<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4113281199726878004</id><updated>2024-08-31T13:12:37.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side</title><subtitle type='html'>My Thoughts &amp; Intuitions</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhaibusrah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113281199726878004/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhaibusrah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zhaibusrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626833983646609360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113281199726878004.post-6265369255960871424</id><published>2011-08-04T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T06:02:04.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror Monologue : Love Is A credit Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Z2yIY5UbnW5uSs4Gw-5lS9UrzAg8l6-wnD9Pcx7o7hkitgFDCFu5pe7uf6BM5mes46BXLRueAiuIblS0QxfI5scs-km_UboVy8-1i0-rt2MK4_n0aUaPf_HbkKh2e0ulbKGoInS-Mh6Q/s1600/BHFA8Y+copy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 295px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Z2yIY5UbnW5uSs4Gw-5lS9UrzAg8l6-wnD9Pcx7o7hkitgFDCFu5pe7uf6BM5mes46BXLRueAiuIblS0QxfI5scs-km_UboVy8-1i0-rt2MK4_n0aUaPf_HbkKh2e0ulbKGoInS-Mh6Q/s320/BHFA8Y+copy.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626595540057778018&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Arial;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:&quot;&quot;;  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Here I stand in front of the mirror asking myself...&lt;i&gt;&quot;what went wrong in my love life?”&lt;/i&gt; . As people often say how lucky I am to have the &#39;&lt;i&gt;package&lt;/i&gt;&#39; and I can have anyone that I desire. Wow! A very flattering compliments indeed but hardly for me to believe nor accept (ker angkat bakul sendiri ni?hahaaa). Being in and out of a relationship wears me out consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that it’s not hard for me to further on with my life but the damages does not vaporizes like drips of water diving the blazing flame. There’s much to be done, to amend and to rectify. Sometimes we might take extreme measures just to cope up with our miseries and misfortunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Love is a credit card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;. When we first got our brand new credit card, the joy was greatly extreme with a feeling that conquers the world; ready to take on anything that’s on our path (naïve?). If we notice, the feelings are as same when we were new in a relationship or in love; a definite sense of freedom and pleasure invades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Symbolizing love as a credit card, the story kicks off from here. We fast adhered ourselves to it, feeling so much blessed that it’s always on our side whenever or wherever we needed it. It copes up to our needs and desires which ultimately brings us to that worldly pleasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Period of love is like heaven on earth; seeing each other almost every second of the time invites more closeness. Sharing all interest and likes, family and career, hopes and dreams. Going out for movies or just dine out are routines. Every word said flawlessly pampers the heart and soul like a sacred vow promising endless love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Sitting next to us, the tender touch shows how much they care and the protectiveness that secures us of any uncertainties. A look into their eyes, it displays passions like an everlasting flame. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal&quot;&gt;Reality check&lt;/b&gt;; flames do fades out eventually, leaving behind ashes and debris, lifeless and abandoned. The irony…Credit card; reaches its credit limit and deemed useless, leaving you mounts of bills and depts. As for love; when passions started to slip away, all that’s left are bitterness, loneliness and tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Yes…we always dream to live our lives to the fullest and often we are blindsided by the idea. Instead of living life to the fullest we should just make a full use of our lives; rationally…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;p/s: apa saja yg aku repekan nih..but at times there’s a truth to it..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhaibusrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6265369255960871424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4113281199726878004/6265369255960871424?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;When I’m in love…  I will cherished you,&lt;br /&gt;not worshiped you as only to The Almighty I bow to,&lt;br /&gt;You might not be my world but you will definitely be in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m in love…&lt;br /&gt;Every breath you exhale ignites me and it never burns,&lt;br /&gt;Your simple inhales purifies my very existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m in love…&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you freezes time and your sound chills my veins,&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the ticking clock, reminding me of the envious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m in love…&lt;br /&gt;Our minds, muscle and soul unite as one though we are two apart,&lt;br /&gt;The beats of our hearts synchronized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m in love…&lt;br /&gt;Your coming awakes my sixth sense, detect vibes of your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Giving strength to my persistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m in love…&lt;br /&gt;Simply, anything of you is certainly everything of me.   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhaibusrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6981401953692313509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4113281199726878004/6981401953692313509?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113281199726878004/posts/default/6981401953692313509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113281199726878004/posts/default/6981401953692313509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhaibusrah.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-im-in-love.html' title='When I&#39;m In Love'/><author><name>Zhaibusrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626833983646609360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUd0pbTnA1QhqcRJRnE5VuwLwEQgdwI6VZY7pP4UzbWXcfjodkQ8OnnIqUkvN_EvE-NSbNiPBkN_2yaNwZ80vqZ8Cnqjdu1PVslRWjnyIcZJfP6mlFBM0IwxvDiRZ0BHkvppwVDm3OW29w/s72-c/On-rock.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113281199726878004.post-1892334084105632126</id><published>2011-08-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:32:07.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Skies</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s dark again&lt;br /&gt;The sky is dark again&lt;br /&gt;Where shall i begin&lt;br /&gt;A story that brings out pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young, naive and low&lt;br /&gt;Could not stand on my own toes&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed to have you though&lt;br /&gt;Giving me strength, love and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one believed nor agreed&lt;br /&gt;Talents and gifts in me&lt;br /&gt;But you&#39;re the only who sees&lt;br /&gt;A star that shines in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You light up my days&lt;br /&gt;Inspired, motivated and cared&lt;br /&gt;Even though sometimes you may&lt;br /&gt;have dark skies to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is dark again&lt;br /&gt;Darkens the morning ray&lt;br /&gt;Foretold a sorrow to come&lt;br /&gt;In the possible near time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, despaired and sore&lt;br /&gt;You departed when i needed you more&lt;br /&gt;To Allah i pray and bow&lt;br /&gt;Knowing i have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my late mom.&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhaibusrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1892334084105632126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4113281199726878004/1892334084105632126?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113281199726878004/posts/default/1892334084105632126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113281199726878004/posts/default/1892334084105632126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhaibusrah.blogspot.com/2011/08/dark-skies.html' title='Dark Skies'/><author><name>Zhaibusrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626833983646609360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113281199726878004.post-1104440922624454413</id><published>2011-06-17T09:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:14:43.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frust (Republish)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTK3m-WircZs9fTqsWgYUZveDFoma6iaz7kmobqqFFL1tRzGA8YhQjDrk5PWedoF0J6Z6i7aLLJL-2vdODWPLtBHl4nip_VU7CDUhr2iFbCQp0z6tlfIXiufhhXD0JWp3FSYcDgGIH6oz/s1600/zhai-pyramid.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 209px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTK3m-WircZs9fTqsWgYUZveDFoma6iaz7kmobqqFFL1tRzGA8YhQjDrk5PWedoF0J6Z6i7aLLJL-2vdODWPLtBHl4nip_VU7CDUhr2iFbCQp0z6tlfIXiufhhXD0JWp3FSYcDgGIH6oz/s320/zhai-pyramid.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618996731790129314&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s the only word i could think of. The only word that can translate my feelings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m really frustrated over a lot of things lately...Don&#39;t know how to put it in words. Feels hard to spit it out as if i&#39;m going insane...really insane and am i? I don&#39;t know or maybe it&#39;s just a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it; true, frust is just a periodical feelings as a result from other feeling that we kept in for quite some time.  We feel sad, angry, neglected, lonely, ignored, failure, lost and many more. Most people kept these feelings to themselves. As a result they get frustrated and stressed out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i do if i get frustrated and stressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy, by talking to someone or just cry out. Then i pull&lt;br /&gt;myself together again and be think positive, look deep inside myself and discover the true me.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really know the best of you than you...sure you guys know what i meant here.&lt;br /&gt;Yup...then do something exciting and enjoyable...laugh out!&lt;br /&gt;Make new friends. Discover new hobbies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, doing all the things I&#39;ve mentioned really help eases out the frustrations and stresses. Well i&#39;m okay now...for now...heheee... And it&#39;s really nice to have someone to talk about things going on in and around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... enough for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhaibusrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1104440922624454413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4113281199726878004/1104440922624454413?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113281199726878004/posts/default/1104440922624454413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113281199726878004/posts/default/1104440922624454413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhaibusrah.blogspot.com/2011/06/frust-republish.html' title='Frust (Republish)'/><author><name>Zhaibusrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626833983646609360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTK3m-WircZs9fTqsWgYUZveDFoma6iaz7kmobqqFFL1tRzGA8YhQjDrk5PWedoF0J6Z6i7aLLJL-2vdODWPLtBHl4nip_VU7CDUhr2iFbCQp0z6tlfIXiufhhXD0JWp3FSYcDgGIH6oz/s72-c/zhai-pyramid.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>