<?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-8026403690550900287</id><updated>2012-02-07T17:22:52.540+11:00</updated><title type='text'>And the bluebird sings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7258023411620278147</id><published>2011-08-01T18:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:54:01.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The book that ended in heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.indiandownunder.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Jhumpa-Lahiri-Unaccustomjed-Earth-book-Jacket-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.indiandownunder.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Jhumpa-Lahiri-Unaccustomjed-Earth-book-Jacket-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why.&lt;div&gt;Why do a lot of things have to end in heartache? Why wont they end with confetti or laughter or happy endings that make me envious over the fact that this fictional narrative is making me crumple in want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is such a good book. It is very well written, so well written that I am scolding myself for taking such a long time to finish it. It is made up of several short stories that bear the same motif: Indian families who travel to a different country, USA, to make better of the lives that they so struggle to live in their own. I must praise Lahiri for her ability to write with such precision that I myself was able to connect with although I am neither Indian nor am I in the USA. The point in discussion is that this book tells us about struggles and sacrifices that Indians have to go through in their journey to create something valuable in their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you may already have realised, I love books about India or the Indian people and their customs. I don't necessarily have a valid reason why but to me they are the very definition of struggle and independence. We see Indians everywhere around the world, we learn to hate them, we learn to love them, we learn to envy them and we learn to question their existence. How can they be in so many parts of the world? How can a dark-skinned person who shakes his head for both Yes and No, learn to speak Japanese fluently. How can this person be so successful when they look so unquestionably gullible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it as it may, Indians can get on your nerves but when you read many books about them as I have done, you will realise how special this race of people are. Words can't even begin to describe but all I say is put your judgments aside and study these people. They are like ants. And if you know ants, you'll get what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, look for this book and read it. You'll discover many emotions that you have denied feeling towards these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7258023411620278147?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7258023411620278147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-that-ended-in-heartache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7258023411620278147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7258023411620278147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-that-ended-in-heartache.html' title='The book that ended in heartache'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-805358677798130126</id><published>2011-08-01T12:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:42:07.622+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back, Ramadhan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Assalammualaikum,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st of August marks the first day of fasting month for those in Melbourne, UK and other places who recognize this day as the start of the blessed month of Ramadhan. We will start tomorrow in Brunei. Nevertheless, it does not make us complacent about the benefits of fasting and following the Dos and Don'ts of the month that has been long awaited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so honoured and lucky to be given another breath of life by the Creator, that I have been given another chance to see this Ramadhan, that I will be able to show my love for Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Ramadhan was when I decided to wear the hijab full-time. Alhamdulillah, this Ramadhan around, that devotion to Allah, that promise to slowly become a better Muslimah, has not faltered and I have fulfilled this one promise that was once so hard to do. Alhamdulillah, this is one of the signs that shows that Allah has not forgotten me and that he has led me to the straight path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only hope that this Ramadhan brings me a lot more of Allah's hidayah and I hope that I will learn more about Islam and how blessed I am to be a muslim. InsyAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of stories to share with everyone but first, I'll need to decide whether I'd like to change venues or stay here. This URL has been around for far too long. I think it's time to start anew, no?&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/8026403690550900287-805358677798130126?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/805358677798130126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-back-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/805358677798130126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/805358677798130126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-back-ramadhan.html' title='Welcome back, Ramadhan.'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-547799966808276678</id><published>2011-07-27T09:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:32:47.925+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Amin Amin Amin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1439887199/New_Logo_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Islamic Thoughts (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/IslamicThinking"&gt;@IslamicThinking&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/islamicthinking/status/95997011106598913"&gt;7/27/11 7:20 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;May Allah SWT bless us all - accept our duas, forgive our sins, multiply our hasanat, grant us good health &amp;amp; happiness &amp;amp; ultimately Jannah.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-547799966808276678?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/547799966808276678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/07/amin-amin-amin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/547799966808276678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/547799966808276678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/07/amin-amin-amin.html' title='Amin Amin Amin'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-3103792062378695680</id><published>2011-07-19T08:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:52:44.747+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/331538056/_-2_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ann Curry (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/AnnCurry"&gt;@AnnCurry&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/anncurry/status/93064673657753600"&gt;7/19/11 5:08 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Anger is the ultimate destroyer of your own peace of mind. Anger never destroy the person who creates your anger." -Dalai Lama&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-3103792062378695680?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/3103792062378695680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/07/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3103792062378695680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3103792062378695680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/07/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1062466135976794638</id><published>2011-06-30T13:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:36:48.118+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Perks of Life</title><content type='html'>Coffee, albeit crappy, still can give you that superficial superiority&lt;br&gt;towards your fatigue.&lt;p&gt;Is that how we should approach life then?&lt;p&gt;Anyway, how have you been? How was your holiday yesterday? Mine was&lt;br&gt;splendid as I spent it with the loved ones over good food, Jackass 3D&lt;br&gt;and a weird lame ass horror flick called Setan Facebook LOL!&lt;p&gt;I prepared lamb shoulder with a recipe that I adapted from Jamie&lt;br&gt;Oliver and also cooked butter lamb for my cousin who celebrated her&lt;br&gt;birthday the day before. It was good. I mean, the lamb shoulder was&lt;br&gt;freaking exquisite! Four hours in the oven cooking on medium heat,&lt;br&gt;with just salt, pepper, olive oil, mint and rosemary but tastes oh&lt;br&gt;soooo delish! How can you not fall in love? I used lamb shoulder&lt;br&gt;cutlets but if I had used whole lamb shoulder, it would have been a&lt;br&gt;feast for the face! Would&amp;#39;ve been nice.&lt;p&gt;OK real reason I am here is because I have been keeping something very&lt;br&gt;very quiet since god knows when. I have never shared this with anyone&lt;br&gt;else except with my boyfriend and people I&amp;#39;m very very majorly close&lt;br&gt;with.&lt;p&gt;Scenario:&lt;br&gt;I grew up with this person yeah, shared ups and downs, tears and blood&lt;br&gt;and sweat and gore. We exchanged life stories, swapped our lives one&lt;br&gt;point or another. We were inseparable, like siblings.&lt;p&gt;But of course as time passes and hearts yonder, we grew apart. Our&lt;br&gt;interests aren&amp;#39;t the same anymore, our opinions clash and I find that&lt;br&gt;being myself is better than anything else in this world. I mean, why&lt;br&gt;should I even pretend to be someone I&amp;#39;m not when I&amp;#39;m much more&lt;br&gt;comfortable and confident being in my own skin? I dress up how I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;most comfortable in, wear shoes that I love and can walk in, wear&lt;br&gt;pants that lets me forget about how big my bum is and I stick to what&lt;br&gt;I believe in, especially when somebody asks for my opinion. Well&lt;br&gt;sometimes they dont even have to ask for my opinion. Most people who&lt;br&gt;are used to me know what my opinions are because I have never ever let&lt;br&gt;out something unless I feel strongly about it. So I feel strongly&lt;br&gt;about so many things but so what? That should not deter you from&lt;br&gt;having your own opposing opinion. That&amp;#39;s how I respect people, they&lt;br&gt;must have an argument with me first in order for me to raise an&lt;br&gt;opinion about them. If you just sit there talking smack about every&lt;br&gt;single being within your sight, well you ought to know by now exactly&lt;br&gt;what I think about you. So you know, if I don&amp;#39;t really talk to you,&lt;br&gt;you know why. Because it is always better to keep quiet when you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;angry about something, it&amp;#39;s only right. Go figure.&lt;p&gt;So yes, this thing that I have been keeping quiet about kay. I don&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;get why you need to do that to every single person who has hopes for&lt;br&gt;you. I had hopes for you. I hoped for so many things. But you have not&lt;br&gt;been even close to being helpful. How can you neglect us with your&lt;br&gt;defense that&amp;#39;s as close as hot turd? I will not take that defense of&lt;br&gt;yours as something acceptable because it just ain&amp;#39;t! So you&amp;#39;re saying&lt;br&gt;the reason why you&amp;#39;re always not giving us face is because whenever&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re occupied you have to be selfish? Maybe it is acceptable but you&lt;br&gt;are always occupied. Please put that insanity aside and be as sane as&lt;br&gt;possible, if you can! I cannot cope with this stupidity of yours. We&lt;br&gt;all grew up together, and you&amp;#39;re pushing us aside just because your&lt;br&gt;occupied state would need you to be neglectful? What kind of a reason&lt;br&gt;is that for defense purpose? Oh my god! When I found out I was&lt;br&gt;screaming &amp;quot;SELFISH SELFISH SELFISH!!!&amp;quot; in my head and you cannot even&lt;br&gt;imagine how much I want to shake you right now and make you realise&lt;br&gt;how stupid your actions are.&lt;p&gt;Why are you being like this? Have you not learn anything from the&lt;br&gt;people around you? Have you not realise that being selfish does not&lt;br&gt;bring you anywhere but towards breakdown? You have seen it yourself on&lt;br&gt;you and you are experiencing it right now. But why are you selling&lt;br&gt;your story and making it as if you&amp;#39;re the one being victimised? Please&lt;br&gt;have some heart! Please just realise that what you&amp;#39;re doing right now&lt;br&gt;will only sink you to the bottom of the food chain and you will always&lt;br&gt;be victimised from now on, starting from your sad retarded story of&lt;br&gt;YOU being the victim. NO. The answer, and I interject, NO. Because you&lt;br&gt;always try to play the I am Cute Therefore You Have To Worship Me Thus&lt;br&gt;What I Say You Must Believe card. You are pathetic! Pleassseeee how do&lt;br&gt;I even start to make you realise the mistake that you are doing right&lt;br&gt;now?&lt;p&gt;I have included you in all of the phases in my life. I welcome you&lt;br&gt;into my home. I feed you the food of my loom. I share you my remedies&lt;br&gt;for the pain that you feel. We ALL have done that for you, show that&lt;br&gt;we care, show that we love you but how do you repay us? With NOTHING!&lt;br&gt;Please, do you not realise that what you&amp;#39;re doing right now is insane&lt;br&gt;beyond believe? Look at those people whom you refer to as your best&lt;br&gt;friends, they are stabbing your back again and again with a blunt&lt;br&gt;knife that they took from your house!!! Will this insanity ever stop?&lt;p&gt;You know what, I will always welcome you back and help you when you so&lt;br&gt;need but I don&amp;#39;t think how I feel towards you will ever be the same&lt;br&gt;again. Of course we grew up together and we&amp;#39;ve cried a thousand tears&lt;br&gt;and we wished to millions of stars. But now I just can&amp;#39;t accept you&lt;br&gt;for who you are because what you are are full of pretentiousness. You&lt;br&gt;put on a mask in front of people and while slowly seeping these people&lt;br&gt;into giving you the attention you crave, you manipulate them, put&lt;br&gt;strings on their limbs to move them like puppets, treat them wrong and&lt;br&gt;then break their hearts. They wallow in self loathe while you move on&lt;br&gt;to your next victim.&lt;p&gt;You, please, wake the damn hell up! This life is only temporary. You&lt;br&gt;mustn&amp;#39;t be careless about it. You do not need to feel like you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;being left out if you don&amp;#39;t have all those things that others have.&lt;br&gt;You do not need to overdraw your credit card in order to satisfy your&lt;br&gt;lust for things you can&amp;#39;t even afford. Why do you need to do that? Do&lt;br&gt;you know of the things I have heard being spoken of you by many? In&lt;br&gt;their eyes you are vulnerable but in their opinions you are just&lt;br&gt;wasting your life away.&lt;p&gt;I hope in time you will read this post and realise that it has not&lt;br&gt;been possible for me to approach you and reach out and that I have&lt;br&gt;given up. I hope that you will read this and realise that you have&lt;br&gt;been making a grave mistake. You have more for you in this life, why&lt;br&gt;are you wasting it? While we sit here and shake our heads towards you,&lt;br&gt;you laugh at us saying that we&amp;#39;re leaving out on so many things.&lt;br&gt;Buddy, you need to realise that the person looking back at you from&lt;br&gt;the mirror is not smiling in the heart anymore. So please. Realise it&lt;br&gt;on your own. We all know that you&amp;#39;re not happy. We all know that you&lt;br&gt;crave for attention. We have given you our attention and tried helping&lt;br&gt;you but you decided to ignore and follow the waters that flow towards&lt;br&gt;a dark alley that has nothing inside.&lt;p&gt;We will wait for you in our state of mediocrity. You might look at us&lt;br&gt;as if we&amp;#39;re poor souls, without money and material possessions but&lt;br&gt;please realise that when we all have aged, that it is not material&lt;br&gt;possessions and money that keeps the soul alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1062466135976794638?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1062466135976794638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/perks-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1062466135976794638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1062466135976794638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/perks-of-life.html' title='Perks of Life'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-3153661514462212663</id><published>2011-06-28T21:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:18:23.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1268292847/Twitter_Logo_Editor_2_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Islamic Thoughts (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/IslamicThinking"&gt;@IslamicThinking&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/islamicthinking/status/85667565891887104"&gt;6/28/11 7:15 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude to you. Not because they are NOT nice, but because you ARE nice. &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=#islam"&gt;#islam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-3153661514462212663?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/3153661514462212663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/islamic-thoughts-islamicthinking-62811.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3153661514462212663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3153661514462212663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/islamic-thoughts-islamicthinking-62811.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-8756051526148932816</id><published>2011-06-27T15:47:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:47:30.258+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Air of Pretentiousness That Surrounds Everyone</title><content type='html'>Coz I ran for LOVE.&lt;br&gt;RAN FOR LOVE!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh God save me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love how pretentious the setting of this place is. Box upon box of beings facing the tube, staring at the quiet satisfaction of moolahs getting into their pocket every quarter. And they don&amp;#39;t even have to do a thing. Is this the kind of jargon I&amp;#39;m being seeped into now? Can I ever be satisfied with what I have, ever? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Why did I have all principles when I&amp;#39;m just gonna break them?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because, ladies and gents, I ain&amp;#39;t. My journey has just begun.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-8756051526148932816?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/8756051526148932816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/air-of-pretentiousness-that-surrounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8756051526148932816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8756051526148932816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/air-of-pretentiousness-that-surrounds.html' title='The Air of Pretentiousness That Surrounds Everyone'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4480298596361460164</id><published>2011-06-25T10:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T10:21:56.175+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.twimg.com/profile_images/501493415/transparentgod80x80_normal.png" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spiritual Truths (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/TheGodLight"&gt;@TheGodLight&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/thegodlight/status/84400387595051008"&gt;6/25/11 7:19 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is a pilgrimage towards Heaven, any path will get you there, though some paths are more rewarding than others.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4480298596361460164?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4480298596361460164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/spiritual-truths-thegodlight-62511-719.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4480298596361460164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4480298596361460164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/spiritual-truths-thegodlight-62511-719.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-8919314354366491212</id><published>2011-06-22T11:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:50:45.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Under-Employed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1397925496/polaroid_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fae Mohamad Aus (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/pumpkinfae"&gt;@pumpkinfae&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/pumpkinfae/status/83345174394179585"&gt;6/22/11 9:26 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Learnt a new word. "Under-employed". Basically means being employed in a job you're overqualified for for the sake of having something to do&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-8919314354366491212?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/8919314354366491212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-under-employed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8919314354366491212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8919314354366491212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-under-employed.html' title='I am Under-Employed.'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1741696143237784840</id><published>2011-06-21T11:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T11:48:28.214+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stallion</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was told to slow down because I finished doing six&lt;br&gt;spreadsheets in an hour.&lt;p&gt;I am having BRIDEX withdrawals. I used to be very very busy, database&lt;br&gt;to update every other minute, floor plan to change every other hour,&lt;br&gt;meetings from morning til afternoon, clients to see everyday, sales to&lt;br&gt;make every split second and the overwhelming stress to endure. It was&lt;br&gt;fulfilling and uplifting.&lt;p&gt;I miss that. I want that.&lt;p&gt;I am a nomad here. Moving from PC to PC with every absence, occupying&lt;br&gt;the emptiness of desks of those who met with MCs or vacations. My job&lt;br&gt;is short of the thrill I am used to. But I chose this. I wanted this&lt;br&gt;because the offer is tonnes and tonnes better even for a menial&lt;br&gt;position.&lt;p&gt;That satisfaction I crave that comes with stress will soon suffice.&lt;br&gt;Til then, I&amp;#39;ll take advantage of this flexi hour to complete chores&lt;br&gt;and hopes I long have left to do something else.&lt;p&gt;I love that You are challenging me with this hardship now. I know that&lt;br&gt;one day I&amp;#39;ll look back at these times and be thankful that despite all&lt;br&gt;the questions and remarks people have thrown at me, I never gave up&lt;br&gt;hope that better things are bound to appear.&lt;p&gt;If one day better things HAVE appeared, then I&amp;#39;ll be happy that my&lt;br&gt;aspirations did happen and that I am indeed not the type of person who&lt;br&gt;just sits there doing nothing. All of those who has called me unstable&lt;br&gt;for taking so many risks with my life thus far, thank you. For&lt;br&gt;everything I am not has made me everything I am today.&lt;p&gt;Alhamdulillah for the rizq you&amp;#39;ve given to me, ya Allah. I know I am a&lt;br&gt;person of so many imperfections and fault, I deserve everything, and I&lt;br&gt;am thankful.&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1741696143237784840?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1741696143237784840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/stallion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1741696143237784840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1741696143237784840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/stallion.html' title='Stallion'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-865153636778223943</id><published>2011-06-01T12:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:52:01.865+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Different Kinds of People You'll Meet In Life</title><content type='html'>And I am bound to meet some more as time passes by; when I get old I&amp;#39;d like to tell my grandkids that I am not going to teach them how to deal with peoples&amp;#39; personalities but let them experience these people all to their own because if not, how will they ever learn?&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am learning it the hard way. I am pretty darn sure that everybody else is too but we handle things differently and it&amp;#39;s the most patient of us all who&amp;#39;ll get to benefit from this lesson. I don&amp;#39;t need to take any bullshit from people who don&amp;#39;t bring me nothing but annoyance. Come on, bringing me bad news about other people I don&amp;#39;t even care about? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tired of this.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-865153636778223943?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/865153636778223943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/different-kinds-of-people-youll-meet-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/865153636778223943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/865153636778223943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/06/different-kinds-of-people-youll-meet-in.html' title='The Different Kinds of People You&apos;ll Meet In Life'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5688940985818669348</id><published>2011-05-19T00:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:10:46.069+10:00</updated><title type='text'>@QuranHadis, 5/18/11 9:20 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.twimg.com/profile_images/1357455719/tumblr_ll4ongVK9S1qgijquo1_500_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Love Islam (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/QuranHadis"&gt;@QuranHadis&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/quranhadis/status/70841307416899584"&gt;5/18/11 9:20 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't let popularity go to your head, for it never lasts and you may lose from it more than gain. &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=#rule"&gt;#rule&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=#muslim"&gt;#muslim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5688940985818669348?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5688940985818669348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/quranhadis-51811-920-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5688940985818669348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5688940985818669348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/quranhadis-51811-920-pm.html' title='@QuranHadis, 5/18/11 9:20 PM'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7542184097046747702</id><published>2011-05-16T09:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:53:38.973+10:00</updated><title type='text'>@IslamicThinking, 5/16/11 4:00 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1268292847/Twitter_Logo_Editor_2_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Islamic Thoughts (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/IslamicThinking"&gt;@IslamicThinking&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/islamicthinking/status/69854604334071808"&gt;5/16/11 4:00 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whatever your goal, you can get there if you're willing to work. Work towards your deen. &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=#islam"&gt;#islam&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=#wsdom"&gt;#wsdom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=#think"&gt;#think&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7542184097046747702?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7542184097046747702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/islamicthinking-51611-400-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7542184097046747702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7542184097046747702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/islamicthinking-51611-400-am.html' title='@IslamicThinking, 5/16/11 4:00 AM'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7854964809000672643</id><published>2011-05-08T23:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:52:13.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Purpose In Life</title><content type='html'>Is to be she who will bring me to jannah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;InsyAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just need to remind myself that before I start to mutter under my breath at every single annoying thing that&amp;#39;s thrown on my face. But you know, sometimes I can&amp;#39;t help it. I am only human with demonic misdemeanors. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7854964809000672643?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7854964809000672643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-purpose-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7854964809000672643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7854964809000672643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-purpose-in-life.html' title='My Purpose In Life'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-9113961154521514371</id><published>2011-05-05T07:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:49:41.778+10:00</updated><title type='text'>@TheGodLight, 5/5/11 4:03 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/501493415/transparentgod80x80_normal.png" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spiritual Truths (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/TheGodLight"&gt;@TheGodLight&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/thegodlight/status/65869141948628992"&gt;5/5/11 4:03 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Only the development of compassion &amp;amp; understanding for others can bring the tranquility &amp;amp; happiness we seek: Dalai Lama&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-9113961154521514371?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/9113961154521514371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/thegodlight-5511-403-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/9113961154521514371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/9113961154521514371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/thegodlight-5511-403-am.html' title='@TheGodLight, 5/5/11 4:03 AM'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-2481089778468031815</id><published>2011-05-02T01:13:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:13:32.759+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All ye who believe</title><content type='html'>Assalammualaikum&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone&amp;#39;s had a blessed week. It&amp;#39;s 1 May now, which marks the start of my third month working. There are ups and downs and sometimes I hang in the middle, but most of all I enjoy my time there. It&amp;#39;s unlike all the other places I have worked at which means a lot to me and I am very thankful to have been given the opportunity to earn something in return of the stress that I&amp;#39;ve to go through. Alhamdulillah. Two more months now and my employment will be over. I&amp;#39;m not wallowing but instead I&amp;#39;m ready for the challenges that might befall upon me. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe things happen for a reason - and reasons, may they sometimes be mind-boggling and sometimes just a place in the dark that waits to come out, come in different shapes and sizes and even then these attributes come with their own reasons. Reasons upon reasons of reasons that we don&amp;#39;t get and blame on others but you know, things do happen for a reason. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not complaining about this temporary job that I&amp;#39;m working. I don&amp;#39;t agree to those people who say that this thing that I&amp;#39;m doing is only worth to be done by those whose qualifications are lower than mine. I did not grow up believing that money grow on trees so don&amp;#39;t expect me to act like things are going to just land on my lap by two clicks of my heels. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all ye who believe, who are in the same exact position that I am in, all you have to do is believe and dream and when you put your heart into something go and pursue. Just talking and thrashing and blaming is not enough, all those will not do you any justice, it will only make you look dumb and lazy so please, step it up and give us a chance to sit and look at your progress so we could have something to be proud of. I often look forward to meet freshies who are seeking for jobs, whether temporary or voluntary, because they are always ones with fresh colourful ideas and the zest for life that they have always reminds me of how I was five or ten years ago. That is why I so much love hanging out with people from different walks of life and ages, the different take about life and journey to becoming who they want to become is just simply amazing that sometimes it gets me thinking that I should realign my purpose. Which I often do and don&amp;#39;t see anything wrong with. The reason why we&amp;#39;re made different from one another is so that we&amp;#39;d learn from each other and about one another. Even the Quran says so. It is no reason to diss but love. I learnt that from experience. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this very moment, I am set to believe that I am capable of big things. Because I have been given something and I finished it all on my own. That kind of trust that has been given to me has made me believe that even on my own I am able to achieve big things. It may me minor when compared to its primary branch but it is still recognised as something as important. I love the feeling that I&amp;#39;m feeling right now whenever I think about it but at the moment my mind is set to start on something new. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do miss doing the usual creative stuff that I do but I guess the thing that I&amp;#39;m doing right now is practicing me to be somebody who should be ready for any sort of criticism thrown my way. Critique bombs. I&amp;#39;ve practiced since I worked helping revamp a company website and on to the next one and the this one. I&amp;#39;m glad that my work matters enough for people to criticise and I am ever so thankful. Alhamdulillah. This is as much as teaching me to be more patient with other people and also to be hospitable to the needs of people. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh.... I love my job and the things that come with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can&amp;#39;t say I want to do this forever but at this very moment I am not complaining :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-2481089778468031815?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/2481089778468031815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-ye-who-believe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2481089778468031815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2481089778468031815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-ye-who-believe.html' title='All ye who believe'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1980451283030859753</id><published>2011-04-21T21:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:38:41.822+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Malay, you are in my blood but it&amp;#39;s so hard to utter you... &lt;p&gt;Bahasa melayu.&lt;p&gt;Nyeh&lt;p&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1980451283030859753?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1980451283030859753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/04/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1980451283030859753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1980451283030859753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/04/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4242490851148767693</id><published>2011-04-13T20:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:32:53.207+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, you are so kind :)</title><content type='html'>Nisa Halim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4242490851148767693?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4242490851148767693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/04/wednesday-you-are-so-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4242490851148767693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4242490851148767693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/04/wednesday-you-are-so-kind.html' title='Wednesday, you are so kind :)'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1730359707876382948</id><published>2011-04-06T01:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:15:09.128+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The gullible and the shrewd... We make quite a match.</title><content type='html'>Nisa Halim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1730359707876382948?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1730359707876382948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/04/gullible-and-shrew-we-make-quite-match.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1730359707876382948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1730359707876382948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/04/gullible-and-shrew-we-make-quite-match.html' title='The gullible and the shrewd... We make quite a match.'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-2778767318021370535</id><published>2011-04-04T22:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:09:16.435+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedated</title><content type='html'>Wow, finally had the time to actually SIT and put my thoughts into words (I hope). At last I am here sitting in my room at 7.30pm when usually I'd be out sweating away and going back to sleep as early as I can to recuperate for tomorrow's bread-winning. (Dammit what the hell is wrong with the connection tonight, baru jua I want to sit and blog kan. Geez.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been working by day and trying to get in shape by night for the past lightyear since I arrived in Brunei. It's no easy matter my friend, I gained ALOTAWEIGHT the three weeks I had visitors in Melbourne and those days were filled with a lot of food and too little exercise! All my effort of going to the gym in the evenings running, striding and cycling away was just wasted like that. Yeah sure it comes just as much as a regret NOW as it was guilt-less at that time of event. I hate thinking about how inconsiderate I was to my own fitness when I've spent too much to shed all those kilos a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I've had comments from friends that I look fitter and healthier as of late - which, face it, brings a lot of tears to my face. Damn, to even begin thinking about going back to being over weight. FOR SHAME! Thank goodness I have the realisation of a thunderous intellectual planetary and the mirror as my biggest enemy, I made the effort to work out and stay on the safe zone. Hate to think about all those who think food is all they have and that they don't need to exercise but goodness me I've been them before and the repercussion was greater than you can ever imagine. Well, minus side is some parts have become more prominent than the rest and that bugs me a little bit but I keep telling myself if Kim can live with it then so can I. Mine ain't even half as bad as hers are so go figure :D AND I refuse to be under weight - also been there. Looking back at all those pictures... eugh... all that hair and all bones with no flesh. Not a good sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in terms of work I have a lot of titles under my name as it is already - I am mainly a sales executive but I am also doing marketing work and helping out with office planning and liaising with contractors and whatnot. It's stressful, yes. But I'm not complaining :D I know sometimes things can get a bit off and some days are just too much but alhamdulillah, this is better than nothing. My friends aren't surprise that I am actually enjoying all this stress but which straight up ghetto person doesn't? HAHA! No, for serious, I am enjoying all the demands, the emails, the requests, the changes of things for every single second to no end. I love my job! Haven't actually told this to anyone but I LOVE MY JOB! Haven't gotten my pay, that's my only complain but that's only a little part of the benefit that I'll be able to bring with me when I do other jobs! AND I LOVE THE TRAVELLING! Sorry to say but all ye who say "Ai jauh jua tu" must give it a try sometimes. You don't bring stress back home because you just cannot maintain a harmonious household that way so when you drive, you volume up and tune out! Let your stress out so as you step off the car when you arrive home, you'll be puffing out a chestful of relief. I do that everyday. I am so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think back to when I used to be so angry about just about anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is I'm not one who strive to please everyone - maybe that's the secret to keeping your stress in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I have a lot more to share but I have guests and Wrestlemania is on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDERTAKER WILL WIN!&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-2778767318021370535?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/2778767318021370535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-6783559589877662376</id><published>2011-04-02T17:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:57:01.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'>@MuslimMatters, 4/2/11 2:02 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a0.twimg.com/profile_images/117344350/mm_logo_twitter_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muslim Matters (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/MuslimMatters"&gt;@MuslimMatters&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/muslimmatters/status/54061186806841344"&gt;4/2/11 2:02 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you get angry keep silent &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=#islam"&gt;#islam&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a 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title='Anything that leads us to spiritual awareness, elevation, and purification – that helps us come closer to Allah – cannot be considered trivial or petty.'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-78458001584277999</id><published>2011-03-31T14:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:09:06.491+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Me too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1142811573/41665_612451222_3146_n_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nazirul Hanapi (&lt;a 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How many have I got to do til then? A LOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus side is I&amp;#39;ve lost 4kgs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;m lying :) hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to vent out! Just vent out! 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Sara Quin - Why Even Try? @ Letterman 02/14/11&quot;'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1640687144012639905</id><published>2011-03-14T08:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:25:31.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'>@IslamicThinking, 3/14/11 2:56 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1268292847/Twitter_Logo_Editor_2_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Islamic Thoughts (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/IslamicThinking"&gt;@IslamicThinking&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/islamicthinking/status/47008060740354049"&gt;3/14/11 2:56 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=#islam"&gt;#islam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1640687144012639905?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1640687144012639905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/islamicthinking-31411-256-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1640687144012639905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1640687144012639905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/islamicthinking-31411-256-am.html' title='@IslamicThinking, 3/14/11 2:56 AM'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4584060730007896416</id><published>2011-03-14T02:01:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T02:01:17.908+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things to be thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I am so glad and thankful that at this age, I have not succumbed to the weakness that would make me surrender and do things that are against my will, principles and religion. I am so thankful and grateful that throughout all the stress and peer pressure that I&amp;#39;ve gone through, I have been given the strength to say NO and put my feet firmly on the ground.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;There are so many people out there that I could be thanking right now. My role models. Thank you so very much.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4584060730007896416?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4584060730007896416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-many-things-to-be-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4584060730007896416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4584060730007896416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-many-things-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='So many things to be thankful for...'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-6239553455129797947</id><published>2011-03-10T15:09:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:09:12.281+11:00</updated><title type='text'>@TheGodLight, 3/10/11 12:04 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/501493415/transparentgod80x80_normal.png" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spiritual Truths (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/TheGodLight"&gt;@TheGodLight&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/thegodlight/status/45696381578522624"&gt;3/10/11 12:04 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never bother about other people's opinions. Be humble &amp;amp; you will never be disturbed: Mother Teresa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-6239553455129797947?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/6239553455129797947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/thegodlight-31011-1204-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6239553455129797947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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iman'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-382429903135019936</id><published>2011-03-09T21:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:13:27.826+11:00</updated><title type='text'>People stare when they catch me singing in the car...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am SO making it look as if i&amp;#39;m singing with a mic too!&lt;p&gt;Excellent!&lt;p&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-382429903135019936?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-8256110114411150677</id><published>2011-03-05T14:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:41:24.944+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop mking the private public</title><content type='html'>Nisa Halim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-8256110114411150677?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/8256110114411150677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/stop-mking-private-public.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8256110114411150677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8256110114411150677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/stop-mking-private-public.html' title='Stop mking the private public'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1413677383708170822</id><published>2011-03-01T22:23:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:23:51.900+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For the egocentrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/501493415/transparentgod80x80_normal.png" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spiritual Truths (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/TheGodLight"&gt;@TheGodLight&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/thegodlight/status/42540589882949632"&gt;3/1/11 7:04 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;In surrender your ego is dropped. Your ego is your ignorance, your ego is your darkness, your ego is your prison: Osho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1413677383708170822?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1413677383708170822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-egocentrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1413677383708170822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1413677383708170822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-egocentrics.html' title='For the egocentrics'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-2559326941180751162</id><published>2011-03-01T22:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:20:16.259+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Good start :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RstMy-UBxbs/TWzWcOKaiYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/22c1CAdU8sI/s1600/photo-716260.PNG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RstMy-UBxbs/TWzWcOKaiYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/22c1CAdU8sI/s320/photo-716260.PNG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579069818731661698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-2559326941180751162?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/2559326941180751162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2559326941180751162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2559326941180751162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-start.html' title='Good start :)'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RstMy-UBxbs/TWzWcOKaiYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/22c1CAdU8sI/s72-c/photo-716260.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-8042081877573138138</id><published>2011-03-01T00:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:45:39.029+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Every breath is a blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be like the sun&lt;br&gt;Shining with light&lt;br&gt;Be like a rose&lt;br&gt;Spreading its fragrance&lt;br&gt;In every path&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Be like the earth&lt;br&gt;Humble and wise&lt;br&gt;Be like the rain&lt;br&gt;Pouring all your love&lt;br&gt;To every soul&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chorus:&lt;br&gt;Stop speculating and guessing&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Trust what your heart is sensing&lt;br&gt;Every new breath is a blessing&lt;br&gt;Sent by Allah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inspire people with your manners&lt;br&gt;Dedicate your life to helping others&lt;br&gt;If you don't know them they're still not strangers&lt;br&gt;All other humans are your brothers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do we chase after material possessions?&lt;br&gt;Do we really think that it will bring us pleasure?&lt;br&gt;Don't think contentment comes from having wealth&lt;br&gt;None of it will delay our moment of death&lt;br&gt;Peace and happiness are in worshipping Allah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lyrics: Bara Kherigi&lt;br&gt;Melody: Ustadh Firooz&lt;br&gt;Arrangement: Barron&lt;br&gt;© Awakening Records 2009&lt;div class="photo photo_none" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5720_100887848885_15987813885_2017141_4541932_n.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 493px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nisa Halim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-8042081877573138138?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/8042081877573138138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/every-breath-is-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8042081877573138138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8042081877573138138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/03/every-breath-is-blessing.html' title='Every breath is a blessing'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-43972884677313404</id><published>2011-02-28T21:49:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:18:59.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The ones who love to hate</title><content type='html'>First of all: Alhamdulillah... I feel so blessed right now and I thank Allah the Almighty for opening the doors of my rizq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first there were a lot of things that I was going to say but I decided against it because I am past hurting anyone's feelings. I have spent the last 14 months trying to cleanse myself and stop my mind from being hurled by backlashes from parties that has no slight significance to myself. Come on, what century is this? More people are converting to Islam, why are you lashing your own people? Open up, give up and stop listening to whispers of shaitan. He's called the Devil for a reason OK. Why follow his footsteps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see how those Muslims in Britain are seeking Islamic marriages for the same gender? Nauzubillah. These are small signs of end of days. Let us all pray for each other so that we get to enjoy Jannah and not rot in the agony of hell fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on those who judge looks from aesthetics and not from the inside.  Astaghfirullahalazim. We don't know what those other people are up to. What if they pray more times than us in a day? What if they read more pages of the Quran than we do? What if they seek forgiveness from their parents and for their parents to be forgiven in their prayers? Surely Allah sees those people as ones higher in standing than ourselves because all we do is judge and judging is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still normal if you meet me in person. I talk normally, I crack up jokes and I talk about stuff that don't make sense. So what if I make ablution and prostate before Allah? Doesn't make me scary. What it does make me is a person who is scared of death when it comes. I am a person with sin so death is what I fear the most. I am just trying to fit in my time for God so I am better prepared for when I die. I know I will have to pay for all those words I've said about people, all the gossips I've shared with others and all those bad thoughts I've thought about others. All those 14 months I've counted and TRIED not doing all these have come with a prize: I no longer care about the stares and the glares. If it takes that long to be in this state of nonchalance, I guess it'll take me a thousand more years to be pious. Alas, I am trying. I want to be staunch and I want my kids to be close to Allah. InsyAllah. If Allah wills, then He will guide me to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can say that Iblis still lingers because I do have bad thoughts and insecurities but that's inevitable. Just how we are strong and counter words and actions from people, that's just how we should be with Iblis. And just how those annoying people will disappear when we ignore them, that's just how we should treat Iblis. Ignore him. Ignore. Just stop it with the insecurities when you want to start something good. Like my boyfriend said, "Perkara baik ani jangan d tangguh2kan." So when the niat is there, accomplish it. Then cherish it by saying your thanks to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alhamdulillah. Since Friday up until today, life have been nothing but good to me. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, if you want to start something that you know will benefit you in the end, do it. Ignore your inner inhibitions that makes you feel that people are going to judge you. People WILL judge you but ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day, the pahala is yours, not theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazakallah syukran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-43972884677313404?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/43972884677313404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/ones-who-love-to-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/43972884677313404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/43972884677313404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/ones-who-love-to-hate.html' title='The ones who love to hate'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4308139853482347781</id><published>2011-02-28T00:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:11:46.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Illuminati near the masjid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44v7QuN9GA0/TWpNkmbaG5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/fd5_t_0wMk8/s1600/photo-706044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44v7QuN9GA0/TWpNkmbaG5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/fd5_t_0wMk8/s320/photo-706044.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578356379637914514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4308139853482347781?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4308139853482347781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/illuminati-near-masjid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4308139853482347781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4308139853482347781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/illuminati-near-masjid.html' title='Illuminati near the masjid?'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44v7QuN9GA0/TWpNkmbaG5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/fd5_t_0wMk8/s72-c/photo-706044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5677479134719295119</id><published>2011-02-27T01:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T02:03:40.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I hereby solemnly promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZAUpjDOdH4/TWkVP2QmTZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QkAIdoiZ5zE/s1600/photo-751233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZAUpjDOdH4/TWkVP2QmTZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QkAIdoiZ5zE/s320/photo-751233.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578012975482424722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To take these tablets religiously because i need them... Its no surprise i lack nutrition in my system. Floating in bed every night is a clear sign that i am no superman. &lt;p&gt;Sigh. The art of pleasing the body. And oh, im finally taking calcium tablets after breaking my arms 23 years ago. Wow! I am THAT old!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5677479134719295119?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5677479134719295119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hereby-solemnly-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5677479134719295119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5677479134719295119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hereby-solemnly-promise.html' title='I hereby solemnly promise'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZAUpjDOdH4/TWkVP2QmTZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QkAIdoiZ5zE/s72-c/photo-751233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1378329331864841082</id><published>2011-02-23T19:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:56:07.358+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 32 of chapter 4. Women</title><content type='html'>وَلا تَتَمَنَّوا ما فَضَّلَ اللَّهُ&lt;br&gt;بِهِ بَعضَكُم عَلىٰ بَعضٍ ۚ لِلرِّجالِ&lt;br&gt;نَصيبٌ مِمَّا اكتَسَبوا ۖ&lt;br&gt;وَلِلنِّساءِ نَصيبٌ مِمَّا اكتَسَبنَ&lt;br&gt;ۚ وَسـَٔلُوا اللَّهَ مِن فَضلِهِ ۗ&lt;br&gt;إِنَّ اللَّهَ كانَ بِكُلِّ شَيءٍ&lt;br&gt;عَليمًا&lt;p&gt;Do not envy the favors which God has granted to some of you. Men and&lt;br&gt;women will both be rewarded according to their deeds, rather pray to&lt;br&gt;God for His favors. God knows all things.&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1378329331864841082?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1378329331864841082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-32-of-chapter-4-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1378329331864841082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1378329331864841082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-32-of-chapter-4-women.html' title='Holy Quran verse 32 of chapter 4. Women'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5920768053414179240</id><published>2011-02-22T03:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:58:19.607+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I love reading translations of Surahs in the Quran</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, ya Allah, thank you so much for shining your hidayah on&lt;br&gt;me. People might think that my intentions are astray but only you know&lt;br&gt;of my truest intentions for you are Almighty and there is no other God&lt;br&gt;but You.&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5920768053414179240?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5920768053414179240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-reading-translations-of-surahs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5920768053414179240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5920768053414179240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-reading-translations-of-surahs.html' title='I love reading translations of Surahs in the Quran'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7118335367583312092</id><published>2011-02-22T03:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:55:41.125+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 18 of chapter 4. Women</title><content type='html'>وَلَيسَتِ التَّوبَةُ لِلَّذينَ&lt;br&gt;يَعمَلونَ السَّيِّـٔاتِ حَتّىٰ إِذا&lt;br&gt;حَضَرَ أَحَدَهُمُ المَوتُ قالَ إِنّى&lt;br&gt;تُبتُ الـٰٔنَ وَلَا الَّذينَ يَموتونَ&lt;br&gt;وَهُم كُفّارٌ ۚ أُولٰئِكَ أَعتَدنا&lt;br&gt;لَهُم عَذابًا أَليمًا&lt;p&gt;There is no forgiveness for those who commit sin and do not repent&lt;br&gt;until the last moment of their lives nor for those who die as&lt;br&gt;unbelievers. For these people We have prepared a painful torment.&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7118335367583312092?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7118335367583312092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-18-of-chapter-4-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7118335367583312092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7118335367583312092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-18-of-chapter-4-women.html' title='Holy Quran verse 18 of chapter 4. Women'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-881876353807337883</id><published>2011-02-22T03:54:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:54:42.554+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 17 of chapter 4. Women</title><content type='html'>إِنَّمَا التَّوبَةُ عَلَى اللَّهِ&lt;br&gt;لِلَّذينَ يَعمَلونَ السّوءَ&lt;br&gt;بِجَهٰلَةٍ ثُمَّ يَتوبونَ مِن قَريبٍ&lt;br&gt;فَأُولٰئِكَ يَتوبُ اللَّهُ عَلَيهِم ۗ&lt;br&gt;وَكانَ اللَّهُ عَليمًا حَكيمًا&lt;p&gt;God will only accept the repentance of those who commit evil in&lt;br&gt;ignorance, if they repent immediately. God is All-knowing and All-wise&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-881876353807337883?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/881876353807337883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-17-of-chapter-4-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/881876353807337883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/881876353807337883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-17-of-chapter-4-women.html' title='Holy Quran verse 17 of chapter 4. Women'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5720718453195343304</id><published>2011-02-22T03:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:46:52.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 200 of chapter 3. The Family Of 'Imran</title><content type='html'>يٰأَيُّهَا الَّذينَ ءامَنُوا اصبِروا&lt;br&gt;وَصابِروا وَرابِطوا وَاتَّقُوا&lt;br&gt;اللَّهَ لَعَلَّكُم تُفلِحونَ&lt;p&gt;Believers, have patience, help each other with patience, establish&lt;br&gt;good relations with one another, and have fear of God so that you may&lt;br&gt;have everlasting happiness.&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5720718453195343304?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5720718453195343304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-200-of-chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5720718453195343304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5720718453195343304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-200-of-chapter-3.html' title='Holy Quran verse 200 of chapter 3. The Family Of &apos;Imran'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-3847476305101217758</id><published>2011-02-22T03:44:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:44:23.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 188 of chapter 3. The Family Of 'Imran</title><content type='html'>لا تَحسَبَنَّ الَّذينَ يَفرَحونَ بِما&lt;br&gt;أَتَوا وَيُحِبّونَ أَن يُحمَدوا بِما&lt;br&gt;لَم يَفعَلوا فَلا تَحسَبَنَّهُم&lt;br&gt;بِمَفازَةٍ مِنَ العَذابِ ۖ وَلَهُم&lt;br&gt;عَذابٌ أَليمٌ&lt;p&gt;Do not think that those who are happy with their possessions and&lt;br&gt;positions and those who love to be praised for what they themselves&lt;br&gt;have not done can ever be saved from torment. For them there will be a&lt;br&gt;painful punishment.&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-3847476305101217758?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/3847476305101217758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-188-of-chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3847476305101217758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3847476305101217758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-188-of-chapter-3.html' title='Holy Quran verse 188 of chapter 3. The Family Of &apos;Imran'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-2567767880625862495</id><published>2011-02-22T03:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:38:03.325+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 163 of chapter 3. The Family Of 'Imran</title><content type='html'>هُم دَرَجٰتٌ عِندَ اللَّهِ ۗ وَاللَّهُ&lt;br&gt;بَصيرٌ بِما يَعمَلونَ&lt;p&gt;People are of various grades in the sight of God. God is Well-Aware of&lt;br&gt;all that they do.&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-2567767880625862495?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/2567767880625862495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-163-of-chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2567767880625862495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2567767880625862495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-163-of-chapter-3.html' title='Holy Quran verse 163 of chapter 3. The Family Of &apos;Imran'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-2125733133496941263</id><published>2011-02-22T03:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:34:49.844+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 86 of chapter 3. The Family Of 'Imran</title><content type='html'>كَيفَ يَهدِى اللَّهُ قَومًا كَفَروا&lt;br&gt;بَعدَ إيمٰنِهِم وَشَهِدوا أَنَّ&lt;br&gt;الرَّسولَ حَقٌّ وَجاءَهُمُ&lt;br&gt;البَيِّنٰتُ ۚ وَاللَّهُ لا يَهدِى&lt;br&gt;القَومَ الظّٰلِمينَ&lt;p&gt;Why would God guide a people who disbelieves after having had faith,&lt;br&gt;who have found the Messenger to be truthful, and who have received&lt;br&gt;authoritative evidence? God does not guide the unjust&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-2125733133496941263?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/2125733133496941263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-86-of-chapter-3-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2125733133496941263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2125733133496941263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-86-of-chapter-3-family.html' title='Holy Quran verse 86 of chapter 3. The Family Of &apos;Imran'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-2706264926588224684</id><published>2011-02-21T22:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:56:31.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiny Bit of Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re4KlRr_v_w/TSDXXr0jWmI/AAAAAAAAAas/0MQGmlvTg_Q/s1600/A%2BTiny%2BBit%2BMarvellous%2Bby%2BDawn%2BFrench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re4KlRr_v_w/TSDXXr0jWmI/AAAAAAAAAas/0MQGmlvTg_Q/s1600/A%2BTiny%2BBit%2BMarvellous%2Bby%2BDawn%2BFrench.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept forgetting to blog about this. I've just finished reading this about a week ago. Well, if a book is good, I say it's good. If it isn't then it isn't but this book speaks for itself through it's title. It is MAHHHVELOOUS dahling and for serious, if you don't want to read books anymore because you ain't got the time, well just swallow it and grab this one instead. Truly, you'll find time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a family far from perfect. With a little mark-up of very very dark humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whilst reading I couldn't help wondering why Mo wanted to have that affair with the boy 30 years younger than she is - and you will find later in the pages that this was the X-Man who flirted with her daughter and was bashed by her husband and he had to go back to New Zealand. Poor Kiwi indeed. No, that was not a spoiler, excuse you me. That was quite a bit of a filler for when you see this in the shops and decide, "Hmm, it looks dodgy." Smack my ass and call me Judy then, you are totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get it okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is an order in a fashionly manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-2706264926588224684?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/2706264926588224684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/tiny-bit-of-laughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2706264926588224684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2706264926588224684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/tiny-bit-of-laughter.html' title='A Tiny Bit of Laughter'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Re4KlRr_v_w/TSDXXr0jWmI/AAAAAAAAAas/0MQGmlvTg_Q/s72-c/A%2BTiny%2BBit%2BMarvellous%2Bby%2BDawn%2BFrench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5724209284684867260</id><published>2011-02-21T18:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:39:54.562+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was effervescent</title><content type='html'>How lame am I? A few months and finally I uploaded a new picture on my photoblog. Of myself. HAHA! Could I BE anymore uninspired? Man, how I'd love to just be flicking through magazines and webpages like a boss again. Being laptop-less isn't putting this at ease either. I am using my brother's laptop while he's out there working or out with the fiancee. I wish my laptop didn't just die on me. First, the battery stops working; then it keeps on crashing on me while I try opening My Documents; then the mouse stopped functioning properly and finally, the adapter just DIED. Like, kaput, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permission to update feeling on the above, please: -_- times that with infinity, beyond and MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I better off with an iMac now then? But I was planning to get that once we've moved in to our new house and IF I'm getting that I don't think it's even worth it now to even get a Macbook. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have all the money in the world I would DEFINITELY just close one eye, get a macbook, then get an iMac once we move to our new place but NO I don't have all the money in the world. I don't even have more than $100 in the bank now. Yes, I spent most of my bond money during the first month and a half of arriving back in Brunei. If only those places I applied to know how desperate I am to be employed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. Better not jinx that first because I firmly believe I told myself and everyone else I'm gonna take it easy this time. But of course I can't sit still. It would be so unlike me if I was to be horizontal and lying down doing nothing. Of course people would think I have been doing nothing because I don't earn any sort of income but people, I am doing something! You just don't know because I haven't been keeping you updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So point of this post is that with whatever questions are being asked of me on the status of my employment, my answer is this; No. I am not yet working and I am not even thinking about working yet. I don't really have a specific place where I'd like to be working right now. Because this is me and I like to say to the Universe come what may and I shall cherish everything that lands on my lap. Come on, you know me. I don't have a care in the world and seriously these sort of questions may come with some bit of attitude from me if you keep pestering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have something else I'm venturing into. Thank you very much! But that is for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything else is going perfectly right now. Couldn't ask for more =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5724209284684867260?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5724209284684867260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wish-i-was-effervescent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5724209284684867260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5724209284684867260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wish-i-was-effervescent.html' title='I wish I was effervescent'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-2379751943334227478</id><published>2011-02-20T18:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:23:38.772+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdSl2h2wAZ0/TWC-hNJFzWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Q9jQM-esptY/s1600/photo-760311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdSl2h2wAZ0/TWC-hNJFzWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Q9jQM-esptY/s320/photo-760311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575665816357424482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All praises to Allah for the arrival of our new brother, Muhammad Asyraf Danial bin Abdullah Lim :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-2379751943334227478?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/2379751943334227478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/alhamdulillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2379751943334227478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2379751943334227478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdSl2h2wAZ0/TWC-hNJFzWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Q9jQM-esptY/s72-c/photo-760311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-3625518545804293493</id><published>2011-02-18T02:09:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:09:54.534+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Our perfect haven :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax3J5dK4gQ0/TV06QjaCq-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/fhYtO4FuRPU/s1600/photo-794535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax3J5dK4gQ0/TV06QjaCq-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/fhYtO4FuRPU/s320/photo-794535.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574675969811327970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My things from Melbourne arrived yesterday and i found my decorative&lt;br&gt;lights in one of the boxes! Alas, the room is now complete! Painted&lt;br&gt;that side of the wall few weeks ago and it was bare up til now!!! Ohhh&lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;m happy!&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, what am i to do with all the clothes and shoes?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-3625518545804293493?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/3625518545804293493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-perfect-haven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3625518545804293493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3625518545804293493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-perfect-haven.html' title='Our perfect haven :)'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax3J5dK4gQ0/TV06QjaCq-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/fhYtO4FuRPU/s72-c/photo-794535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-6196596551524785311</id><published>2011-02-16T17:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:16:29.668+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Well done boys :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1142811573/41665_612451222_3146_n_normal.jpg" style="float:left;width:48px;height:48px;margin:8px;margin-bottom:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nazirul Hanapi (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/jirole76"&gt;@jirole76&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/jirole76/status/37755663748702208"&gt;16/02/11 2:10 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/4hjcvjz"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/4hjcvjz&lt;/a&gt; -- BRC hosts extreme competition in Tutong by Nisa Halim &amp;amp; Amir Amin&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-6196596551524785311?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/6196596551524785311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-done-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6196596551524785311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6196596551524785311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-done-boys.html' title='Well done boys :)'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4170766124176366076</id><published>2011-02-14T00:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:40:57.378+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sunburn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6n37g3ekcyw/TVffadcOY8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/5tyVNxJui4g/s1600/photo-757394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6n37g3ekcyw/TVffadcOY8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/5tyVNxJui4g/s320/photo-757394.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573168709566882754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4170766124176366076?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4170766124176366076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-sunburn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4170766124176366076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4170766124176366076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-sunburn.html' title='Hello Sunburn!'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6n37g3ekcyw/TVffadcOY8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/5tyVNxJui4g/s72-c/photo-757394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4901323942996997755</id><published>2011-02-13T08:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T08:58:51.018+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 169 of chapter 2. The Cow</title><content type='html'>Verse 169 of chapter 2.&lt;p&gt;البقرة&lt;p&gt;إِنَّما يَأمُرُكُم بِالسّوءِ&lt;br&gt;وَالفَحشاءِ وَأَن تَقولوا عَلَى&lt;br&gt;اللَّهِ ما لا تَعلَمونَ&lt;p&gt;He tries to make you do evil and shameful things and speak against God&lt;br&gt;without knowledge.&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4901323942996997755?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4901323942996997755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-169-of-chapter-2-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4901323942996997755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4901323942996997755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-169-of-chapter-2-cow.html' title='Holy Quran verse 169 of chapter 2. The Cow'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-3739428080592495411</id><published>2011-02-13T08:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T08:57:50.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 168 of chapter 2. The Cow</title><content type='html'>Verse 168 of chapter 2.&lt;p&gt;  البقرة&lt;p&gt;يٰأَيُّهَا النّاسُ كُلوا مِمّا فِى&lt;br&gt;الأَرضِ حَلٰلًا طَيِّبًا وَلا&lt;br&gt;تَتَّبِعوا خُطُوٰتِ الشَّيطٰنِ ۚ&lt;br&gt;إِنَّهُ لَكُم عَدُوٌّ مُبينٌ&lt;p&gt;People, eat of the good and lawful things on earth. Do not follow the&lt;br&gt;footsteps of Satan; he is clearly your enemy&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-3739428080592495411?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/3739428080592495411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-168-of-chapter-2-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3739428080592495411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3739428080592495411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-168-of-chapter-2-cow.html' title='Holy Quran verse 168 of chapter 2. The Cow'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-802666778226359401</id><published>2011-02-13T08:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T08:55:03.590+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 165 of chapter 2. The Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Verse 165 of chapter 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;البقرة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;								 &lt;p&gt;وَمِنَ النّاسِ مَن يَتَّخِذُ مِن دونِ اللَّهِ أَندادًا يُحِبّونَهُم كَحُبِّ اللَّهِ ۖ وَالَّذينَ ءامَنوا أَشَدُّ حُبًّا لِلَّهِ ۗ وَلَو يَرَى الَّذينَ ظَلَموا إِذ يَرَونَ العَذابَ أَنَّ القُوَّةَ لِلَّهِ جَميعًا وَأَنَّ اللَّهَ شَديدُ العَذابِ&lt;/p&gt; 								 &lt;p&gt;Some people consider certain things equal to God and love them just as one should love God. However, the strongest of the believers&amp;#39;love is their love of God. Had the unjust been able to reflect about their condition, when facing the torment, they would have had no doubt that to God belongs All-power and that He is stern in His retribution.&lt;/p&gt; 								 &lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-802666778226359401?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/802666778226359401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-165-of-chapter-2-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/802666778226359401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/802666778226359401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-165-of-chapter-2-cow.html' title='Holy Quran verse 165 of chapter 2. The Cow'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1110290607042397361</id><published>2011-02-11T19:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:03:28.802+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 24 of chapter 31. Luqman</title><content type='html'>Assalamu Alaikum,&lt;p&gt;Have you read verse 24 of chapter 31. لقمان in the Holy Quran?&lt;p&gt;نُمَتِّعُهُم قَليلًا ثُمَّ&lt;br&gt;نَضطَرُّهُم إِلىٰ عَذابٍ غَليظٍ&lt;p&gt;English-Sarwar translation&lt;br&gt;______________________________&lt;p&gt;We shall allow them to enjoy themselves for a short while, then force&lt;br&gt;them into severe torment.&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1110290607042397361?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1110290607042397361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-24-of-chapter-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1110290607042397361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1110290607042397361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-24-of-chapter-31.html' title='Holy Quran verse 24 of chapter 31. Luqman'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7352928478788248357</id><published>2011-02-11T19:03:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:03:14.566+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 23 of chapter 31. Luqman</title><content type='html'>Assalamu Alaikum,&lt;p&gt;Have you read verse 23 of chapter 31. لقمان in the Holy Quran?&lt;p&gt;وَمَن كَفَرَ فَلا يَحزُنكَ كُفرُهُ ۚ&lt;br&gt;إِلَينا مَرجِعُهُم فَنُنَبِّئُهُم&lt;br&gt;بِما عَمِلوا ۚ إِنَّ اللَّهَ عَليمٌ&lt;br&gt;بِذاتِ الصُّدورِ&lt;p&gt;English-Sarwar translation&lt;br&gt;______________________________&lt;p&gt;(Muhammad), do not let the disbelievers grieve you. To Us they will&lt;br&gt;all return and We shall tell them all about what they have done. God&lt;br&gt;knows best what is in everyone&amp;#39;s hearts&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7352928478788248357?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7352928478788248357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-23-of-chapter-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7352928478788248357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7352928478788248357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-23-of-chapter-31.html' title='Holy Quran verse 23 of chapter 31. Luqman'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-9193431930723073582</id><published>2011-02-11T19:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:02:07.895+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 18 of chapter 31. Luqman</title><content type='html'>Assalamu Alaikum,&lt;p&gt;Have you read verse 18 of chapter 31. لقمان in the Holy Quran?&lt;p&gt;وَلا تُصَعِّر خَدَّكَ لِلنّاسِ وَلا&lt;br&gt;تَمشِ فِى الأَرضِ مَرَحًا ۖ إِنَّ&lt;br&gt;اللَّهَ لا يُحِبُّ كُلَّ مُختالٍ&lt;br&gt;فَخورٍ&lt;p&gt;English-Sarwar translation&lt;br&gt;______________________________&lt;p&gt;Do not scornfully turn your face away from people. Do not walk around&lt;br&gt;puffed-up with pride; God does not love arrogant and boastful people&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-9193431930723073582?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/9193431930723073582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-18-of-chapter-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/9193431930723073582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/9193431930723073582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-18-of-chapter-31.html' title='Holy Quran verse 18 of chapter 31. Luqman'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7780793481726840207</id><published>2011-02-11T19:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:00:47.063+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Quran verse 15 of chapter 31. Luqman</title><content type='html'>Assalamu Alaikum,&lt;p&gt;Have you read verse 15 of chapter 31. لقمان in the Holy Quran?&lt;p&gt;وَإِن جٰهَداكَ عَلىٰ أَن تُشرِكَ بى ما&lt;br&gt;لَيسَ لَكَ بِهِ عِلمٌ فَلا تُطِعهُما ۖ&lt;br&gt;وَصاحِبهُما فِى الدُّنيا مَعروفًا ۖ&lt;br&gt;وَاتَّبِع سَبيلَ مَن أَنابَ إِلَىَّ ۚ&lt;br&gt;ثُمَّ إِلَىَّ مَرجِعُكُم&lt;br&gt;فَأُنَبِّئُكُم بِما كُنتُم تَعمَلونَ&lt;p&gt;English-Sarwar translation&lt;br&gt;______________________________&lt;p&gt;If they try to force you to consider things equal to Me, which you&lt;br&gt;cannot justify, equal to Me, do not obey them. Maintain lawful&lt;br&gt;relations with them in this world and follow the path of those who&lt;br&gt;turn in repentance to Me. To Me you will all return and I shall tell&lt;br&gt;you all that you have done.&lt;p&gt;Sent using alQuran. &lt;a href="http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran"&gt;http://iphone.almubin.com/alQuran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7780793481726840207?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7780793481726840207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-15-of-chapter-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7780793481726840207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7780793481726840207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-quran-verse-15-of-chapter-31.html' title='Holy Quran verse 15 of chapter 31. Luqman'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-50273576217980022</id><published>2011-02-10T04:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T04:19:18.562+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fajr and Qunut... Why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;Ya Allah, berilah aku petunjuk sebagaimana orang-orang yang telah Engkau tunjuki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Sejahterakanlah aku sebagaimana orang-orang yang telah Engkau sejahterakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Pimpinlah aku sebagaimana orang-orang yang telah Engkau pimpin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Berkatilah hendaknya untukku apa-pa yang telah Engkau berikan padaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Jauhkanlah aku daripada segala kejahatan yang telah Engkau tetapkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Sesungguhnya hanya Engkau sahajalah yang menetapkan, dan tidak sesiapapun yang berkuasa menetapkan sesuatu selain daripada Engkau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Sesungguhnya tidak terhina orang yang memperolehi pimpinanMu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Dan tidak mulia orang-orang yang Engkau musuhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Telah memberi berkat Engkau, ya Tuhan kami dan maha tinggi Engkau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Hanya untuk Engkau sahajalah segala macam puji terhadap apa-apa yang telah Engkau tetapkan.&lt;br&gt;Dan aku minta ampun dan bertaubat kepada Engkau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); color: rgb(73, 73, 73); line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br&gt; Dan Allah rahmatilah Muhammad, Nabi yang ummi dan sejahtera keatas keluarganya dan sahabat-sahabatnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-50273576217980022?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/50273576217980022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/fajr-and-qunut-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/50273576217980022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/50273576217980022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/fajr-and-qunut-why.html' title='Fajr and Qunut... Why.'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-580960032739582737</id><published>2011-02-09T20:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:05:46.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I love today :)</title><content type='html'>All praises to you, o Creator.&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-580960032739582737?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/580960032739582737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/580960032739582737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/580960032739582737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-today.html' title='I love today :)'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7180009081665047226</id><published>2011-02-08T16:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:52:38.258+11:00</updated><title type='text'>However...</title><content type='html'>LOL at how ugly my posts are aligned and returned. Belch-fest galore!&lt;p&gt;And for serious, spell checks.&lt;p&gt;Kthnxbi!!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7180009081665047226?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7180009081665047226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/however.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7180009081665047226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7180009081665047226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/however.html' title='However...'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4901911122215720502</id><published>2011-02-08T16:49:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:49:58.411+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You had a drumstick and your clock stops tickin'!</title><content type='html'>Well hellllooo!!&lt;p&gt;I know this blogging via email is addictive and i like that I could&lt;br&gt;just NOT need to log in to blogger when I have the need to say&lt;br&gt;something. Ridiculously awesome for the likes of me. Then again I am&lt;br&gt;unemployed so the world is my oyster!! Every little bit of &amp;#39;work&amp;#39; is&lt;br&gt;taken to heart because frankly, my dear, it aint fun just being at&lt;br&gt;home when everyone else is working!!&lt;p&gt;Quick update on my sanity: double smiley face.&lt;p&gt;So dont be surprised with the sudden bombardment of posts. Given that&lt;br&gt;the connection can be a bit of a bitch, posts may dumb down or come is&lt;br&gt;small doses but hey, better than nothing right?&lt;p&gt;Toodles!!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4901911122215720502?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4901911122215720502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-had-drumstick-and-your-clock-stops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4901911122215720502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4901911122215720502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-had-drumstick-and-your-clock-stops.html' title='You had a drumstick and your clock stops tickin&apos;!'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-6656239073895083781</id><published>2011-02-08T04:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T04:19:41.327+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yerr...</title><content type='html'>Need to remind myself that sleeping at 4am, waking up at 11am and snacking on peanuts are not healthy choices. And that was only ONCE I did that because all this while I have been sleeping between 11.30 to midnight. Just because I&amp;#39;ve an assignment that&amp;#39;ll help me get income, I have jeopardised the very need to have beauty sleep. Come on, Nisa, you&amp;#39;re not 19 anymore. 25 years old now.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;For serious, not fun not being able to open my eyes. Yikes! Worst feeling ever to be on the dance floor feeling like a nincompoop! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pitam, not for play.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I did FOUR different samples so that&amp;#39;s a good start. Alhamdulillah. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-6656239073895083781?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/6656239073895083781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/yerr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6656239073895083781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6656239073895083781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/yerr.html' title='Yerr...'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-6893147180784694858</id><published>2011-02-07T20:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:39:23.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fieldrunners addiction!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_IdSQ37wxw/TU-9zOZAH4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/HvxyjyoH4YQ/s1600/photo-763582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_IdSQ37wxw/TU-9zOZAH4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/HvxyjyoH4YQ/s320/photo-763582.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570879951814532994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-6893147180784694858?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/6893147180784694858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/fieldrunners-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6893147180784694858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6893147180784694858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/fieldrunners-addiction.html' title='Fieldrunners addiction!!!!'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U_IdSQ37wxw/TU-9zOZAH4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/HvxyjyoH4YQ/s72-c/photo-763582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-6965170068444043821</id><published>2011-02-04T16:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:02:39.202+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>Testing blogging via email. My laptop&amp;#39;s dead so this is all i have.&lt;br&gt;Hope this works!!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-6965170068444043821?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/6965170068444043821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6965170068444043821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6965170068444043821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5517138771978065037</id><published>2011-02-02T20:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:19:45.900+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah, you are the only one who knows of my intentions. Whether i go to your heaven or hell is up to you. My life is temporary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5517138771978065037?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5517138771978065037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/allah-you-are-only-one-who-knows-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5517138771978065037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5517138771978065037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/02/allah-you-are-only-one-who-knows-of-my.html' title='Allah, you are the only one who knows of my intentions. Whether i go to your heaven or hell is up to you. My life is temporary.'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-728335459361782308</id><published>2011-01-19T15:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:41:50.148+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl named Nina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRVrT1S4ZY/TP2YrMdLx_I/AAAAAAAAAp4/LkoBCz_4X1Q/s1600/black-swan-natalie-portman-2-9-10-kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 420px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRVrT1S4ZY/TP2YrMdLx_I/AAAAAAAAAp4/LkoBCz_4X1Q/s1600/black-swan-natalie-portman-2-9-10-kc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me a while to watch Black Swan and boy, am I satisfied with it albeit with only a small television and a DVD player in my room? (Yes, yes, OK I have fallen out of the film-buff circuit because well, I don't watch that much TV anymore, I don't go on the internet a whole lot except for last night after a loooong time of not being on Tumblr, and I don't keep up to date on the latest thingamajigs anymore. Call me boring, but I've been getting acquainted with my beloved BOOKS! Because I'm a hermit that way. And unemployed. So sue me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh I am still swirling in giddiness over how lovely and lush this film is. Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis. One is sweet, fragile, frail, a perfectionist, frigid and BORING. The other one, care-free, lively, robust, unpretentious and FUN. Tell me, which one would you prefer to be the Swan Queen? But seeing that Nina (Natalie) has the looks and character for the perfect white swan, she was chosen as the Queen. Of course, when you see someone as your competition, you'd start listening to the little devil that lives inside of you and start being subconscious about stupid malarkies like, "She's gonna snatch my role from me!" so this Nina girl started to be paranoid and schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give away too much in case somebody hasn't seen it already but please please please do and bask yourself in the awesomeness of the world of ballet and the politics that surround it. Politics. That's the word, especially when they frequently use "Company" whilst referring to the "flock" so to speak. I LOVE IT! Man, can you just feel how excited I am still about it? I can watch it over and over again and still be in love with it. The cinematography isn't the best but the way it makes you feel icky, flustered, angry, satisfied and the lot just makes you want to grab the remote and hit rewind over and over and over again! Although with the new technology you can always look for Scene Selection but by golly, please do watch it. I especially love how this film plays psychological mind tricks on you and ESPECIALLY on the protagonist herself - and towards the end, you're in for a surprise and you'll be like OH MY GOD! and just die for a second until you come back to life again to watch the scene over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeee I can ramble on but there it is, my review on the Black Swan =) it's splendid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-728335459361782308?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/728335459361782308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl-named-nina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/728335459361782308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/728335459361782308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl-named-nina.html' title='Girl named Nina'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRVrT1S4ZY/TP2YrMdLx_I/AAAAAAAAAp4/LkoBCz_4X1Q/s72-c/black-swan-natalie-portman-2-9-10-kc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1575446275546688614</id><published>2011-01-18T12:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:37:24.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.list.co.uk/images/2010/09/07/ecx.images-amazon.com_51vih7KN-8L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 462px;" src="http://files.list.co.uk/images/2010/09/07/ecx.images-amazon.com_51vih7KN-8L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is the toughest book I've had to read as yet. Talk about feeling strongly about capitalism and making allegories about death, suicide, drugs and all things that help shape the world on hindsight. However, I kind of like that he doesn't write this book in a straight forward manner though. I like that he makes me think about what he's writing although to be frank there really isn't anything that I can imagine other than just keep the words rolling at the tip of my tongue like seamless poetry. Just like when I read Shakespeare. I don't get it but I see storylines folding. Can't quite make out the links between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I love it when somebody can talk about capitalism that way. I, as you know, hate capitalism so you'd understand why I'd be hooked up on it. So imagine my relief right now to be back for good in this promise land where everything is surprisingly cheap. Was actually quite startled to find a pair of shoes that cost me only thirty bucks, just 14 bucks to pay for two sets of Happy Meals for me and my sister, AND $2.50 for my new pet betta, ça va. Man, I love this country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, though, what is up with people who like to stare like they have something to say yet when we smile at them they rudely look away and/or roll their eyes at us? I still don't get that. That's the one thing that I hate about being here, it's like, we can't live in peace for even a moment. In Melbourne, when someone stares at you like that and we smile at them, they'd smile back or throw you a "How you going" or a Hi. Although the motif behind that is vague, the feeling you get after that clash is quite great. We should definitely put that to practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1575446275546688614?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1575446275546688614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow-this-is-toughest-book-ive-had-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1575446275546688614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1575446275546688614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow-this-is-toughest-book-ive-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5646240705162038495</id><published>2011-01-06T01:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T03:08:34.657+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about...</title><content type='html'>The things that make you tick.&lt;br /&gt;And then think about what makes them so unbearable that you had to belt out curses, leers, sneers, smirks and bad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think: are they reasonable enough of a judgment that deserve to be deliberately thought of in such a way that makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as human beings tend to be dissatisfied by others' satisfaction; be it jealousy, feeling of unease, discomfort, emptiness or whatever you want to call it. A lot of us pass judgment on others because we desire the things that they have. One way to handle it is to be supportive, but a lot of us choose to do the other - by being mean and then trying to prove things that aren't supposed to be bad into reasons to be bickering about to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the many things that I realise upon stepping foot in Brunei. People here, instead of being supportive of each other and sharing the comfort of others' while they bathe in the deserving materials of their own desire, choose to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, what good will come out of this negativity? How are we ever going to live in harmony?  So what if somebody else has what we don't, doesn't give us the rights to one-up ourselves and get something that isn't within our grasp. That's waste and waste is one the very thing that shaitan loves. A lot of people love waste. I have learnt that if I don't really need something urgently then I don't really deserve that thing. Sure, having something would be and actually is very very satisfying but waste, what is so satisfying about that? Think about all of the money we could save if we so ever listen to our better voices to not do something. Surely the outcome'll be good no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why people would leer at me for mixing up my cheap apparels. I like the way I look and the best thing about being a person is when you're satisfied of yourself by being yourself. Allah loves that. Allah loves it when you're grateful of what you have. He hates it when you get something that isn't within what you can afford. I know I'm preaching but what isn't right about that? Listen to the better voice in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I used to spend on a lot of things even when I don't really need them and they'd end up being rotten in the pits of all the things that I already have. I guess now I'm paying for it with guilt. What if I'd saved all that money? What are the things that I could afford to get now? I'm sure I'll be able to pay for those shoes, and that handbag, and those pants, and rings and necklaces. It's disgusting how I wasn't really thinking about what might happen when I don't have money to afford things and the worst thing is when I've gone through being broke til I couldn't even afford food, that was the worst way how a person's dignity can be surrendered. All because money was lost from spending on so many things that I don't even deserve in the first place. Why? Because I wanted to look good? Because other people had it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alhamdulillah, being friends with people from different backgrounds had surely opened up my eyes and now I can clearly see that brands and three digit dollars do not make you attractive. Now I get things that I can immediately afford and I am a walking proof that getting things I can afford stresses me less and I'm a much happier person. I don't need those expensive thingamajigs to make me feel good about myself. In fact, what it does is make me unhappy because I'd always end up having no money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was years ago though, I used to hang around pretentious people who thought I was just like them just because they knew what my background was. Now I avoid those people altogether just so that I'd feel less of a jerk around them not because I'm a prick but because I loath conversations that revolve around temporary material things. What the hell does it matter if what you have between your legs cost you hundreds of dollars? and who gave you the rights to judge me if what I wear are collectively a hundred dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans, never satisfied and always having that drive to be more costly than other people. Think of things in the long run people. Yeah ok, some of you might say I'm too backwards and too serious, I need to live more because we're only young once. That's so true. But lets compare ourselves in 10 years and the bills that we had to pay and able to while we're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in phases where families shatter and come back because of money. Even in my own family, sometimes we had to scrape for food. I was lucky enough to be on scholarship for the past years to be able to afford to pay for things but truthfully, days when I don't have anything to put in my mouth are more than you can even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, if you think that your leers would show me that you hate me coz you don't like what I have on my body, don't worry, they're something you can easily afford. I'm just confident enough to prance around in them because I'm always proud of the things that I can afford with my own blood, sweat and tears =) Please, next time you see me in something you want but don't know where to get - ask. Don't stare at me like I have boils all over my face. Not cool. What if I stare back and make you uncomfortable? What would be your reason if I asked you what your problem is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, please, everyone, when you think about the things that make you tick, think first why that thing makes you tick so much? Why are you so angry? If the reason is unreasonable and invalid, well, why not just put a smile back on your face after you say your istighfar? You'll see how good it feels to be close to the one creator, insyAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try hard enough, in the end the fruit of your loom will be worthy enough to be showed of and told stories to others to. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Allah sends astray whom He wills and He guides on the Straight Path whom He wills. [Al-Anaam 6:39]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5646240705162038495?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5646240705162038495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/think-about.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5646240705162038495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5646240705162038495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/think-about.html' title='Think about...'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4983100881599203583</id><published>2011-01-04T23:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:32:03.300+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution schmesolution!</title><content type='html'>To begin with, I am THAT person who targets at things and would not be satisfied until they have been met with vigour - sometimes whether I like it or not, for as long as I have completed something at my own will and sweat, I'll be more than satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I am turning to a new page and I will not let any bullshit from anyone get to me. I wouldn't even want to begin to care about those people who don't matter a slightest bit to myself. Have been putting that to practice since December the last and it feels liberating! You know, that simpler feeling of being just yourself and not to live to satisfy other peoples' needs and wants - which do nothing but stress you out - and not doing things while the other eye looks at people around awaiting for their approval or the other. A lot of people do that, don't they? We have all come to a conclusion that people who do that are those who likes to be loved because they don't love themselves. Too bad. All the money in the world can't bring you happiness so could you just stop showing your dollars and hoping that somebody'd feel what you'd expect them to feel? Berdosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to practice more on the things that I have long abandoned. There are many. So very many. They come in abundance and of course being me I'd end up doing them halfway and leaving them til they've lost their love for me before coming back to them again. Now that I'm fully free I can definitely put whatever I've put on halt to practice. InsyAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, prayers, dzikir and doa. More. InsyAllah. If Allah wills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to face the world now, I'm ready to put behind things that happened in the past, I will move forward towards positive energy and I will be zen. So if ever I don't deliver, know that I am only human and I am my own worst enemy. So insyAllah, I hope Allah prolongs my life and let me prosper when I do, so I could support my family with dignity and not because, like other people, I'd like to show-off how many bars of gold I've got. That ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me in rags, know that I'm preparing for something big and better for myself. Amin yarabbal alamin =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4983100881599203583?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4983100881599203583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution-schmesolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4983100881599203583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4983100881599203583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution-schmesolution.html' title='Resolution schmesolution!'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7523001934965357036</id><published>2011-01-04T22:37:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:11:01.222+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel the knife going in, I'm feeling anxious. Not enough to kill me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs015.snc6/166504_10150114175325861_611850860_7898275_3928646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 620px; height: 440px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs015.snc6/166504_10150114175325861_611850860_7898275_3928646_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;Making changes to this blog and ones I have elsewhere. Why? As said on the above. Yeap, I took the liberty to draw something new as inspired by a recent event that totally made me pull my head back and laugh in realisation that authenticity isn't at its best when trying to poke the bees' nest. Come on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back and enjoying the weather. Ah, humidity and hypocrisy. They go together so very well don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7523001934965357036?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7523001934965357036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-knife-going-in-im-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7523001934965357036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7523001934965357036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-knife-going-in-im-feeling.html' title='I feel the knife going in, I&apos;m feeling anxious. Not enough to kill me.'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-6869154678348861766</id><published>2010-12-27T23:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:01:14.200+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Look back on this last month and talk about it.</title><content type='html'>Wow, this month has been a whirlwind of emotions for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious while waiting for my thesis result.&lt;br /&gt;I was thankful, grateful and happy when I finally got my result.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy when my mom was here.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was sad when she had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was happy again when my friends arrived. It lasted for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I also felt sick when they were here but not in a tacky way, I was literally sick. All of us were actually. Two weeks of being together definitely gets you riled up and your immune system haywire.&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks I was sad that they had to go.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was glad that I finally was able to rest in bed and sleep the sickness away. The next day I was recovered and went for Boxing Day.&lt;br /&gt;Sad I didn't shop - only for the essentials.&lt;br /&gt;Tired, resentful and all that jazz that I had to pack my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Worried about excess baggage but so happy to find out that my limit is actually 30kgs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sitting here with the remains of this apartment, ready for tomorrow, for when the cleaners arrive to attack the marks I've imprinted on the walls, the carpet and the tiles. I'm actually kind of pissed that I have to pay $195 for something that I can do myself but I guess it sure does spare me the tiresome scrubbing and wiping and all that I love. I'm sorry, I'm just THAT obsessive compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness me, this month is the driest month for me - financial wise. Didn't shop much really, just paid for food and transportation. Explains so much about the belly fat I now have resting on my thighs hahahaha! But you know, all these experiences from this month is well worth the time. I had so much fun this month, actually more than I ever did during this year put together. I know that sounds so sad but what am I to say? This has been the most serious of all years I had to endeavor and I'm not complaining - just looking back at all those times slaving over something which initially I hated to the core of the earth is something that's going to help me build a living for myself. Alhamdulillah. It feels so good to finally be able to wind down and just chill. Not the type to rest and not do anything but you know, not doing work related to anything that's to be written on a piece of paper is good for once. Gosh, come to think of it I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to not studying but I have to get myself ready. I'm ageing man! I need to do what ageing people do! How DO you spell ageing? Aging? Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do I even start to talk about this month without contemplating too much on the things that create lee-ways? I don't think there ever will be any time when I can finally do that properly because this month has been very eventful for me, and especially social-wise. I guess it pays to be a hermit for a year coz now I'm moving on over-drive! Well, not really. But you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again there's that feeling of hurt that still can't totally be mended just by myself. I can't say I didn't try. I thought it was going to be different this time around and that things are going to be as they were but who am I kidding right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I read into things too deeply sometimes but that's the make of me. I am made to read into things to be able to know what the other person is feeling. This case though, the other person isn't feeling anything at all, just to be at present and not be involved. The worst kind of hurt a person can go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, turns out this month is more than eventful for me. I guess the last bit of feelings I'm going through is good to prepare me for the next phase in my life =) bring it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-6869154678348861766?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/6869154678348861766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/look-back-on-this-last-month-and-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6869154678348861766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6869154678348861766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/look-back-on-this-last-month-and-talk.html' title='Look back on this last month and talk about it.'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7150511214129140502</id><published>2010-12-15T11:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:28:26.594+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you believe in? And not just God or atheism.</title><content type='html'>I believe I've written about this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to create a segue on this topic, I do believe in the greater good of things be it for the universe in general, in friendship, in trust, in health, in prosperity, in fidelity, in marriage, in a household unit, in education, in the future, in everything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a heck of a journey for us while we are still living in this world, and I do like to think that death can creep up from behind me anytime so I've been living life as if I'm going to die tomorrow. Yes, that's right. The constant worry and guilt I feel just tells so much about the wrongs I've been committing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in being kind.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in being sincere.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in lending a helping hand to those in need.&lt;br /&gt;I especially do believe in making better of things that aren't already. With that, I do believe in forgiveness, tranquility and peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that nothing good will ever come out of things that are insincere, filled with ulterior motives and bad thoughts. Yeap, you got that right. I am in fact surrounded by these things but I'd like to be the one who turn things around all the time and so help me God if I'm not capable of doing these things, let me be the one to turn my back against whatever bad things that are going to happen to me, or being said and done to me, let me be strong enough to handle the words that are being said to me. Ignorance is always bliss but there are always those who'd want to enter my mind and start telling me stories that side on just them. My mom taught me better :) I listen to both sides and I don't ever side on any one. And if things ever get out of hand, I believe in getting closure. Realistically, closure isn't something so easy to achieve because people lie about their intentions and they often want to escape and deny the real reason why they hate you in the first place but for peace of mind I always turn blind eyes unto that. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe that respect will get you to places, without it you're locked up in your room sulking bitterly at every drop of happiness you see on other peoples' faces. Ain't that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something recent that I believe in is good health. I have seen so many people killing themselves slowly with the lack of care they have for their bodies and how they've turned out. Heck, I have been that person and I do believe that I've talked about this in the past too. So now I refuse to go back to that and choose a healthier option to live. I know it's cool to binge and smoke but I'm past that now, I'm 25 years old and my body can break down anytime soon, it's time to fuel up and oil my gear and prepare for something heavier that might open up to me in the future, insyAllah. I don't want to be sick all the time when I have kids, in fact I'd like it if they see me healthy so they'd want to be healthy too. At least that's how it is with me and my parents. They like taking care of themselves and it makes good sense that me and my siblings are doing the same thing. So that is good no? Yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sooo many things that I believe in like cleanliness, tidiness, the arts and performance because these things can help shape the cognitive into an intellectual deal better than money, but you know, if I talk about that more of yous are gonna think I'm cocky :p Yes, I believe that this world is judgemental and when awkward about others' achievements choose to talk bad about it to turn the plate onto them but that's alright. I respect your decisions to think about other people however you choose to but when you measure up your sleeve against those you've bad-mouthed, how have you lived up to the many syllables you've put the negative sign infront of? Hmm? That is something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I believe in being happy in our own ways. Some people choose to be happy by being miserable, some choose to do it the direct way but through the longest and hardest journey but in the end, being happy is the mission and that's one thing that everyone wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm graduating again tonight and to close this I'd like to say that I believe in hard work. Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7150511214129140502?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7150511214129140502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-do-you-believe-in-and-not-just-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7150511214129140502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7150511214129140502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-do-you-believe-in-and-not-just-god.html' title='What do you believe in? And not just God or atheism.'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5197364637602047212</id><published>2010-12-12T21:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:13:18.701+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think it means to be in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt; It is indescribable. The best feeling ever. &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5197364637602047212?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5197364637602047212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-do-you-think-it-means-to-be-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5197364637602047212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5197364637602047212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-do-you-think-it-means-to-be-in.html' title='What do you think it means to be in love?'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-8423523882094173066</id><published>2010-12-12T00:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:38:23.672+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you been spending your time lately? Three/Five/Ten years ago would you have expected to be there?</title><content type='html'>I have been away, chasing my ambition and doing the things that I like most =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a million years did I ever think I was going to be where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All praises to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With strong will and a strong approach, I am here now doing my family proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-8423523882094173066?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/8423523882094173066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-have-you-been-spending-your-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8423523882094173066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8423523882094173066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-have-you-been-spending-your-time.html' title='Where have you been spending your time lately? Three/Five/Ten years ago would you have expected to be there?'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4277321226182325168</id><published>2010-12-11T00:16:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T02:49:54.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you? In comparison to who you used to be. What made you change?</title><content type='html'>Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment all I know is that I am someone at lost within myself, trying to search for open doors and windows, some outreach, an outstretched hand that is ever so willing to bring me into someplace safe where I don't have to think about what the next 5 years is going to look like for me. Truth be told I'm not. Because I know something out there is waiting for me to come to it. Good or bad, I am going to look for that thing. I know Allah has prepared something for me and I know that not knowing what it is is quite frustrating but I trust in whatever's going to happen will do happen for a reason. Like I said, good or bad, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters is what kind of person I'd turn out to be if that thing happens to and for me. I have been readying myself so help me God if I ever breakdown from all the tests you've given me, give me more so I'd learn my lesson and say, "Yes, alhamdulillah. Now I know myself and what I'm capable of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been exactly the kind of thing I've been going through for the past years of being away but I know at the back of my head that it's been a different kind of obstacle. I have just been preparing myself for what is going to happen but I am not ready for anything yet. I'm pretty scared but you know, knowing myself, I'm prone to being panic at the start but once I get the gist of things I'll be alright. I have been independent for thousands of days, millions of hours and more of the seconds so I can do this, I can face whatever's laid out in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in comparison to whom I used to be. Well, I have always been like this. Sure, when I was younger I was quite dependent on my parents, but when I was 18 they whisked me away to a faraway land by myself and since then I had to do things myself. Now it feels strange to have things done for me especially by my parents - like dishes and laundry - but I guess that is what independence has taught me. I am more responsible now. I didn't used to be. I made so many mistakes in the past before, some I'm still shameful of, some I'm still craving for but by heck, I am who I am now for the things that happened to me in the past. I have learnt a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of things made me change. Backstabbers - some coming from my own family, losing friends, making new friends, losing those friends, broken friendships, experiences with emotions and strangers whom I didn't have any problem with who then became my enemy who then became one of the nicest of my friends. Hmm, you know, being away taught me that I haven't really learnt anything in terms of dealing with my family because whenever I'm back home I'll only be back home for a fraction of a time. It's time with friends that helped me shape myself into who I am today. Some of them I'm proud of, some I'm not. Some I'm sick of. But everything, everything that happened to me, the good ones I try to improve while the bad ones I try to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like making myself better. Making better of things is my forte. Being a perfectionist helps too I guess. I have seen people who are all talk but no dos and sorry, but I hate sharing enthusiasm over something that I love when the other party doesn't really mean it. That's the worst thing you can ever do to me and well, there are quite a few. I don't hate this people per se, but being honest to my feelings would make me a little bit fonder of you. I have been slashed in my feelings so many times that I find it so hard to trust people right now. I understand that that's bad but I am just so friggin sick of being trampled in my heart. I don't like my feelings being hurt because I don't even need to try being nice to people. It's annoying how whenever I'm nice to people I get treated like a doormat in return. That is the shittiest thing but you know, you gotta do what you gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, suffice to say I don't care who likes me or who doesn't. I'm friends with everyone and that is the person I have become. You can come to me tell me that you don't like a person but I'm still going to be friends with that person. High school is over so I don't see why I should act like a child. 5 years from now I will be 30 years old, I can't wait to reflect on my life when I reach that age. What I know now is that I don't want when I turn 30 to reflect and find that I have not changed into a better person. What with all the talking behind people's backs (and always ALWAYS talking about the same person). Gahhh that's hopeless don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Can I compare myself now to whom I used to be? Damn straight I can. Now I know who take pride in doing bad things just to make themselves feel a bit better about themselves, and those who like doing good things for the greater good of course! In the past, I used to just trust every single person I talk to. Everybody used to be my bestfriend but all the jealousy and all the snide remarks aren't acceptable anymore. I have had enough maaayyynnn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how many friends I have now anymore. 10, 5 or 1, doesn't matter to me. What I'm looking for is that handful of people who I can trust and confide my feelings to. I lost a lot of those kind of people. I'm looking for new ones now. Although I don't need to because I have my very best bestfriend and my immediate family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, to compare, my mom used to hate talking about marriage in front of me. Now, it's all she talks about haha!! So the big comparison here is that I have grown up =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4277321226182325168?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4277321226182325168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-are-you-in-comparison-to-who-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4277321226182325168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4277321226182325168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-are-you-in-comparison-to-who-you.html' title='Who are you? In comparison to who you used to be. What made you change?'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-3474379829424791278</id><published>2010-12-10T00:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T00:41:30.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma be imma be imma imma imma be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened today? If it was the last day of your life, how satisfied would you be with your final hours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was simple. Woke up early and felt that the day was surprisingly yet sweetly long. I loved it. Went to the gardens and sat in front of the fountain and played Scrabble with my mom. It was a sweet little moment. It rained and we played under the rain. It wasn't until it poured real bad that we seek shelter on the steps of the gigantic Exhibition Center and continued playing there. At about 7pm we headed to the city for dinner with my mister :) Dessert was at Secret Recipe where me and my mom took silly pictures together and laughed til tears rolled from the corners of our eyes and our throats sore from all the laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a very very lush cake!!!!!!! Well, we all did. It was the best cake I've tasted since a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If this was to be the last day of my life I'd be very satisfied at how I spent it. It was terrific! I don't know how else to describe it but it was so satisfying and I'm grateful to be in the company of the nicest, sweetest and most understanding of people. You know what I like? I like that. People who listen, who understand, who stop to listen and then to understand. I like that. I fancy a little shake of the head whenever someone doesn't approve of how I choose to live my life because all I get from the many people I converse with is them going with how I flow with things. I have learnt that the only people to believe and trust in is those who don't always sit behind their computers, or stay cooped up indoors watching TV. I learnt to trust those who like going outside and bask themselves in the might of this universe! You know what I mean? You learn so many things from books, songs, films and such but you learn more from your experiences as a human being, dealing with human things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But of course, with that being said, doesn't mean that the mistakes you make in the past would change you. I don't see why I should trust the person who say they care about me, miss me, and love me when I know in the past they've said the darnest things about me. But me being me, I can't handle the thought of being enemies with people for too long a time. There's always that little devil who'd try to manipulate its way into my mind, nagging me with stuff from the past that'd make me hate a person big time. But I guess there is no darn use for that because I am past that. I'm through with that, and if you have a problem with me being nonchalant well there's nothing I can do about that can I? Would be pretty pleased if you look for someone else to share your hate about something or someone with. Not anymore with me because it has gone stale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait to be 30. But if I don't live to be 30, I'd be pleased with myself for being who I am today. I have learnt to be happy even when I'm by myself and that's the best feeling in the world. I don't need to be bitter seeing other people enjoying themselves and living their lives to the fullest because I surely can do the same :) I don't need to pretend to be nice to a person and then say things behind their backs. That is old news and that was the drive to be accepted. Not anymore. I am mature enough to handle all that and push them to the back of my mind. I'm alright and I'll pass on to other things if you so happen do try to get me right back into your realm of wanting to say things that are bad just so you'd feel satisfied about yourself. Goodness, to start with I didn't use to be that kind of person until I was whispered to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why delve into that? But for serious, so many pretenders out there. So many fakes. So so soo many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, I'm so happy that today I get to live with a portion of me that I have been missing for such a loooong time. I love my mom so very much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what, why don't you have that piece of cake and slobber on the icing too? You will understand how sweet life is when you do ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-3474379829424791278?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/3474379829424791278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/imma-be-imma-be-imma-imma-imma-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3474379829424791278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3474379829424791278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/imma-be-imma-be-imma-imma-imma-be.html' title='Imma be imma be imma imma imma be!'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4561249770960279517</id><published>2010-12-09T13:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:49:56.051+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHAHAHAHAHAHA to all things that are funny</title><content type='html'>For today and for always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love funny things - depressing things don't do nothing but boil my blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, let us all raise our glasses to all the funny things that have happened to us, that will happen to us and the funny things we made happen. Hahahaha seriously. LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOCO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4561249770960279517?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4561249770960279517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/bahahahahahaha-to-all-things-that-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4561249770960279517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4561249770960279517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/bahahahahahaha-to-all-things-that-are.html' title='BAHAHAHAHAHAHA to all things that are funny'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-7970587688139703452</id><published>2010-12-09T00:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:15:17.858+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Am not and never doing it for the attention. They come to me, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if I have helped you with something, a little bit of gratitude would make me feel less of a loser who's sitting here begging to be said thanks to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what you want from getting something from me. What's the deal with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if they love you, but seems like you're doing it for the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how this world works. Gladly it teaches me a lot about so many people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulterior Motives. Word of the century.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-7970587688139703452?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/7970587688139703452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7970587688139703452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/7970587688139703452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-2972696063416666463</id><published>2010-12-08T12:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:14:20.876+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolates for breakfast, rain thumping on my window...</title><content type='html'>and how comfortable it is to just sit here in the dark, fully dressed and ready to pick up my robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining cats and dogs. Can't simply just up and go? Ugh... I'm only happy when it rains in Brunei, I don't have to walk or take public transport to get to places. I don't like getting soaked and simply hate it more coz my mascara isn't waterproof! Well, that's not the complaining point though, what it is is that I woke up early today so the day'd end longer but it's raining and now I can't go out. Of course I can but my umbrella's flimsy and even if I'm to take the tram, I'm still gonna get wet waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I say sod it and practice a come what may situation today like all the other days then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a slight idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did have a really good birthday :) I'm still celebrating actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-2972696063416666463?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/2972696063416666463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/chocolates-for-breakfast-rain-thumping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2972696063416666463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2972696063416666463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/chocolates-for-breakfast-rain-thumping.html' title='Chocolates for breakfast, rain thumping on my window...'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5980715171351325099</id><published>2010-12-02T23:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:59:16.652+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All Praises to Allah</title><content type='html'>I passed my Honours!! I passed my Honours!! Upper Second Class, baby! 2.1! H2A! What else do people call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad were rooting for First Class Honours (so I can do my PHD straight away) but I guess my path isn't that so Alhamdulillah, thanks be to Allah for granting me this wish to have a degree in my grasp. Now I can do my Masters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, career. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my thanks to my parents, my siblings, my cousins, the rest of my family and my closest friends. If not for you guys I would've already thought a degree was blah and quit a looong time ago. Alhamdulillah, I passed. Syukur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh so many many thanks for this ya Allah... Alhamdulillah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5980715171351325099?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5980715171351325099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-praises-to-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5980715171351325099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5980715171351325099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-praises-to-allah.html' title='All Praises to Allah'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1748303347193243634</id><published>2010-11-30T17:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:56:33.222+11:00</updated><title type='text'>However I do believe that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death is inevitable..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Al-Fatihah to those whom have left us to be with God. A dear friend's dad has just passed away a few hours ago and my heart goes to him and his family. My condolences, also goes to my cousin's ex-classmate and my friend's uncle, Jefri Salas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, I hope this makes us realise that this life should be lived as if we're going to be dead any minute now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beneficent, the Merciful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owner of the Day of Judgment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thee (alone) we worship; Thee (alone) we ask for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show us the straight path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The path of those whom Thou hast favoured. Not (the path) of those who earn Thine anger nor of those who go astray&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-1748303347193243634?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1748303347193243634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/however-i-do-believe-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1748303347193243634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1748303347193243634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/however-i-do-believe-that.html' title='However I do believe that...'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-781481123448439990</id><published>2010-11-29T15:23:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:27:12.170+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeerrrr!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_IdSQ37wxw/TPMrUGx1MVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Es4jSgyTEbA/s1600/DSC_5236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_IdSQ37wxw/TPMrUGx1MVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Es4jSgyTEbA/s400/DSC_5236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544823190640210258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me boxes today and Imma pack ma ass off lyk you kent emajin! Yerrrrrrraaabooiii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for street cred? No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-781481123448439990?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/781481123448439990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/yeeerrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/781481123448439990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/781481123448439990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/yeeerrrr.html' title='Yeeerrrr!!!'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_IdSQ37wxw/TPMrUGx1MVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Es4jSgyTEbA/s72-c/DSC_5236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-6252397879942226012</id><published>2010-11-29T01:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T02:12:18.373+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding this to the list of things I don't believe in</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pressure of settling down at a certain age.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm just that person. Plus, my luck is different and I want different things. Only putting this down when I thought of the three people in my family getting married next year. Four, if I include my cute cousin who just bought a hunk of a car! Hmm... I'm just not thinking about it right now because I'm having too much fun being together and not having that marriage commitment like family stuff. We're two single people who are exclusive just to each other. How's that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! You know come to think of it ALL these four people are younger than me. Well, I'll be damned! Hahahahaha I'm kidding. I love life :) When I do get hitched people will know as soon as possible. I'll send telegrams to the President!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-6252397879942226012?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/6252397879942226012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/adding-this-to-list-of-things-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6252397879942226012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/6252397879942226012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/adding-this-to-list-of-things-i-dont.html' title='Adding this to the list of things I don&apos;t believe in'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5684288056391046850</id><published>2010-11-28T02:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T02:30:48.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I don't believe in</title><content type='html'>Not in order of importance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving up on wanting to have a good life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving up on religion or whatever you believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving up on just about anything!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me being able to handle not washing my hands every 5 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaving the hand-vacuum uncharged, that's just crazy, what if you have crummies?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not recycling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running away hand-in-hand. What if I'm slower than you are? I don't want to be dragged!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me not cleaning the dishes for half a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me not making the bed before I go out or start my day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having rolls of napkins handy for kitchen use AND TOILET PAPER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not dusting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not keeping everything in place and in an orderly fashion before going to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not saying Bismillah 21 times before going to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not taking pictures of whatever I think is important to take pictures of, although they might not end up uploaded online&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saying No to Milo or Green Tea or Tea in general or COFFEE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not watching FRIENDS while eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls not caring about knowing how to cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls not liking to do housework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls who don't care about their health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls who don't like massages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lazy people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who think that art is just a waste of time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extremely religious people who still listen to music, watch movies, gossip, but frown on girls who like dressing up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preachers who don't practice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People talking bad about other religions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who discourage us from being friends with people from a different religion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being enemies with someone for far too long!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being jealous over other people's achievement, beauty, wealth, tolerance, etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't believe in being rude to people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anger issues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hmm I can't think of anymore. I should have more, right? I thought it'd be easier to talk about cons rather than pros for a change. I was wrong. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna start listing out things that I don't believe in. I'm sure there are more! I couldn't be THIS good of a person to always believe in something? Surely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What don't YOU believe in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5684288056391046850?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5684288056391046850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-dont-believe-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5684288056391046850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5684288056391046850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-dont-believe-in.html' title='Things I don&apos;t believe in'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4846227287769306140</id><published>2010-11-26T21:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:59:33.345+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Aspirations</title><content type='html'>I have been running out of juice and my sketchbook is filled with pages upon pages of stupid drawings of nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I thought why not get a new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT going to let the past six years of my life tear me apart anymore. I lost part of my teenage life and I'm paying back lost time. So what if I'm turning 25 soon? That's alright. All in good time, my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4846227287769306140?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4846227287769306140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-aspirations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4846227287769306140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4846227287769306140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-aspirations.html' title='New Aspirations'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-53885216200988068</id><published>2010-11-25T23:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:52:02.847+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am watching Star Wars V The Empire Strikes Back and now that I'm mature enough to understand what's happening, well the story goes that people ought to be nice to each other and just stop the hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-53885216200988068?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/53885216200988068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-watching-star-wars-v-empire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/53885216200988068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/53885216200988068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-watching-star-wars-v-empire.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-2321177124185999371</id><published>2010-11-25T11:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:28:01.745+11:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2itAWjtiJak/S7j8ZGqyJuI/AAAAAAAAD8w/KpeIuKsBKwk/s1600/samson_and_delilah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 755px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2itAWjtiJak/S7j8ZGqyJuI/AAAAAAAAD8w/KpeIuKsBKwk/s1600/samson_and_delilah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this film last night. I don't have much to say. And perhaps that's because there weren't much dialogue going on throughout the entire film. It doesn't mean the storyline's no good though because you're bombarded with a lot of emotions to keep you pestered on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson and Delilah is a story about two aboriginal kids living in a poor community who fell in love with each other. Of course with stories such as this there must be a tragic ending but that ending soon changed into a very bright beginning. Samson, as it shows, does not have any parents and is living with a bunch of guys who plays music all day long. Delilah, on the other hand, takes care of her sick grandmother, brings her to the health center, brings her to church, feed her and basically she does everything a good grandchild does. Samson fell in love with Delilah upon seeing her while he was sitting outside of a grocery store and soon became a very creepy stalker who follows her around, throws stones at her and all these while not saying anything to each other. It's pretty complicated to tell how they got together but when Samson started courting Delilah, she didn't respond well to him and only when her grandmother passes away does she give in and they both start going to places together - inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so tragic when Delilah was kidnapped and raped by "white boys" and it bothers me so much that she doesn't say anything to Samson about what happened to her. Even more tragic is when they were both sniffing petrol while walking in the street, cross the road, Samson walks infront and suddenly BAM! Delilah gets hit by a car. Well, Samson, being the "sniffer" that he is has an impaired hearing so when Delilah was hit he didn't even realise it until he realises that Delilah is not with him when he got home. Days passed and still she's a no-show so that's when I saw emotion from him. He cried and it's just oh so heartbreaking. Imagine this, she's the only one you love, the only one you hold on to because you have nobody else in this world and suddenly she disappears without you knowing. But then she kind of rescued him and took him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just a really depressing film to watch. Talking about aborigines is something very very sensitive here so when you watch something like this your heart goes out to them and you pray that one day something will happen and their lives would just stopped being oppressed. I don't know but I give it 7 out of 10. It's very very good and if you're a high-brow film buff you'll know how good it is. Oh for these actors to portray the lives of their people is totally admirable. You do not see a lot of these films here although you would imagine they'd be a lot. That says a lot about the history of these people doesn't it? It's heartbreaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-2321177124185999371?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/2321177124185999371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2321177124185999371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/2321177124185999371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2itAWjtiJak/S7j8ZGqyJuI/AAAAAAAAD8w/KpeIuKsBKwk/s72-c/samson_and_delilah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-5942327378212800089</id><published>2010-11-24T18:31:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:28:13.959+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Inspired</title><content type='html'>And I'm gushing smiles from my soul, or so at least I think so LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was just reading my friend's blog out of the blue, because he NEVER updates, and suddenly today out of boredom I went on and whaddya know, something to read and trust me, I like what I read :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading inspiring blogs, blogs that emit positivity and that radical desire to be successful - always talking about facing challenges and NOT wallowing on failure and all that jazz. I LOVE THOSE TYPE! Why? Because I am NOT the type of person who would sit and just listen to you wallow in self pity because you think that what you have achieved in life is not enough. Honey, nothing is ever enough in this world. That is why God gives us brains to think, hands to do stuff with, legs to walk to places, and our senses to feel. God has never ever told us to give on anything and if anything, Islam has always told its believers to not stop believing and surely that is enough to tell us that we're capable of whatever our hearts desire, yes? Yes. We taught to ponder, reflect, change the wrongs, keep the rights and think of many other things that are possible to do in this world. Surely if we always get what we want in terms of materialistic things, then everything else comes as easily? Have you ever thought of it that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I love is when someone realises that when they want something, they'll work hard to get it. Nothing elates me more than people who are excited to make things happen for themselves. Those who do not succumb to pressure of those who do nothing BUT try to stop them from being successful. Ugh, come to think of it there are so many people in my life who always want to see me crumble and cry and fall down and bleed but heck, my mom taught me not to listen and just prove them wrong. I know a friend do not like to prove anything to anyone and to just do whatever he feels like doing without pleasing anyone but himself, BUT I was raised in a different way. People around me, especially those close enough to comment on how ugly I look with that large zit on my face, sometimes they need to be slapped for always humiliating me in front of everyone but you know I don't need to physically do that. I slap them with proving to them that I am not the loser they think I am. I'm not. You know that too but sometimes you're just too engrossed in envy that you'll be like, "Yeah, Nis. You've put on weight. You're so fat!" Like OMG stop it already! Who are you to tell me that I am nobody and that I should feel bad about myself? I am here now am I not? But where are you? Ahh, karma. Kicks your ass like accidentally biting your own tongue. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand though, what I don't like is those people who are all talk and no action. You know those people who have so many things in their wishlist, they want this and that, want to do this and that but only doing those things to be updated with the change in time. Like when I first got my DSLR I was mocked, "Eh basar jua camera mu atu. Kan jadi reporter ko kah? HA HA HA" but then when it was the HYPE all those people who mocked me ALL had DSLRs and they only wanted those things because everyone else was getting into the photography hype and once the hype died down, where are your cameras, fellas? Chicken shit has a certain amount of time of being hot, so yeah once it cools down you're out there doing something else. Come on, please. Be true to yourself. I hate getting linked to all ye who never finish what you all started. I hate being compared to all you who never seem to give a rest to that bitterness you feel in your heart just because you want something that you can't have. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Like, OH MY GOD PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, all those people who got skills, I hear you. I may not be as good as you are but you all know which type of people I'm talking about. I know, so what if they want to have what they want as long as they have the money because that money isn't even ours but you know what I hate the most? Hearing these said to me, "Nisa, sama ah kesukaan kamu ani, siapa yang mulakan dulu?" HAHAHA siapa yang mulakan dulu. You make me cry! I don't give a tiny rats ass who start what first as long as when I do something I do it for my own cause is enough to make me happy. Kan? Isn't that correct? When you're out there doing your own shit happily, there must be somebody else who'd want to ruin it for you. Makes you want to go all Mr T at them and spit at the fools who aren't cool enough to support you OR accept you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, don't even get me started on those people whom, upon seeing your achievements, still try to tell you to do something that you aren't passionate about. And then they hold a grudge against you for not wanting to do what they want you to do. Mister, it was painful enough to see your daughter depressed when you promised her something so that she'd do what you ask her to but when she did it you suddenly become scared at how awesome she is so you keep her stranded under your scrutiny. I know you're angry at me for not becoming whom you suggested me to become but heck, I was 18 when you told me to be that thing you wanted me to be and I didn't want to be that. Even now. And I'm turning 25 in less than a month and it still bothers me to think that you will be forever angry at me because I don't want to be that person. Yeah, ok it is true that I will earn 2800 for a start but IT IS NOT ABOUT THE MONEY. What I even want to do in the long term in my life would not even involve money. Does that make me a sad person? Yes. But will I be a more compassionate person than you are? Also yes. Please, do not stop me from doing what I want! Or I'll hate you. I don't want to hate you with passion. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;There's a story behind every person. There's a  reason why they're the way they are. They aren't just like that because  they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's  impossible to fix them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;OK maybe that's you. Fair enough, I'm going to cut you some slack. But doesn't mean you need to keep being who you are. You definitely can change to be somebody who's a little bit more desirable? Stop being so mean to me. I know what I want in life and if that bothers you so much then I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids, moral of the story is that when you set your heart on something, try your best to achieve them. It ain't easy to achieve things immediately, I know that, I have gone through that too but what I've learnt is that if you're a quitter, you will forever be a quitter and be devoid of compassion for those people who are more successful than you. In the end, you'll feel superior amongst those people who you see are less than adequate to you. And that is just TOO sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we going to do from today on? Set our hearts on something, lead our paths to cross with that thing, work hard for it and be thankful. Stop it already with the dragging other people into your life's misery because it is getting OOOLLLDDD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-5942327378212800089?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/5942327378212800089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/totally-inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5942327378212800089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/5942327378212800089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/totally-inspired.html' title='Totally Inspired'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-8982407096077477981</id><published>2010-11-22T18:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:09:36.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-time since I saw something this good</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRBIYwMSD18?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRBIYwMSD18?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just watched ANTM Cycle 15 Episode 11 and Tyra Banks debuted her Motion Editorial in this episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is some damn good production. Tyra is one of those people, whom, when they put their hands on something, will always succeed and win. All my admiration for her. Especially with this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-8982407096077477981?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/8982407096077477981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-time-since-i-saw-something-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8982407096077477981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8982407096077477981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-time-since-i-saw-something-this.html' title='Long-time since I saw something this good'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-3941748759074869663</id><published>2010-11-22T14:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:57:56.574+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>Great start to the week! Why? Because: tumpi kneading, curry stewing, green tea while making them and bubur kacang ready for dessert and so are durians (although frozen and bought in a container at the Asian grocer). How can that not make your Monday a particularly splendid one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather today is especially warm. It was very very warm at 2am this morning. Ode to fans though coz otherwise I wont be able to sleep. OOOhhh I'm just so happy :) Also, I am anxiously anticipating my thesis result so I'm doing all I can to keep my mind off of it so I wont be so nervous about it! InsyAllah everything's going to be OK. I hope the target that I set on myself at the beginning of this year will come true. If it does I'll be the happiest person alive! But if it doesn't I wont mind much of it because deep down I know that I have tried so damn hard to make things fall right into their places. It's all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my two cents for the day. Just thought I'd write something so then when I come back to this post I'll remember how awesome the start of the week was for me. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-3941748759074869663?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/3941748759074869663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-monday-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3941748759074869663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/3941748759074869663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday Monday'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4647079941946221098</id><published>2010-11-18T14:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:07:47.473+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IU0QV-BrW34/TGTmz6dToGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/LQLF8ocrmTE/s400/a22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IU0QV-BrW34/TGTmz6dToGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/LQLF8ocrmTE/s400/a22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best breakfast of all time today! Coffee, bread, and lamb :) I know that's as unhealthy as can be what can you do hey? Don't want to let that go to waste now you hear so you eat it while you can LOL! Yeah seriously, second time making lamb and I'm liking it. I am, of course, having bowel problems this morning because my tracts cannot fathom red meat as much as my brain can't fathom stupidity but I don't care. Why? Because Carpe Diem. I'm seizing the day and lookie here, I'm happy during this rainy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway while having breakfast I also had the most indulgent viewing of motion picture. Dead Poets Society. That was what I watched earlier today. I'm watching Labyrinth now but we all know what it's all about and there is another make of it so I don't think I need to talk about it. I'll just flood Tumblr with pictures of the Goblin King while I go along haha. Damn, I seem to be flooding my own Tumblr with reblogs now and it's so addictive. See what I like, reblog. Read what resonates closely to myself, reblog. Learned about something, reblog. Reblog reblog reblog! I love how impersonal it is yet it's filled with the same sort of thing, only presented differently. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of  hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is  their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like  many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait  until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what  they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now  fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them  whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - -  Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your  lives extraordinary. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Who doesn't like watching inspiring movies such as this? My friend, I'm telling you, it takes little to inspire us to want to be someone or do something in this world, but this film, well, you learn about your life from it only you're seeing it through the glass of the television set and you're heartbroken when you realise one of the reasons why some things are out of your grasp is because of those people who constantly pull you down just to feed their own egos. Urgh. Disgusting. Story of my life, okay. Takes a lot of guts for me to even be here right now. I have people around me who tell me I should be who I am not but in your face! Nah, I'm not gonna go there anymore. I'm past it already. Well, I am graduating for the third time in December. How many times have you done it? So please stop trying to control me. At least what I do is study. Although at this point of life that's all I'm ever good at but I suppose the universe is preparing me for something tougher. I know, the hardship of reality and the harshness of life but if it isn't for these consequences then I wouldn't learn anything about living. Anyway, enough of that. It's a nightmare for readers to come across it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write  poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is  filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are  noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty,  romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman,  "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless  trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good  amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists,  and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a  verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse.  What will your verse be? &lt;/blockquote&gt;So beautiful. I have come across those people who smirk at me for being or talking so passionately about the things that I love doing. You can call me a nerd for being this way, a geek, a humiliation to all things cool but at least I have something I'm good at. I don't even take that much of a pride for what I do because of the people who thinks I'm smug but I am already made this way. Maybe because I'm always doing things by myself when I was younger. I didn't really have that many friends, not until I found people to share my passion with but anyway, those friends in school are different. In schools really. I hated having to transfer to all those schools once upon a time but alas, here I am today, I think interacting with all those different people along the way helped me realise that life is nothing and if all else fails all you have is your craft. I have embraced that passionately and I'm glad. It has now begun to make me think that I can do anything when I put my heart to it, I just hope that when and if I do that I wont lose who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, haters are always going to hate. They make you bad. Make you ugly. Make you useless. But stay true to yourself and others will see you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I on about here? Life. Lost. Passion. Poetry. Romanticism. Reading between the lines. Hmm, life is so damn good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4647079941946221098?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4647079941946221098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/carpe-diem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4647079941946221098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4647079941946221098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IU0QV-BrW34/TGTmz6dToGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/LQLF8ocrmTE/s72-c/a22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4127976427207061811</id><published>2010-11-16T22:26:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:42:40.118+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Conversation</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again from Big W and had one of those many conversations shared between me and my boyfriend. You see, we think alike and our conversations are always those along the lines of "hope" and wanting to make things better because face it, we're no queen and king of the world but there are a lot of things that we want to do, places we want to be at and things we want to have in this world. Him and me, we're no different to each other. We were raised the same way and we face the same pressure growing up. If I don't say so myself we are facing the same kind of situation in perhaps the same kind of scenarios but the thing about us is that we relate to each other, hurdles and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we share a lot of conversations together. So tonight on our way back we talked about when he performed umrah and boy, do I long to go there. He said when you're there you realise what the purpose of this life is. You'll realise that what you want is all there, your devotion to Allah, to kneel before Him and you'll finally realise that all this while when you pray and sit there facing the Kaabah, it is there in front of you. You don't need to wonder how it feels like to pray in front of it for real because now you see it clearly in front of your eyes. MasyAllah. I want to witness all that and I want to be there. I have heard before that the black cloth used on the Kaabah is not the kind of black that you've seen before. And he agrees as well, it is not the kind of black that we see everyday. It is a different kind of black. It is beautiful. And the gold thread used on it. How can a small human being even begin to explain its beauty? All praises to Allah. I want to be there. I want to see it for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyAllah, when I have started working, have enough money, I will go there. It is one of the things that I want to do before I die. And face it, it's one of the things that are wajib for us to do before we die as it is one of the five pillars of Islam. Islam. I was lost from you, I kind of forgot about you and forgot what you want and don't want me to do. Allah has shown me His hidayah now and I'm slowly re-learning about Islam. I was lost before and right now I'm slowly finding my way into the right path. Part of finding the path is to numerously reflect on the things that I've gone through before. I'm sorry when during this reflective process I offend anyone because it is not my intention. What I'm trying to do is to better myself and not anyone else. I don't want anyone to be offended and if anyone has I'm really really sorry. All I'm trying to do is to seek guidance and while doing that of course I think about all the wrong things I did and the things that are done to me. It was pretty stupid what I did back then, always reacting to the things that are said and done to me but right now I'm thinking why. Why did I do all that? My mom taught me better. She always taught me that it is better for somebody else to inflict pain on me and not to give back the pain and I used to not believe in that. I do now because I understand what that kind of hurt felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to anyone I've hurt their feelings once upon a time, from my words, my sarcasm, the way I react. I'm sorry. All I want to do now is to keep on reflecting on the things that I've done and pray for myself to be forgiven and be released from the pain that those things had given me. I do not want to be tied to the pain I once lived. I have found someone who has lifted me up time and time again and I thank Allah for giving me this person. I think it's great that somebody like him has been given to me because he is exactly who I need. Exactly who I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Adha here today and it's going to be Adha there tomorrow in Brunei. I think it's good that I'm thinking about the things that I've done wrong and having the realisation to want to be better. I just need to let it out you know. Writing is all I have left that I'm good at so if what I write in here is less than desirable then so be it. I'm doing this for myself. At least when I die one day, there would be something that could be read by my little ones or my grandchildren. That would be a good thing to have ready for everyone right? Lineage who don't already get the chance to meet me can then learn about me. They'll know that I'm imperfect, that I am just like them. Mere human beings with mistakes and enemies and friends and hobbies and pet peeves that annoy everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have so many things in my head that I have this need to let them out at once. I think this blog is a good outlet for my "voice" so to speak. Well, you gotta do what you gotta do. All those haters are always going to hate but as long as you have love in your heart and in your mind, you'll be alright. I hope I'm not contradicting myself too much but I guess all I want to do is prepare myself for the afterlife and hope that one day I'll be able to go to Mekah. All the things I do along the way, like my hobbies and passion, are just little things that I like doing to fill my time. Afterall, what is this life if not spent doing useful things? Let's not waste it by being angry all the time shall we? Sometimes I don't even know the words I say and things I do anymore. Well, I guess it depends on how people perceive us no? But like I said, it always takes one person to ruin us by their words but why should we let those things define us? Don't let them anger you. Ponder back at why they'd want to do that to you in the first place. Afterall, yang baik datang dari Allah, yang buruk dari no one else but diri sendiri. So perhaps. Just perhaps. I don't need to say more. Of course there are those coincidences that would make you feel like you're being bullied or lied to, I might feel the same, others might feel the same. I hope that with this everyone would realise that everything that causes all those mishaps that happen to us are all misunderstandings. You know there are always three sides to every story: yours, mine and THE TRUTH. We might not always know the truth, although we would feel that we do, but we don't. Afterall, there are other beings around us "who" help make us decide to do, not to do or undo things. One of those people are shaitaan. Well, I admit I do succumb to their whispers, proof is that I don't pray five times a day although I strongly want to. But I am just human and I make mistakes. All it takes is dzikir and istighfar I guess. I just don't want to deliberately be in constant paranoia like I once was. Well, part of doing that is to let a lot of people into my life. Let myself be in constant surveillance by others so that I'd feel less paranoid everyday. My sister always tell me that I am just so thick that sometimes I don't even realise somebody is being mean to me. My boyfriend says the same. Is that because I'm too nice then? Too forgiving? Suffice to say I'm not that trusting anymore and that has made me paranoid but I've learnt to live past that now. I am who I am and I shouldn't be who I'm not. I say sorry all the time and it annoys a lot of people but why can't I just be myself? I think at least by being myself it'd be easier for me to learn about my faith no? So all ye people who tell me things, well.... you know exactly what I'm going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this holy day of eid I wish everyone peace, tranquility and cleanliness of the heart. I pray that one day I'll be completely purified from all things murky. Even if that happens when I finally stop breathing, that's OK. At least I'll be satisfied. All I want now is to stop reading too deep into whatever people say to me. We all want peace don't we? Life is too short to be so mean to each other. InsyAllah, one day we will be led to the straight path and who knows, as mean as we are to each other when we were on Earth, it might be that when we die we'll be put together and at least then there is a familiar face. Barakallahufikum for all the things said and done to me in the past, especially the hurtful ones. I now stand taller and stride faster. I have let it go and not once have I repeated anything. Like anyone would say, misunderstanding especially happens when you're constantly murky in the heart. Paranoid. Istighfar is the way. Prayer is the way. I sound like a broken record and I sound overly self-righteous, I don't even do all those things. But I'm trying. This is one of the things that I'm learning to set my ego aside for and just mellow out. InsyAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid everyone. Eat lots of lamb :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4127976427207061811?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4127976427207061811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/walking-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4127976427207061811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4127976427207061811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/walking-conversation.html' title='Walking Conversation'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-1584606061153372773</id><published>2010-11-16T20:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:14:11.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyak nyak nyak... what now?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.cse.unsw.edu.au/%7Egeoffo/humour/flattery.html"&gt;Cheer up =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, why not click on the blue text hey? It'll make your day indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've something in my head I want to blog about. Nothing fancy though, just something I've been pondering about like after school specials and life after the holidays but I don't think I'm even in the mood to blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm lying. I'm totally gonna do that in the next post. Going to Big W with the Mr first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let paranoia ruin your mood"&lt;br /&gt;so click on the blue text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xx&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/8026403690550900287-1584606061153372773?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/1584606061153372773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/nyak-nyak-nyak-what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1584606061153372773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/1584606061153372773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/nyak-nyak-nyak-what-now.html' title='Nyak nyak nyak... what now?!'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-8369776755137046312</id><published>2010-11-09T10:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:15:34.383+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kelsidagger.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/sex-and-the-city-2-poster-371.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.kelsidagger.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/sex-and-the-city-2-poster-371.preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two days since I last watched this movie and I am still hooked on it! OK, I already loved the series. The first movie was OK, made me cry in the cinema and all that. This second one, on the other hand, made me cry, made me scared, made me happy, made me laugh, made me question and made me reaffirm my belief on these beautiful ladies and the glory of being a woman! Well Ok I'm only 24 going on 25, people would say I'm not yet a woman, just a little lady but who cares? It's just a matter of opinion and boo y'all who dare say I still look 19. Well alright I don't look 19 anymore but you know what I mean LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Why do I love SATC2 more than I do the first one? Well first is the fashion and the shoes and the witty conversation that touches upon real life. Smack me for not getting up to date with a lot of newly released films for this year but SATC2 is by far the closest to reality of a movie I can get thus far. Like come on, which other movie this year that I've seen touches upon the reality of married life, children, the past coming back to haunt you and the topic that has always been a big issue - oppressed women in the under-rated religion of Islam? Second, I love it for its setting. Abu Dhabi, people!!! I have always wanted to throng through the terrains of the dessert and experience the luxurious heat with its gems and spices and beautiful colours. Besides India, where else can we feel exotic? Well ok Brazil, fair enough but I'm no fan of it! UAE and India have always been on top of my list so I'm singing an ode to Abu Dhabi and SATC2 and all things sandy and have dates (the fruit) in them! Thirdly and but of course when the setting is in a Muslim country there will always be discussion of halal and haram and the things discussed are always about the women in their veils, the burqa and the niqab. But please do watch this movie and you will LOVE it so much. Why? Because it champions Muslim women!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the detail I'm gonna talk about because you might not have seen it and I hope with this little post you'd want to see it now. For serious, I'm still hooked up on it. Fine fine fine the socialist feminist in me might be factor to this discussion because otherwise why am I so worked up and excited about the positive portrayal of women in a Western film that discusses "the bad religion"? But trust me, you will love watching this. Oh the flowy dress, the full gowns and the accessories *dreamy sigh* Carrie Bradshaw, too. She's one of my favourite women characters and an icon to me too. Hmm what more can I say? I'm in love with it! I hope they sell the first and second film box set online so I can watch them thousands of time again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEEE if you haven't already. GO. WATCH. SEX. AND. THE. CITY. DEUX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-8369776755137046312?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/8369776755137046312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-has-been-two-days-since-i-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8369776755137046312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/8369776755137046312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-has-been-two-days-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-220108695068783906</id><published>2010-11-06T01:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T02:10:16.097+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://abiglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/9780141037592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 595px;" src="http://abiglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/9780141037592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just sleep the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Death is inevitable. Would you agree to that? I just finished reading this book minutes ago and I'm still feeling kind of beat up by the twist in the plot. I should have known from the beginning who the real killer was but Raymond Chandler outsmarted me by a thousand splendid suns (pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have always wondered how it would feel like to stop breathing. Stop existing. Will people still wallow the lost of me or move on with their lives as soon as the sun comes down? I guess my dark days having met with death or the passing of somebody was a few years back when the people that I keep dearly to my heart left without saying goodbye. It's sad thinking about it now but I can't blame death on anyone. In fact, if you know anything about life at all, you might be looking forward to being dead. But human beings are selfish, things are always not enough, we always want more than what we're given. More money, more materialistic needs, more affection. It's always not enough. So the incandescence of life is never enough hence there goes the saying, "Life is short. Enjoy it while you can," and with that people enjoy life too much without a care about the things they do and the words they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried thinking about death? Does it scare you, the thought of being buried six feet underground? Does the afterlife rattle your bones and make you want to repent? Are you confident that you're ready to answer questions being asked to you at the end of days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always think of these because if I do then heck, I wouldn't even begin to think about doing the things that I do and commit to. Life is full of sin and whispers from shaitaan. In fact we listen to the bad voices more than we do the good ones because some of us are so scared of judgements. Well, who am I to say because I'm not perfect but the thought of death does really really scare me. I'm not ready for it because I have not done the things that are demanded of me to do in the 5 pillars of Islam. I think maybe if I turn into somebody who can provide answers to prepare for the afterlife then I'll be ready for death but even then I'll be sad and cry for those of whom I will be leaving. Like I said, death is inevitable but who wants to be dead? I often miss those who have passed and I ponder about the times we have together. Sigh. It really is something that's really hard to talk about, let alone think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare. Prepare. Prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Sleep has a number of those hidden meanings relating to death and you really need to get into the plot of this book to really understand the kinds of death Chandler is talking about. There is a character who is a General who is no longer in service yet still powerful even in his wheelchair and holding on to dear life. I think I kind of imagined him as the Grim Reaper from the way he was described. Maybe that's one of those related descriptions that links back to the whole narrative of the book. If I can get this right and backed-up I can safely say there are many times when things end up in somebody being dead in the book. It's a really interesting read and it's something that I wouldn't normally pick up from the book stands. I did though and not regretting it even a bit. It's one of those books that make your brain scatter into many pieces when you read it but in the end can't help but feel smug that you're done and actually understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me though, I don't understand what deficiency one of the daughters has that makes her not remember killing anyone and it makes her faint and wake up so innocent that you'd think she's a kitten who doesn't even remember she just shot somebody five times at close range. But then again books are meant to provoke you like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I'm back to reading narrative book right now. It's what I like doing since I learned talking. Books, music, films, photography and art. These are the things that make me whole. If that makes me a geek then a geek I am and will be forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I better stop and go on to the next one now. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-220108695068783906?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/220108695068783906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-it-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/220108695068783906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/220108695068783906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-it-together.html' title='Get it together'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4240925034967293869</id><published>2010-11-03T13:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:13:27.931+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sooo tired!</title><content type='html'>I woke up in the afternoon, that's about an hour ago, because my body just can't fathom the distance we had to travel back and forth yesterday. We went on a rolling roadtrip to Eaglehawk, Bendigo spent a whole day there. I got sunburnt and right now am as red as a lobster! Kind of destroyed my body yesterday too from the McDonald's I had for breakfast and dinner, but at least the apple pie is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK no pictures because I took everything analogue so that's gonna take a while to be put up but I think I'm sending the film to Michael's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, after nearly a year of spending time with books that was closely the best thing that happened to me. I needed that kind of break, to go out to the country and just chill under the sun with good company and good laughs. Some of them I've just met too and the way we hit it off makes me real fond of them. Like sitting at the gutter waiting for our friends to do rail tricks and cracking jokes until we topple over with tears. And this might sound silly but the police in Bendigo is just awesome! For serious man, they stopped their car in front of us, asked what's going on and said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You enjoying sitting at the gutter? You're doing a pretty good job at it!"&lt;/span&gt; and gave us thumbs up! Now if you were to do that here in Melbourne they'll be like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mate, show me some ID. Now, scram! Get outta here!"&lt;/span&gt;. I guess that's the difference between country and metropolitan life. Simpler times vs. living in paranoia, simpler times win all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to go on a lot of roadtrips because face it, Lumut to Bandar is like 40min, going to Temburong nobody is always up to because of the heat and the kusutness so all the roadtrip I ever get when I'm in Borneo is driving up to KK. Even Miri isn't considered a roadtrip because come on, 20min from KB Town that's like driving up to get petrol in Telisai when the ones in Seria and Lumut are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I got to say is that trips to places away from the city really does make you appreciate the simple things. Hygiene not included though. But the scenery on the way, the vegetation, especially the vegetation because I have this real uncanny admiration for nature, is just so damn nice! They're pretty, different and open up your eyes to a lot of possibilities that the world can offer. I think being here in Australia is the only chance for me to enjoy these kinds of luxuries. Sometimes even being on the coach going to Mt Buller or Phillip Island can wow you like there's no tomorrow. I know I want to go to places like Sydney, Darwin and Perth but I can do that when I work and have the money to splurge on the more expensive things in life. So far I've only been to Brisbane and Gold Coast to visit my cousins and that was whack! But I hate travelling on airplanes. I know right, year after year of going back and forth home and back makes you think that I might get the hang of it but naah, airplanes and me just don't get along. I don't like how constant it is sometimes, call me weird but I much prefer it when there's turbulence because I sleep better. Although the plus side of travelling on planes alone would be the single-serving friends you make and don't need to keep because everyone is the same. You say Hello and then you say Goodbye. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new skate park opening next week in the country too so I hope I get to be on the ride for that one! I know I'm just so bored and jobless now that I'm down to do anything! So bring it oooonnn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've just been rambling, this is how bored I am right now. I'm hungry and I need a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4240925034967293869?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4240925034967293869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-sooo-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4240925034967293869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4240925034967293869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-sooo-tired.html' title='I am sooo tired!'/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-4996518633719065605</id><published>2010-10-30T00:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:57:23.231+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nollybook.com/wp-content/uploads/products_img/eat%20pray%20love%203d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 595px;" src="http://nollybook.com/wp-content/uploads/products_img/eat%20pray%20love%203d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading this book a while ago and I'm still intrigued by the last message Elizabeth Gilbert leaves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think that pretty much summarizes what I want to say to her in reality for writing such a book. Sure, I got bored along the way reading this book because I wanted to get to the end as fast as I could but towards the end I find myself being fond of it again and actually kind of sad that it had to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say about this book? Eat, Pray and Love. The three things that we do cyclically whilst living. I believe that even if you're an atheist there is perhaps still that wish inside you that bears hopes and dreams for the future or ones from yesterday that haven't been fulfilled. I don't ever believe it when people say they never pray because people have wishes every day. Like, wishing things would fall into place for them in terms of looking for the right job. You don't have time for spirituality but sure that wishing and hoping from within is putting it out to the universe that you're a believer? What more if those wishes come true? You'd forget about being selfless and be pleased. Pleased of the gift given to you from a higher power. In my case, being a Muslim, gift from my God, Allah SAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, with my thesis done and handed in today, I'm pleased and grateful that Allah has given me the strength to not give up and just carry on from the day I started planning for my task until the day I completed it and felt satisfied about it. I was even more satisfied when I printed out copies of my thesis and had them bound. When I got them back I actually let them sit on my table for about five days before flipping through them again, today, for submission. Oh, I feel so relieved! It's like a heavy burden has been lifted from my body, like an evil spirit that has been haunting me for the past year but now that spirit has left me and I'm new again. It's that wonderful feeling. And I hope after this the feedback from the product will be as satisfying as what I'm feeling today. I guess if it wasn't for my prayers and guidance from God I wouldn't have been able to push myself to finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you read this book you'll be brought into a spiritual journey that you might be familiar with, and if you're not familiar with it yet, you will begin a spiritual journey that you'd want to continue even after you've finished reading it. I have just gone through a spiritual journey this year myself but of course that story has gone stale and if you see me I am a walking proof of that journey itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it just feels different now that I'm always at a state of zen with myself. I think I found a common ground with the energy within myself. Well for a start, I used to be so angry all the time, always so emotional which clearly would reflect on my photography, my writing, my body language and myself. I guess all those wasn't intentional and was actually caused by a person because before that I was already always in a state of zen and never cared about what is being said about me, what is being thought about me but this person, well this person brought the worst from me. But anyway, all that has passed and I've moved on. I no longer am attached to that emotional obstacle because I found prayer and dzikir. I know that sounds so lame to 21st century kids but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would try their best to provoke your sanity and they would topple over and laugh when you've gone insane and out of your mind angry about something. It pleases them the fact that they have won over the battle of trying to piss you off because you accidentally pissed them off just being yourself. Point is that all that doesn't matter anymore to me, I don't care now because it was closure that I seek and it was closure that I found. Sure, a little limerick here and there could make me smile for a little while but you know, knowing how the other person has turned out now tells me a lot about who they are. I don't like to compare myself against anyone, unlike themselves, so they're a pawn in their own game because whilst they think I'm being made bait they're the ones who are actually being caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what can I say about Eating and Loving? Suffice to say when it comes to love now, I'm the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. I don't like talking about love too much because it would hurt a few people but seriously, I am so thankful to be given a person whom I feel so comfortable with and want to spend the rest of my life with. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating. Well, in the book Liz talks about how much pasta and pizza she eats while in Italy. However, in my case, I'm trying to eat healthy because remember how fat I was a few years back? That was when I was a food snob. Always wanting to taste this, always deliberating that, always criticising another. What I thought was a passion for food actually tried killing me. It made me sick. Obese to be exact. Much to certain people's amusement really but it was really when I came to Australia that I decided I should stop being so unhealthy. I never used to eat a lot of fruits and I never ever liked vegetables at all but I have found that balance in my diet. I'm not as underweight as I used to be a year ago, and mind you looking back at those anorexic looking pictures of me breaks my heart because I looked so sick, but I'm at a very healthy level now. And surprise! I exercise more than I should.  I'm 25 years old this year and our bodies shut down easily now that we're already in our late 20s. So I'm trying to take care of my body as often as I can because I learnt that going in and out of hospital not only hurts me but also becomes much of an inconvenience to those people who are involved, especially my family. So I'm trying my best to supplement my body with nutrients so that by the time I turn 50 I'd still be fit to run on the threadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there are as many advice I can give as the book can give you too but you know all these things are pretty much common sense anyway. The book only helps enhance the things that you already unconsciously do and makes you think of the things that you've done right and what you're doing wrong. I think that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But point is, when there's already a movie produced about this book, I'd still say I prefer reading than watching. You play a lot more with your imagination while you read and it makes you a lot more happier than when you sit for 1.5hours watching something adapted from a book. I've always preferred it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026403690550900287-4996518633719065605?l=stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/feeds/4996518633719065605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-finished-reading-this-book-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4996518633719065605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026403690550900287/posts/default/4996518633719065605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillcarvings-theintrospection.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-finished-reading-this-book-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisa Halim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043658208060095945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026403690550900287.post-3124512297343104894</id><published>2010-10-12T11:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:42:57.879+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ah574az49c/S8h0y0BaBJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/n7s6vfz66yE/s1600/abdelfattah+does+my+head+look+big+in+this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ah574az49c/S8h0y0BaBJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/n7s6vfz66yE/s1600/abdelfattah+does+my+head+look+big+in+this.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find different approaches on how to write a literature review about this book. I can perhaps talk about it in a cultural perspective but then again that sounds a bit cliche when it comes to talking about religion, background and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict is that I like this book not because it tries to make readers understand the importance of the hijab to a Muslimah, it also tells a lot about a majority of people dealing with racism and segregation as well as those who inflict racist comments, remarks and those who segregate because of the refusal to accept differences in colour, race and religion. To me, it wasn't the narrative itself that captures me into the life of Amal (the main character of the book) but also the journey I experience whilst reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to a lot of the things that is said within the book - especially the feelings and doubts when Amal first decided to wear the hijab full time. I went through it. I had doubts and was actually scared at one point, scared at how my friends would judge me if one day I walk into class with my head covered. Well, from my own experience, my friends were taken aback a little when they first saw me with it but at that time they knew it was Ramadhan so they perhaps understood my spiritual journey. We even talked about fasting together and I'm glad that I didn't have to go through the whole racist thing because I actually prepare myself for that every time I walk out of my apartment. Not everyone here accepts differences and there are instances when those minute minded people would look at me and have the questioning look on their faces. Well, they don't really know what my journey is all about, do they? So I let them judge me this time. I don't care because this is my jihad to get closer to my creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl actually questioned my intention of wearing the hijab. She questioned the reason why I get my head covered, questioned me covering up from head to toe. She said why show my faith when in the end I'm only going to relapse? Well, the answer is here already in front of your eyes. I don't do this to show off to people because I don't answer to people, I answer to God and only He and I know the real answer why I have chosen this path. I don't have any other answer to that because what is the real answer to why people become pious all so suddenly other than what we already know? Well, individuals have no rights to judge other individuals based on behaviour and aesthetics. I don't dress up the way I am to show to people or to be in-trend. When I first started covering up, I didn't even tell anyone the reason why I've done it because I don't need people to know what my hearts' contents are. It is between me and Allah and whether He wants to reward me for this in the afterlife is not within my grasp because I am not a perfect human being. I am thankful that Allah has shown me his hidayah and for a person as stubborn as I am, this is the most I have done in terms of swallowing my pride. I have never been one to love baring skin except for shorts but other than that, I don't always feel like. I don't even take pride in skin. But that's just who I am and who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to say bad things about me, to question my intention and pray that one day you'd see me not wearing it again and covering up my body and talking about sex openly. I know a lot of people who would be very pleased with that but look at yourselves first. Look at your decision and what you have said when you decided to cover your head. Look back at what your intentions were when you covered your aurah - did you do it because you saw people suddenly covering up and they looked good so you wanted to do the same so people around would praise you? Or did you do it because you feel obligated, you feel that you owe your life and body to God, you feel that you want to earn that extra good deed and prepare yourself for jannah? Question after question from those who want to see me falter only reflects back on those people, not me. Any right minded person would agree to this. It's just like when you call another person "Cock-deprived". When you say this, it only reflects back at you - that you aren't. So the shame is on you. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't see any reason why I need to justify my decision to cover my hair when I walk out of my apartment or anywhere I go because if you know anything about Islam at all, you'll know the exact reason why. I don't need to preach about religion. I like sharing about religion, of course, and I do stray away sometimes but Allah is just and Allah is forgiving. InsyAllah everyone will find their way so please don't contradict yourself because that alone tells a lot about you. Praise Allah and say Alhamdulillah if the path of righteousness has been shown to you in your heart or wherever, but don't ever be proud to be something the religion tells you not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Iblis fell from grace because he was too proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story, and how much I have turned from the book, is that no matter how different you are from the person next to you, no matter how ugly, how beautiful and how jealous you are to another person, remember that you are created different. Everyone is unique in their own ways. Why would you want to be a second version of someone else, when you can be the original version of yourself? I know that is justifiable when applied to individuals who choose to be different in terms of dressing up and whatnot, but it is what's in your heart that matters most. If you stick true to yourself, be yourself and not try to be someone else, guidance will come your way much easier than you think it would. Because of this, you can't judge anyone deliberately just because they have shown to you a different side of them that you have never seen before. Whatever people choose to do, what they want to become, what they wish to proof is all about their journey through this life. Remember Qada' and Qadar are in the hands of Allah so if your conscience tell you to pursue something, do it. If your heart tells you that what you're doing is wrong, listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No battle is harder than fighting to listen to the whispers of shaitan. So if one day you feel unattractive in a hijab, remember those are only whispers of the devil. If you can say no to being fat, or wearing smelly shoes, then you definitely can say no to the number one source of evil. Surely that's not too terrible huh? I bet if you set your ego aside and accept yourself for who you are and not look at the people around you and feel that you're lesser than they are, it would be easier for you to be the better person than who you once were. If you know me at all, I have not been a star pupil or the favorite granddaughter or the most favored niece. If you're a regular at my blogs than you'll know how many times I've proven to my non-believers that I am who they think I'm not. Like I said, a lot of people have always waited for me to falter, relapse, fall but my motto in life is to finish what I started. So you figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the kinds of things that are told in this book and that is perhaps why I like reading it so much. I think if time allows me to do so one day, I might give it another read. It's two weeks til my thesis submission now and I'm getting busier and busier by the minute but I'd like to read more books like this. It's not thick either, but the storyline is as real as it gets. There are characters in there who like to question, to block Amal's path and decision but she stands true to her faith and decision and that is what I like so much about this book. A book that makes me reflect on my own journey, that's my kind of book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, I'll try to blog more here. Tumblr's only taking a lot of my time as it keeps me browsing and browsing. But I'll definitely be back for good after my thesis submission. 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