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because ive learned that fridays are muslims most blessed day.part of my new year resolution, is to keep fridays filled with deeds and enhancement of deen.a good friend once said that it you want goodness in life, you have to find it. it doesnt come rolling to you, and it doesnt work by waiting for something to happen.hidayah isnt ours. </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2012/01/fra-dayyy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/JSQWHRnQZsg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-5445550395961266103</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T11:46:56.713+10:30</atom:updated><title>lagu;</title><atom:summary>i am beyond exhausted. the past few days was filled with things to be done. works back on schedule, which finally gives me something to do rather than cleaning, throwing, re-arranging the room which looks perfect now. just like how i want it to be. its peaceful this time of the year, and im not sure if it marks how the rest of my 2012 will be, but i sure hope so. i wish this could stay on </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2012/01/lagu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/t7yyXloobzs/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-7838417276650814342</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 03:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-07T15:31:01.273+10:30</atom:updated><title>life makes love look hard;</title><atom:summary>how many days has it been ? i've lost track of how long or how short have my days been here in this cute unit.  i've been blessed with beautiful days of summer ever since i got back. missed the heat wave which i heard was pretty bad, heat ranging from 40-45 degrees, may Allah help protect me from that if it ever happens again.there were many nights where i was blessed with a 16degrees breeze, </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-makes-love-look-hard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-4381562537765976373</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-31T22:28:24.009+10:30</atom:updated><title>2012</title><atom:summary>Sometimes, not all that is planned will go your way. Just goes to show how there are certain things in life not controllable, not within your power, reminds us of how small and human we are.Sometimes what is best for us, may not always be the best in the eyes of Him. And only He knows it all. Having said that, sometimes what we think is bad for us, may not always be bad in the eyes of Him.2011, </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-2612950229634343128</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-16T10:58:28.481+10:30</atom:updated><title>gezzelle;</title><atom:summary>This is awesome. First time blogging using my ipad. I just wanted to say tht I dreamt of this small animal tht was creepy and crawls so fast. It was red and it looked venomous?Wehee, i dont think anyone gets the maximum sarisfaction going through tumblr on this beauty.3 combos for breakfast, ready everyone? Heading up to PD to pick up mom and then a weekend getaway :). This is going to be an </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/12/gezzelle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-2187611904241069446</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-16T04:03:14.789+10:30</atom:updated><title>the chill pill ;</title><atom:summary>home, you have been so great to me. wall, you challenged me. im excited to feel myself slowly getting into my groove back, thanks to jeremy. sometimes, nervousness pays off.got to meet the familiar circle once again and it reminded me of how much i missed it. the people and our activities. fy just got back and i only got to see him for a while but that was great enough. catching up has never been</atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/12/chill-pill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-66277872480545936</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 12:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T23:33:34.577+10:30</atom:updated><title>colors &amp; promises;</title><atom:summary>i once read ' broken people are dangerous. they know they're fixable' , and never thought it would mean so much.is it possible to love someone but not need them ? </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/12/colors-promises.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-6296405937830947196</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T04:16:55.498+10:30</atom:updated><title>coffee and tea;</title><atom:summary>sometimes i amaze myself with the amount of things i have in mind at one go. standing, i can be in both ade and msia at once, remembering, reminding, reminiscing, or just thinking. i fast forward things visualizing what i'll do next. my target for summer school, and my aim for the epic final semester.ive pretty much picked up things a lot better now. proud of myself when it comes to that </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/12/coffee-and-tea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-4925223395634823300</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-09T04:29:02.997+10:30</atom:updated><title>chapter 9</title><atom:summary>difference of depths of conversations always leaves the most impact on me the deeper it gets. my definition of deep ? something of substance. something other than average conversations on who dates who, who stays where, who does what. more on, why pursued this, why think that, how goals are reached , plans and future prospects.i like having coffee over extensive views on life 10 years down the </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-9_09.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-8839014134468691351</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 11:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-14T22:54:22.314+10:30</atom:updated><title>my mess.</title><atom:summary>my usual kind of mess, which, is getting worst. dont mind me, my exam period is almost at its end, and im predicting, feeling, the neater version of me coming soon. she came by this evening for a while, did a round of vacuum, and boy was it painful to see the amount of dust developed under the bed.  painful to me, but im sure it would have killed mum in an instant. hee heei just thought of </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-mess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o14XBN_1ySQ/TsD2OpV-T8I/AAAAAAAAB-U/5iDJ4J6TSnE/s72-c/IMG_2564-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-2500842166020499022</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 03:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T14:17:31.001+10:30</atom:updated><title>in the last name;</title><atom:summary>"  when i was a kid, i used to hate the idea of having last name included in my name because i don't want to have an advantage that comes with the name. I wanted my own way. But i got it wrong. I only realised that when I first sit for my spm paper. The last name is actually a reminder of our identity and to push us to reach the expectation that comes with it. The last name also lets us know that</atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-last-name.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ev6MTxuOjNA/Trn2Fnapd2I/AAAAAAAAB98/BiBmO6tQ9v4/s72-c/219017_10150180770833041_500663040_6975454_3620543_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-8694975181652408729</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 09:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-08T20:49:17.361+10:30</atom:updated><title>in between</title><atom:summary>things like obligations and choices. if i play well, both of them might go along, most of the time they dont. me and poor choices of course. it gets me to places i never thought i could get to. im not proud of it, but i dont regret it as well. well most of them i dont. the rest will be considered as lessons. says the optimistic one.life involves  series of late nights with dbs and slides. unlike </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-between.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ3UQgUYuxI/TrjyPZJyekI/AAAAAAAAB9s/Gp1VZ1W0-_4/s72-c/389973_2668582233174_1214621308_33158302_808196667_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-8183204199591989926</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-13T13:58:40.528+10:30</atom:updated><title>Dear Johnny John</title><atom:summary /><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-johnny-john.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/GXQcv5WyFx0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-8081646209273553053</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-11T11:40:42.089+10:30</atom:updated><title>moments;</title><atom:summary>semester is about to end and i have mixed feelings about. the last time i checked, feelings were still intact. probably, no. i have always been having mixed feelings about things. which is, a good thing, no ?lets just take it as a good thing. because certainty involves a high percentage of hope invested. and realize how hope and expectations have this direct relationship? notice when expectations</atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/10/moments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-7463323174229119542</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2011 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-08T19:52:43.833+10:30</atom:updated><title>you can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness ;</title><atom:summary>excuse the very disturbing video. its the song thats been in my head on replay. </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-didnt-have-to-stoop-so-low.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/8UVNT4wvIGY/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-8825089554395115450</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 06:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-07T17:22:42.747+10:30</atom:updated><title>i never knew;</title><atom:summary>i never knew it was too easy to tell the differences between you and them. has a little to do with guts, a little to do with patience, but a lot to do with time.time heals all wounds. time changes things. time reveals the truth. everything will work its way in time.  time will eventually get us there, regardless.so time to tell me the truth.how many times had you met a person and judge them </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-never-knew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYP-RiBm3IM/To6fOJUgB_I/AAAAAAAAB9g/7pHTaejOrVU/s72-c/308245_10150839688560037_707770036_21072900_1405411886_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-3063809607901070074</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-23T03:12:20.179+09:30</atom:updated><title>hold</title><atom:summary>" for accepting whole-ly , the wreckless, strong headed, grumpy, clumsy, fickle-minded, impatient, emotional , sensitive, irrational, silly, crazy, messy of me. how did i possibly get so very lucky ? "</atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/09/safe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A92P6XUMZFY/TntsKJEDzmI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/VPSM6vE99-Y/s72-c/yo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-4950664572009070555</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 16:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T02:16:03.222+09:30</atom:updated><title>fix you;</title><atom:summary>often i find myself at the least of expected places when my mind starts to wander. thinking about the most random of people on my diary, people that came by accident, left by choice, stayed by narration. whichever. most of the time i purposely feel awkward in hoping that it somehow leads me somewhere, more often than not, i just get drowned by my own thoughts and perceptions. at the end of the </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/09/fix-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345703150858035784.post-3761506006190332047</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 03:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-02T13:09:47.651+09:30</atom:updated><title>pick up, pick up, run a mile then run home.</title><atom:summary>




Happy Eid to everyone. I wish everyone is having a great celebration at home, amongst family members, with loved ones. With the people who care, or even with those who don't but pretend to, either way, it doesn't matter. Having someone to celebrate it with, is already a blessing. So take it. Take it and be happy with it. Because its always the case of mind over matter. Its the month of </atom:summary><link>http://thinkingtopi.blogspot.com/2011/09/pick-up-pick-up-run-mile-then-run-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rj.zyra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BirQdTZedMs/TmBJ5RSH1eI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/LYvxX3fZRMg/s72-c/Family3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

