<?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-8792489303711397472</id><updated>2011-07-31T14:11:33.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise man says..</title><subtitle type='html'>Never forget that life can only be nobly inspired and rightly lived if you take it bravely and gallantly, as a splendid adventure in which you are setting out into an unknown country, to meet many a joy, to find many a comrade, to win and lose many a battle</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792489303711397472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mE is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04165729943115028455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2ce6Y_UQgU/S-QKVHJdDHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VDH3G3INnbk/S220/img1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792489303711397472.post-32981490386334372</id><published>2011-07-06T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:41:02.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOr SoMEonE SpEcial In My L!fe</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Feels Like Home"&lt;/b&gt; - By Chantal Kreviazuk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms&lt;br /&gt;There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how lonely my life has been&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've been so alone&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;And change my life the way you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A window breaks, down a long, dark street&lt;br /&gt;And a siren wails in the night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me&lt;br /&gt;And I can almost see, through the dark there is light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've waited for your touch&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew how happy you are making me&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd love anyone so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792489303711397472-32981490386334372?l=qhaseh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/feeds/32981490386334372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/2011/07/dedcateed-for-someone-special-in-my-lfe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792489303711397472/posts/default/32981490386334372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792489303711397472/posts/default/32981490386334372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/2011/07/dedcateed-for-someone-special-in-my-lfe.html' title='FOr SoMEonE SpEcial In My L!fe'/><author><name>mE is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04165729943115028455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2ce6Y_UQgU/S-QKVHJdDHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VDH3G3INnbk/S220/img1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792489303711397472.post-3387244200210493087</id><published>2011-06-13T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:42:27.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe eNdUr!nG</title><content type='html'>I am returning to the office today, after sometime struggling&amp;nbsp; with the venture. I feel the different, seeing new faces, wicked smiles, strange voice, ignorance act and empty space. Yeah... that empty space is my new place...I have to moved over&amp;nbsp;because my old&amp;nbsp;place&amp;nbsp;is occupy by the other. Am I upset? Yes a bit... but its not the first time&amp;nbsp;I move around and its ok..this is&amp;nbsp;my enduring...i think i need to use the&amp;nbsp;shoes with Edga card (Ragnarok Maniac ..was :p)&amp;nbsp; for perfect enduring or Moonlight card to increase my speed so i can run faster and far...far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized.. I am still there, sitting, typing, completing my left over task..and I still not going to anywhere..until 5.30pm..I am going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792489303711397472-3387244200210493087?l=qhaseh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/feeds/3387244200210493087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/2011/06/endurng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792489303711397472/posts/default/3387244200210493087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792489303711397472/posts/default/3387244200210493087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/2011/06/endurng.html' title='tHe eNdUr!nG'/><author><name>mE is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04165729943115028455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2ce6Y_UQgU/S-QKVHJdDHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VDH3G3INnbk/S220/img1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792489303711397472.post-1108147722387586267</id><published>2011-06-11T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:52:28.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Fine</title><content type='html'>Last night i am watching a movie. Its title is "Everybody's Fine". Its a story of a father who embarks on an impromptu road trip to reunite with each of his grown children. Unfortunately the truth of their lives are far from picture perfect. Travel from place to place of each of his children ,the father&amp;nbsp; hands over a letter to each of them just to gave an old picture and a notes requested from them to return to home for Christmas. Maybe i am not telling this story in proper way, well i am not really good story teller. I didn't tell very well how's the conflict he faces along the journey, how he has been&amp;nbsp; beaten and his medication had been step to dust just after he requesting a young man to said "thank you" for a small favor he did to him. How he miss his late wife by just calling his home to listen to her recorded voice on the voice mail&amp;nbsp; and how he struggle to continued his journey with left over medication even its already turned into dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v4Y37p7LGs/TfLl4XQmByI/AAAAAAAAADE/d2ZMxY6u5_g/s1600/IMAG0361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v4Y37p7LGs/TfLl4XQmByI/AAAAAAAAADE/d2ZMxY6u5_g/s320/IMAG0361.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The father, questioning of himself why his children didn't tell about everything to him and why they all lie just to let him think everybody is fine even though he can feel the pain. This is what most of the children may do, to hide everything from the parent. do we? Well this is not the sad ending movie, even though along of the story&amp;nbsp; the father lost one of his children. Its somehow regretful, passion, understanding and reunite to let all of us to know no matter how busy we are, the family always the first..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792489303711397472-1108147722387586267?l=qhaseh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/feeds/1108147722387586267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/2011/06/everybodys-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792489303711397472/posts/default/1108147722387586267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792489303711397472/posts/default/1108147722387586267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/2011/06/everybodys-fine.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Fine'/><author><name>mE is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04165729943115028455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2ce6Y_UQgU/S-QKVHJdDHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VDH3G3INnbk/S220/img1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v4Y37p7LGs/TfLl4XQmByI/AAAAAAAAADE/d2ZMxY6u5_g/s72-c/IMAG0361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792489303711397472.post-222550836645547679</id><published>2010-05-07T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:55:12.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aFter sOmEtiMe</title><content type='html'>I'm back again..for these few years, perhaps i'am not losing my idea on writing the blog again..and now not because of someone will but it is from my own will..and it have to be lasting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792489303711397472-222550836645547679?l=qhaseh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/feeds/222550836645547679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-sometime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792489303711397472/posts/default/222550836645547679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792489303711397472/posts/default/222550836645547679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qhaseh.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-sometime.html' title='aFter sOmEtiMe'/><author><name>mE is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04165729943115028455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2ce6Y_UQgU/S-QKVHJdDHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VDH3G3INnbk/S220/img1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
