10:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:19:07.141+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipal'/><title type='text'>hot..hotter..hottest</title><content type='html'>Manipal is getting hotter day by day. It has not been raining since last October.3 months to go before rain season starts.The atmosphere is dry..the roads are dusty..oh I wish rain will fall off once a while.The weather here is really different from Malaysia.The weather here is between two extremes, summer season (I would say dry season) and rainy season. It is hot right now but it will going to be hotter on May, according to my lecturer. I use umbrella everyday as the sunshine is too strong.In Manipal you have to use umbrella throughout the year.You will need it both during dry season and rainy season.Now,as the weather is getting hotter,I use to take bath 3 times a day.Even a break between morning class and afternoon class I take bath.My lecturers advise my friends and I to drink a lot of mineral water and buy a lot of bottles as stock because it probably become scarce in few weeks.Plus they advised us to avoid the hawkers which selling food at roadside (I never do that).&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..how I wish to watch the season change again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-6209115381187395808?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/6209115381187395808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=6209115381187395808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6209115381187395808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/6209115381187395808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/03/hothotterhottest.html' title='hot..hotter..hottest'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2926696677772552107</id><published>2007-03-25T09:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:47:35.630+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hadith'/><title type='text'>A Du'a from Hadith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000081;"&gt;"I have surrendered myself to You, I have directed my face to You, I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000081;"&gt; entrusted my affairs to You, I have compelled my back to refuge in You, in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000081;"&gt; want and in fright of You, there is no resort nor survival from You except (in turning) to You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000081;"&gt;I have faith in Your book (i.e. the Qur'an) which You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000081;"&gt; brought down and in the Prophet (Muhammad) you have sent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Al-Bukhari, Muslim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-2926696677772552107?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/2926696677772552107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=2926696677772552107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2926696677772552107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/2926696677772552107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/03/dua-from-hadith.html' title='A Du&apos;a from Hadith'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-771376712314706356</id><published>2007-03-24T21:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:20:01.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Proving The Existence Of Allah s.w.t. To An Atheist (Or Anyone)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Dr Zakir Naik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATING AN ATHEIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Normally, when I meet an atheist, the first thing I like to do is to congratulate him and say, " My special congratulations to you", because most of the people who believe in God are doing blind belief - he is a Christian, because his father is a Christian; he is a Hindu, because his father is a Hindu; the majority of the people in the world are blindly following the religion of their fathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An atheist, on the other hand, even though he may belong to a religious family, uses his intellect to deny the existence of God; what ever concept or qualities of God he may have learnt in his religion may not seem to be logical to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Muslim brothers may question me, "Zakir, why are you congratulating  an atheist?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason that I am congratulating an atheist is because he agrees with the first part of the Shahada i.e. the Islamic Creed, ‘La ilaaha’ - meaning ‘there is no God’. So half my job is already done; now the only part left is ‘il lallah’ i.e. ‘BUT ALLAH’ which I shall do Insha Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With others (who are not atheists) I have to first remove from their minds the wrong concept of God they may have and then put the correct concept of one true God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOGICAL CONCEPT OF GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first question to the atheist will be: "What is the definition of God?" For a person to say there is no God, he should know what is the meaning of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I hold a book and say that ‘this is a pen’, for the opposite person to say, ‘it is not a pen’, he should know what is the definition of a pen, even if he does not know nor is able to recognise or identify the object I am holding in my hand. For him to say this is not a pen, he should at least know what a pen means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Similarly for an atheist to say ‘there is no God’, he should at least know the concept of God. His concept of God would be derived from the surroundings in which he lives. The god that a large number of people worship has got human qualities - therefore he does not believe in such a god.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Similarly a Muslim too does not and should not believe in such false gods. If a non-Muslim believes that Islam is a merciless religion with something to do with terrorism; a religion which does not give rights to women; a religion which contradicts science; in his limited sense that non-Muslim is correct to reject such Islam.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;The problem is he has a wrong picture of Islam. Even I reject such a false picture of Islam, but at the same time, it becomes my duty as a Muslim to present the correct picture of Islam to that non-Muslim i.e. Islam is a merciful religion, it gives equal rights to the women, it is not incompatible with logic, reason and science; if I\n present the correct facts about Islam, that non-Muslim may Inshallah accept Islam.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Similarly the atheist rejects the false gods and the duty of every Muslim is to present the correct concept of God which he shall Insha Allah not refuse. (You may refer to my article, ‘Concept of God in Islam’, for more etails)\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;QUR’AN AND MODERN SCIENCE\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;The methods of proving the existence of God with usage of the material provided in the ‘Concept of God in Islam’ to an atheist may satisfy some but not all.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Many atheists demand a scientific proof for the existence of God. I agree that today is the age of science and technology. Let us use scientific knowledge to kill two birds with one stone, i.e. to prove the existence of God and simultaneously prove that the Qur’an is a revelation of God.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;If a new object or a machine, which no one in the world has ever seen or heard of before, is shown to an atheist or any person and then a question is asked, &amp;quot; Who is the\n first person who will be able to provide details of the mechanism of this unknown object?",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Similarly for an atheist to say ‘there is no God’, he should at least know the concept of God. His concept of God would be derived from the surroundings in which he lives. The god that a large number of people worship has got human qualities - therefore he does not believe in such a god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Similarly a Muslim too does not and should not believe in such false gods. If a non-Muslim believes that Islam is a merciless religion with something to do with terrorism; a religion which does not give rights to women; a religion which contradicts science; in his limited sense that non-Muslim is correct to reject such Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The problem is he has a wrong picture of Islam. Even I reject such a false picture of Islam, but at the same time, it becomes my duty as a Muslim to present the correct picture of Islam to that non-Muslim i.e. Islam is a merciful religion, it gives equal rights to the women, it is not incompatible with logic, reason and science; if I present the correct facts about Islam, that non-Muslim may Inshallah accept Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Similarly the atheist rejects the false gods and the duty of every Muslim is to present the correct concept of God which he shall Insha Allah not refuse. (You may refer to my article, ‘Concept of God in Islam’, for more details)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUR’AN AND MODERN SCIENCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The methods of proving the existence of God with usage of the material provided in the ‘Concept of God in Islam’ to an atheist may satisfy some but not all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many atheists demand a scientific proof for the existence of God. I agree that today is the age of science and technology. Let us use scientific knowledge to kill two birds with one stone, i.e. to prove the existence of God and simultaneously prove that the Qur’an is a revelation of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If a new object or a machine, which no one in the world has ever seen or heard of before, is shown to an atheist or any person and then a question is asked, " Who is the first person who will be able to provide details of the mechanism of this unknown object?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;After little bit of thinking, he will reply, ‘the creator of that object.’ Some may say ‘the producer’ while others may say ‘the manufacturer.’ What ever answer the person gives, keep it in your mind, the answer will always be either the creator, the producer, the manufacturer or some what of the same meaning, i.e. the person who has made it or created it. Don’t grapple with words, whatever answer he gives, the meaning will be same, therefore accept it.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;SCIENTIFIC FACTS MENTIONED IN THE QUR’AN:\u003cbr\&gt;for details on this subject please refer to my book, ‘THE QUR’AN AND MODERN SCIENCE – COMPATIBLE OR INCOMPATIBLE? THEORY OF PROBABILITY\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;In mathematics there is a theory known as ‘Theory of Probability’. If you have two options, out of which one is right, and one is wrong, the chances that you will chose the right one is half, i.e. one out of the two will be correct. You\n have 50% chances of being correct. Similarly if you toss a coin the chances that your guess will be correct is 50% (1 out of 2) i.e. 1/2.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;If you toss a coin the second time, the chances that you will be correct in the second toss is again 50% i.e. half. But the chances that you will be correct in both the tosses is half multiplied by half (1/2 x 1/2) which is equal to 1/4 i.e. 50% of 50% which is equal to 25%. If you toss a coin the third time, chances that you will be correct all three times is (1/2 x 1/2 x 1/2) that is 1/8 or 50% of 50% of 50% that is 12½%.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;A dice has got six sides. If you throw a dice and guess any number between 1 to 6, the chances that your guess will be correct is 1/6. If you throw the dice the second time, the chances that your guess will be correct in both the throws is (1/6 x 1/6) which is equal to 1/36. If you throw the dice the third time, the chances that all your three guesses are correct is (1/6 x 1/6 x 1/6) is equal to 1/216\n that is less than 0.5 %.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Let us apply this theory of probability to the Qur’an, and assume that a person has guessed all the information that is mentioned in the Qur’an which was unknown at that time. Let us discuss the probability of all the guesses being simultaneously correct. At the time when the Qur’an was revealed, people thought the world was flat, there are several other options for the shape of the earth. It could be triangular, it could be quadrangular, pentagonal, hexagonal, heptagonal, octagonal, spherical, etc.",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After little bit of thinking, he will reply, ‘the creator of that object.’ Some may say ‘the producer’ while others may say ‘the manufacturer.’ What ever answer the person gives, keep it in your mind, the answer will always be either the creator, the producer, the manufacturer or some what of the same meaning, i.e. the person who has made it or created it. Don’t grapple with words, whatever answer he gives, the meaning will be same, therefore accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCIENTIFIC FACTS MENTIONED IN THE QUR’AN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for details on this subject please refer to my book, ‘THE QUR’AN AND MODERN SCIENCE – COMPATIBLE OR INCOMPATIBLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THEORY OF PROBABILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In mathematics there is a theory known as ‘Theory of Probability’. If you have two options, out of which one is right, and one is wrong, the chances that you will chose the right one is half, i.e. one out of the two will be correct. You have 50% chances of being correct. Similarly if you toss a coin the chances that your guess will be correct is 50% (1 out of 2) i.e. 1/2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you toss a coin the second time, the chances that you will be correct in the second toss is again 50% i.e. half. But the chances that you will be correct in both the tosses is half multiplied by half (1/2 x 1/2) which is equal to 1/4 i.e. 50% of 50% which is equal to 25%. If you toss a coin the third time, chances that you will be correct all three times is (1/2 x 1/2 x 1/2) that is 1/8 or 50% of 50% of 50% that is 12½%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dice has got six sides. If you throw a dice and guess any number between 1 to 6, the chances that your guess will be correct is 1/6. If you throw the dice the second time, the chances that your guess will be correct in both the throws is (1/6 x 1/6) which is equal to 1/36. If you throw the dice the third time, the chances that all your three guesses are correct is (1/6 x 1/6 x 1/6) is equal to 1/216 that is less than 0.5 %.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let us apply this theory of probability to the Qur’an, and assume that a person has guessed all the information that is mentioned in the Qur’an which was unknown at that time. Let us discuss the probability of all the guesses being simultaneously correct. At the time when the Qur’an was revealed, people thought the world was flat, there are several other options for the shape of the earth. It could be triangular, it could be quadrangular, pentagonal, hexagonal, heptagonal, octagonal, spherical, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Lets assume there are about 30 different options for the shape of the earth. The Qur’an rightly says it is spherical, if it was a guess the chances of the guess being correct is 1/30. The light of the moon can be its own light or a reflected light.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;The Qur’an rightly says it is a reflected light. If it is a guess, the chances that it will be correct is 1/2 and the probability that both the guesses i.e the earth is spherical and the\n light of the moon is reflected light is 1/30 x 1/2 \u003d 1/60.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Further, the Qur’an also mentions every living thing is made of water. Every living thing can be made up of either wood, stone, copper, aluminum, steel, silver, gold, oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen, oil, water, cement, concrete, etc. The options are say about 10,000.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;The Qur’an rightly says that everything is made up of water. If it is a guess, the chances that it will be correct is 1/10,000 and the probability of all the three guesses i.e. the earth is spherical, light of moon is reflected light and everything is created from water being correct is 1/30 x 1/2 x 1/10,000 \u003d 1/60,000 which is equal to about .0017%.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;The Qur’an speaks about hundreds of things that were not known to men at the time of its revelation. Only in three options the result is .0017%. I leave it upto you, to work out the probability if all the hundreds of the unknown facts were guesses, the chances of all of them being correct\n guesses simultaneously and there being not a single wrong guess.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;It is beyond human capacity to make all correct guesses without a single mistake, which itself is sufficient to prove to a logical person that the origin of the Qur’an is Divine.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;CREATOR IS THE AUTHOR OF THE QUR’AN\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;The only logical answer to the question as to who could have mentioned all these scientific facts 1400 years ago before they were discovered, is exactly the same answer initially given by the atheist or any person, to the question who will be the first person who will be able to tell the mechanism of the unknown object.",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets assume there are about 30 different options for the shape of the earth. The Qur’an rightly says it is spherical, if it was a guess the chances of the guess being correct is 1/30. The light of the moon can be its own light or a reflected light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Qur’an rightly says it is a reflected light. If it is a guess, the chances that it will be correct is 1/2 and the probability that both the guesses i.e the earth is spherical and the light of the moon is reflected light is 1/30 x 1/2 = 1/60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Further, the Qur’an also mentions every living thing is made of water. Every living thing can be made up of either wood, stone, copper, aluminum, steel, silver, gold, oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen, oil, water, cement, concrete, etc. The options are say about 10,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Qur’an rightly says that everything is made up of water. If it is a guess, the chances that it will be correct is 1/10,000 and the probability of all the three guesses i.e. the earth is spherical, light of moon is reflected light and everything is created from water being correct is 1/30 x 1/2 x 1/10,000 = 1/60,000 which is equal to about .0017%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Qur’an speaks about hundreds of things that were not known to men at the time of its revelation. Only in three options the result is .0017%. I leave it upto you, to work out the probability if all the hundreds of the unknown facts were guesses, the chances of all of them being correct guesses simultaneously and there being not a single wrong guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is beyond human capacity to make all correct guesses without a single mistake, which itself is sufficient to prove to a logical person that the origin of the Qur’an is Divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREATOR IS THE AUTHOR OF THE QUR’AN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only logical answer to the question as to who could have mentioned all these scientific facts 1400 years ago before they were discovered, is exactly the same answer initially given by the atheist or any person, to the question who will be the first person who will be able to tell the mechanism of the unknown object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;It is the ‘CREATOR’, the producer, the Manufacturer of the whole universe and its contents. In the English language He is ‘God’, or more appropriate in the Arabic language, ‘ALLAH’.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;QUR’AN IS A BOOK OF SIGNS AND NOT SCIENCE\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Let me remind you that the Qur’an is not a book of Science, ‘S-C-I-E-N-C-E’ but a book of Signs ‘S-I-G-N-S’ i.e. a book\n of ayaats. The Qur’an contains more than 6,000 ayaats, i.e. ‘signs’, out of which more than a thousand speak about Science. I am not trying to prove that the Qur’an is the word of God using scientific knowledge as a yard stick because any yardstick is supposed to be more superior than what is being checked or verified.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;For us Muslims the Qur’an is the Furqan i.e. criteria to judge right from wrong and the ultimate yardstick which is more superior to scientific knowledge. But for an educated man who is an atheist, scientific knowledge is the ultimate test which he believes in.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;We do know that science many a times takes ‘U’ turns, therefore I have restricted the examples only to scientific facts which have sufficient proof and evidence and not scientific theories based on assumptions. Using the ultimate yardstick of the atheist, I am trying to prove to him that the Qur’an is the word of God and it contains the scientific knowledge which is his yardstick which\n was discovered recently, while the Qur’an was revealed 1400 year ago. At the end of the discussion, we both come to the same conclusion that God though superior to science, is not incompatible with it.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;SCIENCE IS ELIMINATING MODELS OF GOD BUT NOT GOD\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Francis Bacon, the famous philosopher, has rightly said that a little knowledge of science makes man an atheist, but an in-depth study of science makes him a believer in God.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Scientists today are eliminating models of God, but they are not eliminating God. If you translate this into Arabic, it is La illaha illal la, There is no god, (god with a small ‘g’ that is fake god) but God (with a capital ‘G’). Surah Fussilat: &amp;quot;Soon We will show them our signs in the (farthest) regions (of the earth), and in their own souls, until it becomes manifest to them that this is the Truth. Is it not enough that thy Lord doth witness all things?&amp;quot; [Al-Quran 41:53]",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is the ‘CREATOR’, the producer, the Manufacturer of the whole universe and its contents. In the English language He is ‘God’, or more appropriate in the Arabic language, ‘ALLAH’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUR’AN IS A BOOK OF SIGNS AND NOT SCIENCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me remind you that the Qur’an is not a book of Science, ‘S-C-I-E-N-C-E’ but a book of Signs ‘S-I-G-N-S’ i.e. a book of ayaats. The Qur’an contains more than 6,000 ayaats, i.e. ‘signs’, out of which more than a thousand speak about Science. I am not trying to prove that the Qur’an is the word of God using scientific knowledge as a yard stick because any yardstick is supposed to be more superior than what is being checked or verified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For us Muslims the Qur’an is the Furqan i.e. criteria to judge right from wrong and the ultimate yardstick which is more superior to scientific knowledge. But for an educated man who is an atheist, scientific knowledge is the ultimate test which he believes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We do know that science many a times takes ‘U’ turns, therefore I have restricted the examples only to scientific facts which have sufficient proof and evidence and not scientific theories based on assumptions. Using the ultimate yardstick of the atheist, I am trying to prove to him that the Qur’an is the word of God and it contains the scientific knowledge which is his yardstick which was discovered recently, while the Qur’an was revealed 1400 year ago. At the end of the discussion, we both come to the same conclusion that God though superior to science, is not incompatible with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCIENCE IS ELIMINATING MODELS OF GOD BUT NOT GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Francis Bacon, the famous philosopher, has rightly said that a little knowledge of science makes man an atheist, but an in-depth study of science makes him a believer in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scientists today are eliminating models of God, but they are not eliminating God. If you translate this into Arabic, it is La illaha illal la, There is no god, (god with a small ‘g’ that is fake god) but God (with a capital ‘G’). Surah Fussilat: "Soon We will show them our signs in the (farthest) regions (of the earth), and in their own souls, until it becomes manifest to them that this is the Truth. Is it not enough that thy Lord doth witness all things?" [Al-Quran 41:53]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-771376712314706356?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/771376712314706356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=771376712314706356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/771376712314706356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/771376712314706356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/03/proving-existence-of-allah-swt-to.html' title='Proving The Existence Of Allah s.w.t. To An Atheist (Or Anyone)'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-8847810857744392149</id><published>2007-03-24T08:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:22:44.797+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tazkirah'/><title type='text'>Tazkirah...jUsT OnE MiNuTe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGNS OF WEAK IMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Committing sins and not feeling any guilt.&lt;br /&gt;2) Having a hard heart and no desire to read the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;3) Feeling too lazy to do good deeds, e.g. being late for Salat&lt;br /&gt;4) Neglecting the Sunnah.&lt;br /&gt;5) Having mood swings, for instance being upset about petty things and bothered and irritated most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;6) Not feeling anything when hearing verses from the Quran, for example when Allah warns us of punishment and His promise of glad tidings.&lt;br /&gt;7) Finding difficulty in remembering Allah and making Dhikr.&lt;br /&gt;8) Not feeling bad when things are done against the Shariah.&lt;br /&gt;9) Desiring status and wealth.&lt;br /&gt;10) Being mean and miserly, i.e. not wanting to part with wealth.&lt;br /&gt;11) Ordering others to do good deeds when not practising them ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;12) Feeling pleased when things are not progressing for others.&lt;br /&gt;13) Making fun of people who do simple good deeds, like cleaning the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;14) Not feeling concerned about the situation of Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;15) Not feeling the responsibility to do something to promote Islam.&lt;br /&gt;16) Being unable to deal with calamities, for instance crying and yelling in funerals.&lt;br /&gt;17) Liking to argue just for the sake of arguing without any proof.&lt;br /&gt;18) Becoming engrossed and very involved with dunya, worldly things, i.e. feeling bad only when losing something in terms of material wealth.&lt;br /&gt;19) Becoming engrossed and obsessive about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAYS TO INCREASE OUR IMAAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Recite and ponder on the meanings of the Quran. Tranquillity then descends and our hearts become soft. To get optimum benefit, remind yourself that Allah is speaking to you. People are described in differentcategories in the Quran; think of which one you find yourself in.&lt;br /&gt;2) Realize the greatness of Allah. Everything is under His control. There are signs in everything we see that points us to His greatness. Everything happens according to His permission. Allah keeps track and looks after everything, even a black ant on a black rock on a black moonless night.&lt;br /&gt;3) Make an effort to gain knowledge. People who have Taqwa are those who have knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;4) Attend gatherings where Allah is remembered. In such gatherings we are surrounded by angels.&lt;br /&gt;5) We have to increase our good deeds. One good deed leads to another good deed. Allah will make the way easy for someone who gives charity and also make it easy for him or her to do good deeds. Good deeds must be done continuously, not in spurts.&lt;br /&gt;6) We must fear the miserable end to our lives; the remembrance of death is the destroyer of pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;7) Remember the different levels of akhirah, for instance when we are put in our graves, when we are judged, whether we will be in paradise or hell.&lt;br /&gt;8) Make Doa, realize that we need Allah. Be humble. Don't covet material things in this life.&lt;br /&gt;9) Our love for ALLAH Subhana Wa Tuala must be shownin actions. We must hope Allah will accept our prayers, and be in constant fear that we do wrong. At night before going to sleep, we must think about what good we did during that day.&lt;br /&gt;10) Realize the effects of sins and disobedience- one's Iman is increased with good deeds and our Iman is decreased by bad deeds. Everything that happens is because Allah wanted it. When calamity befalls us- it is also from Allah. It is a direct result of our disobedience to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha (Razi AllahuTa`ala anhaa), the wife of Hazrat Muhammad(Sallallahu alaihe wa aalihe wasallam), reported Hazrat Muhammad(Sallallahu alaihe wa aalihi wassalam) as saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kindness is not to be found in anything but that it adds to its beauty and it is not withdrawn from anything but it makes it defective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;(Narrated in Sahih Muslim, Book 3, Number 6274)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riches does not mean having a great amount of property; real wealth is self-contentment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" . (Sahih Bukhari Book 81, Chapter 15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-8847810857744392149?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/8847810857744392149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=8847810857744392149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8847810857744392149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/8847810857744392149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/03/tazkirahjust-one-minute.html' title='Tazkirah...jUsT OnE MiNuTe'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-2409771997570857455</id><published>2007-02-19T17:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:42:04.176+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>GOA...GOA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6r5NDHkaGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MlSP_kqvXy0/s1600-h/goa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164213925304363106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6r5NDHkaGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MlSP_kqvXy0/s400/goa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's time for shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164215815089973362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6r67DHkaHI/AAAAAAAAACY/vtqFjwUj2BE/s400/goa2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;the cool seawater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164217103580162178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6r8GDHkaII/AAAAAAAAACg/2hhwPj9L7p0/s400/goa3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;sandcastle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164218185911920786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6r9FDHkaJI/AAAAAAAAACo/3zH9dy69VH0/s400/goa4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;help..help..we're drowning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164220002683087010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6r-uzHkaKI/AAAAAAAAACw/yucwX7LtnUY/s400/goa5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a pose before dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164221222453799090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6r_1zHkaLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RU3C1BkRIMc/s400/goa6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;some kind of decoration at our villa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-4735357917921941612</id><published>2007-02-14T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:49:08.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>a poem from anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the World's not on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't know where to run to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't know where to hide...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gaze at the stars in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the mountain so high...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the tears in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking for a reason...to replace what is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember...remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you are never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just reach into your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is always there!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through sorrow and through grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through happiness and peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-4735357917921941612?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/4735357917921941612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209000235520486945.post-3088190932943178339</id><published>2007-02-14T15:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:42:04.333+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Becoming Legal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6cbFDHkaAI/AAAAAAAAABg/0l_X7tlVVmc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163125271353911298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6cbFDHkaAI/AAAAAAAAABg/0l_X7tlVVmc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;A not-so-suprised face&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a surprising and touching moment.It's my birthday and everyone was threwing a surprise birthday party for me.My first ever surprise birthday party.After 21 years of living,this is the first time someone planning a birthday party for me.What makes it sweeter is the next day I went to Taj Mahal,one of the Seven Wonders presently.Somehow I celebrated my 21st birthday (the day when people said you become 'legal') in Agra,India.Priceless moments.I remembered how a friend of mine envied me because my birthday fall during our trip to Golden Triangle (Delhi,Agra,Jaipur).I've got my 'present' already.SEEING TAJ MAHAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,it's a really touching moment.I've cried at that time. Everything was arranged perfectly and I did not suspect any unusual.They tricked me to go to toilet so that they could preparing the event.For a minute,I felt really stupid but later when each one of them wishing my birthday,my tears started rolling down.I'm easily get touched.Feel like being appreciated.The musicians played the birthday song for me using the sitar (if I'm not mistaken). Although the cake was a bit terrible,I'm really grateful for those who planning all this. Unforgettable memories.The next day,which the real date of my birthday,our tour guide sang a birthday song in Hindi just for me (sorry guys,don't jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year older,one step wiser...Insha-Allah (may have a quality year onwards)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209000235520486945-3088190932943178339?l=miaqistina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/feeds/3088190932943178339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209000235520486945&amp;postID=3088190932943178339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3088190932943178339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209000235520486945/posts/default/3088190932943178339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaqistina.blogspot.com/2007/02/becoming-legal.html' title='Becoming Legal'/><author><name>MIA QISTINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03021241236802120747</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/_wbpjspfJuYg/SSGjVgNRt6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/he7IDi_Eg_o/S220/n1257243927_30125623_5484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbpjspfJuYg/R6cbFDHkaAI/AAAAAAAAABg/0l_X7tlVVmc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
