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I'm too paranoid of the way i look and dress and i feel that every movement of mine is too rigid. know me well and don't judge by the surface.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>atisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740725581194526889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SNd6ahlNZtI/AAAAAAAAABE/poUyFV9E5GU/S220/IMG_0631.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>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Iamheretowritemythoughts" /><feedburner:info uri="iamheretowritemythoughts" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UNQnw6cCp7ImA9WxRRFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198443225552987433.post-7483504148534254411</id><published>2008-09-26T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:41:33.218-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-27T00:41:33.218-07:00</app:edited><title>ramadhan</title><content type="html">ramadhan month is passing by very fast, and now we are left with 3 days more. wow didn't see that coming.. few recaps :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3aBsBKYLI/AAAAAAAAABo/SOl0YnTGyGU/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3aBsBKYLI/AAAAAAAAABo/SOl0YnTGyGU/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250592463114625202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the first break fast outing with my college mates, it was the day we had our last final paper, and we decided to eat at cpk klcc and headed for luna bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3cWcaFIcI/AAAAAAAAABw/2QE39mg2Ad8/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3cWcaFIcI/AAAAAAAAABw/2QE39mg2Ad8/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250595018724680130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my seniors back in mwt high, god i've known them since i was 13, and they still think i am 13! had break fast at madam kwan's pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3c7huqz4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/mrqAXkT7qTI/s1600-h/n736229114_1302397_7724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3c7huqz4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/mrqAXkT7qTI/s320/n736229114_1302397_7724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250595655808372610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with these adorable friends of mine, cat and kok even tried to fast on that day without sahur, it was funny and cute at the same time seeing them struggling to keep up till break fast. lol. twas at thai express,pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3dygceMDI/AAAAAAAAACA/jE4rQHDlOSw/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3dygceMDI/AAAAAAAAACA/jE4rQHDlOSw/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250596600356417586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with these bunch of monkeys, they are to die for!had break fast at hartamas and went to soho later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3edChP2aI/AAAAAAAAACI/FppomB8QVcc/s1600-h/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3edChP2aI/AAAAAAAAACI/FppomB8QVcc/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250597331057760674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we called ourselves the "JAH's" since form 4 in ssg. a reunion for us at my place, sadly few couldn't joined us,but this will do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3fry6EenI/AAAAAAAAACQ/i5RJ2ZnEws8/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3fry6EenI/AAAAAAAAACQ/i5RJ2ZnEws8/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250598684076571250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the "shemenaks", this is the second outing with them, the first was at nelayan, which i don't have any pics from that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3gvKu57AI/AAAAAAAAACY/vsZzfpLhaSg/s1600-h/IMG_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3gvKu57AI/AAAAAAAAACY/vsZzfpLhaSg/s320/IMG_0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250599841523428354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had break fast with them including my mom and sister, they're wonderful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;few more pics i don't have them with me..so these are the few recaps. actually i don't have any idea why im doing this entry, cuz im too bored if i don't do anything. i can't wait for raya, but there's not much hyped about it though. im anxiously waiting for all those yummy good food on the table .. and my duit raya of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, do come by my house for raya okay (yes including you terry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raya to all of you guys&lt;br /&gt;maaf zahir dan batin&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/2198443225552987433-7483504148534254411?l=atisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7483504148534254411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198443225552987433&amp;postID=7483504148534254411" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198443225552987433/posts/default/7483504148534254411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198443225552987433/posts/default/7483504148534254411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/2008/09/over-moon.html" title="ramadhan" /><author><name>atisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740725581194526889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SNd6ahlNZtI/AAAAAAAAABE/poUyFV9E5GU/S220/IMG_0631.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SN3aBsBKYLI/AAAAAAAAABo/SOl0YnTGyGU/s72-c/IMG_0130.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkENRXcyfSp7ImA9WxRREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198443225552987433.post-6437888812719277224</id><published>2008-09-24T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T02:31:34.995-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-24T02:31:34.995-07:00</app:edited><title>a must read book</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SNoHzu1IjrI/AAAAAAAAABg/CtolNVre6BU/s1600-h/twilightcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SNoHzu1IjrI/AAAAAAAAABg/CtolNVre6BU/s400/twilightcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249516900979347122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a book called 'Twilight' written by Stephanie Meyer, this book is really good, and there's a following series of it. Now it's going on motion picture. not sure whether it'll be better or worse, but i am definitely waiting for it end of this year ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198443225552987433-6437888812719277224?l=atisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/feeds/6437888812719277224/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198443225552987433&amp;postID=6437888812719277224" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198443225552987433/posts/default/6437888812719277224?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198443225552987433/posts/default/6437888812719277224?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/2008/09/must-read-book.html" title="a must read book" /><author><name>atisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740725581194526889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SNd6ahlNZtI/AAAAAAAAABE/poUyFV9E5GU/S220/IMG_0631.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SNoHzu1IjrI/AAAAAAAAABg/CtolNVre6BU/s72-c/twilightcover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICQnw5cCp7ImA9WxRREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198443225552987433.post-2773410904325479892</id><published>2008-09-24T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:32:43.228-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-24T00:32:43.228-07:00</app:edited><title>future which is still a blur</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;what am i thinking at this moment? honestly, i do not know. i just feel like smashing every piece of glass that is holding me back to do something extraordinary. pushing myself way up high so that i can feel the breeze and taste the fresh air of victory. i am success in every way right now, but not as success as i think i should be. i should be thinking bigger things rather than contemplating minor issues which can be resolved easily. constantly slapping myself back to reality that i am not a small girl anymore. i am going towards adulthood now, and what am i doing? i am not being serious, i am still playing around when other serious people who are serious with their lives thinking of what ideas they should apply the next day. honestly, i have stopped reading newspapers. i do not know what is going on with the world, not even my own country. lacking this general knowledge makes me feel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intimidated, small, and useless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are my priorities? they have been misplaced, overshadowed by petty things, like entertainment, gossips and unimportant issues, like who's marrying who in hollywood. damn, i wonder how can i be so ignorant to politics issues, war and economics, which might affect me sooner or later? i am being so used to someone telling me all this, like my dad. he'll be telling me issues which are currently on his mind, bragging about it infront of my mum and i, and i'll just nod as if i know at least a bit of what is he telling. who am i kidding? do i know who is he talking about? not even the slightest bit. but, yea i would know what happen, but do i know what was the cause of it? NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't judge people, but merely myself. i do understand some of you are fallen into this kind of "agony", but probably it is normal for our age to be this way, and maybe we need a bigger hit on the head for us to realise. God, i need to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2198443225552987433-2773410904325479892?l=atisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/feeds/2773410904325479892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198443225552987433&amp;postID=2773410904325479892" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198443225552987433/posts/default/2773410904325479892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198443225552987433/posts/default/2773410904325479892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/2008/09/future-which-is-still-blur.html" title="future which is still a blur" /><author><name>atisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740725581194526889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SNd6ahlNZtI/AAAAAAAAABE/poUyFV9E5GU/S220/IMG_0631.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BQXg8eip7ImA9WxRREEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198443225552987433.post-6902165567192035220</id><published>2008-09-22T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:09:10.672-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-22T06:09:10.672-07:00</app:edited><title>new post for a new blog</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;been up and about and brag all along to start a new blog after the end of the semester, and here i am, making my way through this boring life which might have gone completely haywire. *sigh* , thank you internet for being there for me 24/7, to accompany me for the rest of my 5 months of holiday. yes people, 5 months of holiday, what more can a student ask eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still new to blogger since i was using xanga before, but it's pretty fun wasting the hours customizing my page.  let see, few acquaintances yet, but still working on it, hunting down few more of my friends' urls which most of them i have forgotten the addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have become moodless day by day without knowing the cause.  I am missing naddry so much, it has been more than 4 months, and despite the normal routine of messages and calls, i not only miss him physically, but his company throughout my daily life. i feel so, single and lonely. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post up more later, F.Y.I.. the blog is still under renovation.  toodles!&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/2198443225552987433-6902165567192035220?l=atisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/feeds/6902165567192035220/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2198443225552987433&amp;postID=6902165567192035220" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198443225552987433/posts/default/6902165567192035220?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2198443225552987433/posts/default/6902165567192035220?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://atisya.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-post-for-new-blog.html" title="new post for a new blog" /><author><name>atisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740725581194526889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eInvGO470xs/SNd6ahlNZtI/AAAAAAAAABE/poUyFV9E5GU/S220/IMG_0631.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>

