<?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-3368995311230176252</id><updated>2011-10-10T08:05:45.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint the town red</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-8381248581199404293</id><published>2011-05-20T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T10:28:42.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone , wake me up</title><content type='html'>You know the time when you're torn between two choices , or you simple just don't know what to do ? And when you start seeking advice from people , and they reply 'Listen to your heart' ? Yeah , it just leaves me perplexed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I actually know what my heart wants ? How do I separate my mind's thoughts from my heart's yearning ? Is there any separation at all in the first place ? It gets me questioning , is it just some typical cliche answer people give just to avoid our plead for some advice ? I mean it's not like you can go 'Okay heart , so what is it that you want, and brain , stay out of it' . I mean where's the determinant in all of this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's also the 'Do what you think is right' reply . First of all , why would I come to you , if I knew what's right ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-8381248581199404293?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8381248581199404293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-wake-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8381248581199404293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8381248581199404293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-wake-me-up.html' title='Someone , wake me up'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-1050136073002345711</id><published>2011-05-16T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T05:18:19.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>Last week has been hell . Staying up late till 3am just sucking every information I can stuff into my head before I saturate and fall to sleep . Yes , it's last minute , very last minute indeed . But I don't blame myself . I blame the freaking education system . Throwing us exams every 2 weeks ain't gonna help . I get where they come from . Drilling us . So we become more prepared and yada yada . But they're doing it at the wrong time . I mean , give us a break . We just ended our April exam , and they're shoving us another major exam two weeks later . Tell me where in that time , do we students get to prepare ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally , I think they're all screwed up in their heads . Why not asking us students what we think once in a while ? You call it 'democracy' , we call it injustice .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-1050136073002345711?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1050136073002345711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/05/listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1050136073002345711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1050136073002345711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/05/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-1732088747724764532</id><published>2011-05-12T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:56:49.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>How does it really feel to lose someone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death . I know of a few relatives that passed away , but they were far relatives , some of them I've never met before . My great grandmother passed away a few years back, but there was only feeble memories of her where my family and I would visit her during Raya . Loss , I've experienced , but the pain of it ? Not yet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me , how permanent it is . Hidup di dunia ini bagaikan perantau . Hanya sementara . And it fucking scares me . I may not wear a tudung or may not be the most religious person you'll find , but I know and I believe . When everything fails , I think of God . I made my mistakes , and from him I seek forgiveness .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird , how it takes a major occurrence in your life to set you back on the right path . You see what happened to the world , how Mother Earth is slowly crumbling . How earthquakes shakes the world , and how thousands of people die . You think , what if it all happened to you ? That's when you begin to cry God's name , begging for his protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how the pain in someone you love , brings you back to God's side . The fear of losing them , the fear of them leaving , permanently , silences everything . And when that happens , there's only one place to turn to . God .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-1732088747724764532?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1732088747724764532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1732088747724764532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1732088747724764532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-4620314081122042636</id><published>2011-04-23T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:44:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says I can't get stoned</title><content type='html'>It's an unexpected feeling . I swore to myself that that's what I wanted , and a decision I would never regret . And a glimpse of it made me yearn for it , slightly missing it . But then I realised my mind was sidetracked , that I was only looking at it from one view , where my heart wants too . And then only I saw , the whole picture . I miss it , but &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want it back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-4620314081122042636?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4620314081122042636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-says-i-cant-get-stoned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/4620314081122042636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/4620314081122042636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-says-i-cant-get-stoned.html' title='Who says I can&apos;t get stoned'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-7272431311292612263</id><published>2011-04-21T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:18:09.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch , just shut up</title><content type='html'>I don't swear much when I write , but hell you deserve every single bit of it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen such a baby . Running around spitting cold words just because he didn't get what he wanted . Okay , firstly , I get why you're upset . We all do . You had a choice , to get on and move on , or pout your mouth and be a baby . Obviously you chose the latter . And what's up with the 'witty' replies . If for a second you thought that whatever you have said this past weeks are at all 'intelligent' , I think you messed up witty with stupidity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unsatisfied left you a to be an ass haven't it ? Dude , move on . Deal with it . But no , you choose not to . Because you're so immature that you decide , if I'm going to suffer , they are too.You decide that revenge is the best way . You feel better now ? Knowing that you just made yourself such a fool , but to constantly be in denial about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a baby that you need everyone to be on your side . You are so crude that you needed everyone to be against us . You should just stop acting smart , because until you grow some &lt;b&gt;sense of maturity &lt;/b&gt;, you should just shut up .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-7272431311292612263?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7272431311292612263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/04/bitch-just-shut-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/7272431311292612263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/7272431311292612263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/04/bitch-just-shut-up.html' title='Bitch , just shut up'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-5441382095607153836</id><published>2011-04-21T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:00.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiwi</title><content type='html'>I'm in deep shit . Not only will I get stares and pressure , it's like I'll feel &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;undeserving&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I tried , I effing tried , and don't you bloody say I didn't try hard enough . It's hard enough to have parents who doesn't actually want you to be involved in this matter , but it's harder to not rely on them when it comes to this. No wait , it's harder to even speak of it because even a word of it will send them running up the wall , and there you go . 15 minutes of non ending lecture. I get where you're talking from , believe me the hell I do . Until you personally know all the crap I have to put through just because my involvement isn't really permitted , might as well hold back your words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-5441382095607153836?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5441382095607153836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-it-all-take-all-that-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/5441382095607153836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/5441382095607153836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-it-all-take-all-that-i-have.html' title='Kiwi'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-3822375650517067352</id><published>2011-04-06T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T05:51:26.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She looks up , and she smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything's slowly picking up , if I can say so myself . Everything's seem to be&lt;i&gt; right &lt;/i&gt;these past days .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-3822375650517067352?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3822375650517067352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-looks-up-and-she-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3822375650517067352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3822375650517067352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-looks-up-and-she-smiles.html' title='She looks up , and she smiles'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-6411163229930331897</id><published>2011-03-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T04:57:45.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're like fire , in ice cold winter</title><content type='html'>Where did it go wrong ? Every second I try to find for the moment where it all started to change . You can seal your lips , shadow the truth with your infinite lies , but you see , I am not that oblivious as you think I am . Humans , they all take things for granted . I've made that mistake , and now I face the consequence . My mind whispers all I want to hear , but you're like the truth thrown right into my face .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at times , I pray to myself , just wishing things were back like they were . Wishing that you'd be the old you , and I'll be the old me . Just wishing that nothing ever happened . &lt;i&gt;Wishing that you would realize how I feel . &lt;/i&gt;But I guess it's too late . It always is .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-6411163229930331897?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6411163229930331897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/03/youre-like-fire-in-ice-cold-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6411163229930331897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6411163229930331897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/03/youre-like-fire-in-ice-cold-winter.html' title='You&apos;re like fire , in ice cold winter'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-3022683823274296366</id><published>2011-03-23T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T04:46:19.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like you never breathed out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Convent Klang , &lt;i&gt;defeated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We knew it could happen , we just never knew it would happen then .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was bad . It was really bad . Blame me for being too emotional about it , but how can I not ? When all the effort that I've put in , the effort we've put in , has gone a waste . &amp;nbsp;Sitting there , ensuring my fellow comrades that we've got this in the bag , and to have a bomb drop on you 5 seconds later , is plain &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Losing to a fair game , I wouldn't have mind much . But losing to an inequitable , unjust , &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;unreasonable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; battle of tongue is simply unacceptable. Those uncouth , unmannerly , rude beings glaring , smirking with victory . Impudently harassing without a single care to their ethical manners , blabbering facts from created sources with feeble arguments and standing on flimsy ground . Well , &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;congratulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-3022683823274296366?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3022683823274296366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-like-you-never-breathed-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3022683823274296366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3022683823274296366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-like-you-never-breathed-out.html' title='It&apos;s like you never breathed out'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-1171759628306222017</id><published>2011-03-07T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T03:51:03.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a light inside of you</title><content type='html'>There's those people who will always find a way to get on your nerves , something inevitable . Then there's those people oblivious to their own annoying ways , and those who shun themselves from the social world . Then there's those people who just cannot shut their mouths , for they always have something to say , and there's those people we'd rather label as the 'know-it-all' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes , we are all critics . A judge of others . Yet we forget about ourselves . Where do we fit in ? Or do we even fit in at all ? Maybe all of us should put aside all our labels we've been stereotyped with . Just &lt;i&gt;maybe .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-1171759628306222017?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1171759628306222017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-light-inside-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1171759628306222017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1171759628306222017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-light-inside-of-you.html' title='There&apos;s a light inside of you'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-8508275205103377630</id><published>2011-03-07T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T03:40:03.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you smile today ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;High School , defeated&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes , a moment of joy . But nothing stings more than the pain in a close soul . With all that have been said , &amp;nbsp; everyone gave their all . So cheers to that . Next round , &lt;i&gt;unknown.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-8508275205103377630?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8508275205103377630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/03/did-you-smile-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8508275205103377630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8508275205103377630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/03/did-you-smile-today.html' title='Did you smile today ?'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-8895108932248668738</id><published>2011-02-28T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:41:58.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrenaline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kapar , defeated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow I feel bad for them , and though I wish I had spoken today , it was all for the best . The 3rd speaker form Kapar was really nice and sweet , and I felt horrible for her when my ever so determined teammates POI-ed her . Harassment is more like it .Joking guys , you guys did great (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the next round will be against High School . Really got to toughen up our game , kick into the 'kick ass' mode , and win this .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;Cheerios .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-8895108932248668738?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8895108932248668738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/adrenaline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8895108932248668738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8895108932248668738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/adrenaline.html' title='Adrenaline'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-6383502547741387357</id><published>2011-02-23T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T04:47:57.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When people say , don't care what people think ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;It's not that &amp;nbsp;easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-6383502547741387357?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6383502547741387357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/blowing-kisses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6383502547741387357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6383502547741387357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/blowing-kisses.html' title='Blowing kisses'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-1218448926084678221</id><published>2011-02-19T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:40:07.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time ; silent , but ticking</title><content type='html'>1. Debate starts off next week ! Excited to the max . Nerves will kick in soon I &amp;nbsp;suppose . Still , I miss the atmosphere , the excitement , everything.&lt;br /&gt;2. IU Day . Practices have been going on . Preparations moving along . Few bumps here and there . But nothing goes without a hitch , right ?&lt;br /&gt;3. Haven't completed the editorial issue , and it's due next week . God , have mercy on me .&lt;br /&gt;4. So much drama have been going on , it's actually entertaining . Scratch that , it's really stressing . More on that on the next post .&lt;br /&gt;5. The most important point , &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have to start studying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No , procrastination , I'm not listening to you anymore . (yeah , right)&lt;br /&gt;6. Should prepare myself for those late nights , though I promised myself to throw off my nocturnal days .&lt;br /&gt;7. If my add maths teacher postpones the class again , or cancels it 1 hour after the class is suppose to be going on , i'm going to screw his ass off .&lt;br /&gt;8. I should be more happy , apparently I'm always too depressed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;au revoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-1218448926084678221?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1218448926084678221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-silent-but-ticking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1218448926084678221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1218448926084678221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-silent-but-ticking.html' title='Time ; silent , but ticking'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-8711971684678919042</id><published>2011-02-18T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:07:34.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are your own enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's like a never ending cycle . You laugh , you cry , you regret , you laugh , you cry , you regret . The sting filled emotions , the raptured days , the days of staring into those mistakes . We know , yet we fall prey . Because despite our awareness , we choose to let it play us .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Some people are strong . They build &amp;nbsp;walls . They build fences outside their walls . Protective , yet vulnerable , even the strongest person falters . Because the strength of emotions , that's what holds you . And you revolve around that .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;At that point , you cling on to what you can . Hope . Faith . Support . Love . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-8711971684678919042?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8711971684678919042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-are-your-own-enemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8711971684678919042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8711971684678919042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-are-your-own-enemy.html' title='You are your own enemy'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-6625565573239233954</id><published>2011-02-05T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:44:23.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it goes on and on</title><content type='html'>I can feel it . I can feel the change . You don't see it , but I do . Who am I kidding . I knew it all along . Just too afraid to acknowledge that it might be true . That someday that nightmare I dream , could actually come true . I'm just afraid of losing that piece of comfort I had . I'm just .. afraid .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-6625565573239233954?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6625565573239233954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-it-goes-on-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6625565573239233954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6625565573239233954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-it-goes-on-and-on.html' title='And it goes on and on'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-5564510906161500812</id><published>2011-01-23T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T06:28:17.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your own hell</title><content type='html'>Chewy said my status on facebook nowadays , have been rather depressing . I guess she's right , now that she mentioned it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when you're alone , you let your mind wander free. No distractions , just your imaginations , all that you envisioned . And slowly it crawls and paints the image in you eyes too clear ; crystal . Your mind too fragile , wavering as those chimera play it's game . So you succumb . You let it out , so you can breath it in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when you're alone , you see through different eyes .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-5564510906161500812?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5564510906161500812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-own-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/5564510906161500812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/5564510906161500812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-own-hell.html' title='Your own hell'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-1919552281612850009</id><published>2011-01-22T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T04:47:24.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>The pounding in your head gets harder ,&lt;br /&gt;And you find yourself trapped in a flutter ,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For a moment , you freeze,&lt;br /&gt;Your hand's to your chest ,&lt;br /&gt;And you try to grab hold of yourself ,&lt;br /&gt;But then you feel your mind losing to sanity , &lt;br /&gt;You try to dream , but you're awaken to the harsh reality &lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself 'What am I gonna do?"&lt;br /&gt;In the end , you do what you can ,&lt;br /&gt;You cry , because you deserve to ,&lt;br /&gt;You cry , because you know your heart wants to ,&lt;br /&gt;You built a wall , so nothing would get through ,&lt;br /&gt;You've been strong for too long , &lt;br /&gt;But it's time to bring it down ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;It's time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-1919552281612850009?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1919552281612850009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1919552281612850009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1919552281612850009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-6971481260478297420</id><published>2011-01-12T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T04:09:03.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind  blowing , heart wrenching .</title><content type='html'>School has somehow or rather been , hectic . Yes , not yet two weeks into school , and here I am , hoo haa-ing about how busy this past week has been . Oh well , my wish .&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So entered school the first day and found out that my friends signed me up for an inter class debate ! Oh my . Which , in a matter of fact , took place today . Ask me anything on the topic &amp;nbsp;'the pen is mightier than the sword' and I might just give you a quite satisfactory answer due to the tremendous time I've been spending , googling everything I can on that very topic . Debate drains the minds due to the brainstorming , always has , and always will . But the experience ? Tiresome , but&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; fun &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there any day where homework amazingly finds its way into the dumpster ? I guess not . You teachers should stop giving so much . Don't you realize that we're pretty occupied with enough tuitions , and your homework ain't helping ! Because of all the work that has been expected of me , I have officially become a nocturnal .Sleeping at 7pm because I'm simply TOO FATIGUED to even survive the whole night . And in the middle of that troubled sleep , I get up at 12am , with a fear for my undone homework . And so marks the beginning of my nocturnal days . The result ? Falling asleep in class . Which is something I'm trying my very best to avoid . A so called new year resolution of mine . Which apparently lasts for only the first week of new year . Heh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just two weeks into school , and I'm complaining . Get a grip , Shazana .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-6971481260478297420?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6971481260478297420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/01/mind-blowing-heart-wrenching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6971481260478297420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6971481260478297420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/01/mind-blowing-heart-wrenching.html' title='Mind  blowing , heart wrenching .'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-8844879863431303629</id><published>2011-01-08T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T04:53:32.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You hope , because in the end , that's all you have .</title><content type='html'>I know , the last post I wrote was practically three weeks ago . I admit a part of me is just too lazy to update this already dead looking blog , but a part of me still wants it to be filled with stupid writings of mine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from my holiday two days after school reopened . Oh should I say that London was indeed a heck of a holiday . I guess I needed it , before setting foot into 2011 . I needed that last smile before the pressure kicks in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is immensely late , but nevertheless &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. People keep saying how they want to become a better person and yada yada yada . And how I know most of you have the same resolutions , and have the same aim. But why does this sudden urge to change , this sudden need to become better , come only after a year has passed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR , symbolizes more than just a the start of a new year . It makes you look back on the year before , and realize how far you've come . And from that , you start making resolutions . You realize how you may have hurt someone , so &amp;nbsp;this year , you decide to make amends . You realize that you fooled around all through the year , and so this year , you promised yourself you'd change . You start putting your act together , because a new year , comes a new you . That's the whole point of new year isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me love and happiness , fill me with hope . Keep my loved ones near , and give me the strength and will to to push through this year and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I would not ask for more&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-8844879863431303629?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8844879863431303629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-hope-because-in-end-thats-all-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8844879863431303629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8844879863431303629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-hope-because-in-end-thats-all-you.html' title='You hope , because in the end , that&apos;s all you have .'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-8883670402168174115</id><published>2010-12-15T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:46:36.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll see, this smile ain't what it's suppose to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sometimes you will break down and sometimes you will cry but just remember that it's not a sign of weakness, it's a sign that you've been strong for too long "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I guess I found the reason .&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/3368995311230176252-8883670402168174115?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8883670402168174115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-you-will-break-down-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8883670402168174115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8883670402168174115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-you-will-break-down-and.html' title='You&apos;ll see, this smile ain&apos;t what it&apos;s suppose to be'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-2196688428507395824</id><published>2010-12-15T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T06:05:57.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just the state of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've been putting of blogging for quite a while . There's just so much to write about , and I occasionally form posts in my mind , but when it gets down to writing it , I just , don't . Some people find writing as a source of expressing themselves in a way that could not be explained . Some people find comfort in singing their worries and troubles . Some people draw it out , shading and colouring all their feelings to which make them feel complete again . And some people just grab their Ipod and sink into the covers of their bed , and volume up so that they'll forget about what's happening , and just drown themselves in the music .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But the truth is , I don't know what I find comfort in . Yeah I do most of the stuff above , but then , there's always something that doesn't feel right . I find myself crying for no reason , and I was surprised that was even possible . Well maybe something did trigger me , but I just don't know what it is . I find myself sleeping a lot , just so to pass the time . Maybe I was just bored , but maybe I just didn't want to face and think about everything that's going on . I'm talking like I have this huge problem upon my shoulder , but I don't . I'm perplexed , and I probably sound like some disturbed girl who cries for no reason and won't stop ranting about something that she can't even understand herself . Well , I am . Sigh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-2196688428507395824?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2196688428507395824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-just-state-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/2196688428507395824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/2196688428507395824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-just-state-of-mind.html' title='It&apos;s just the state of mind'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-3219928155687985360</id><published>2010-12-15T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T06:09:50.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing that lasts , is the memory of it</title><content type='html'>Well , DIC was of course , nothing short of awesome . I can't seem to get the right words to explain all that happened , but certainly , it was an unforgettable experience . Therefore , I'm gonna post pictures of the conference . The pictures are not placed in order of the events that happened .Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCdCFecnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xJ02A_s8PlQ/s1600/dic7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCdCFecnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xJ02A_s8PlQ/s400/dic7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The amount of people that attended the conference&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCmF4U8fI/AAAAAAAAAII/OQpQBWJJlOM/s1600/dic+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCmF4U8fI/AAAAAAAAAII/OQpQBWJJlOM/s400/dic+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;During formal night&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCfqtjKBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Mt5pappz6rw/s1600/dic+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCfqtjKBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Mt5pappz6rw/s400/dic+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the interact clubs from Klang&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCqznXpBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oBff3aSALjA/s1600/dic+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCqznXpBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oBff3aSALjA/s400/dic+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Formal night with Mia , me , Nicole and Bhavan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCoq8zHYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Xs4uS2eOCIM/s1600/dic+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCoq8zHYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Xs4uS2eOCIM/s400/dic+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A snap during one of the talks . Even though some talk were like sleeping bombs , but &amp;nbsp;we all did our own stuff to&lt;br /&gt;occupy ourselves. And oh yeah , I miss sitting beside Krish&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCuAEjDLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Muj5t1DCN5Y/s1600/dic+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCuAEjDLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Muj5t1DCN5Y/s400/dic+5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheering after the formal night ended . Viva La Interact :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCwEudyoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nRmpND_phDQ/s1600/dic+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCwEudyoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nRmpND_phDQ/s400/dic+6.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Audrey showing her moves during the dancefloor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCyNWWZGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eYdZWrNueT0/s1600/dic+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCyNWWZGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eYdZWrNueT0/s400/dic+8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first day when we arrived at the hotel waiting to get sorted into our rooms .&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjDJJx8qNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zrXT_tIOq98/s1600/dic9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjDJJx8qNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zrXT_tIOq98/s400/dic9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The number of shoes all us girls brought. We're girls , what do you expect ?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjDLX3MnUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dEx85hdd7ps/s1600/dic10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjDLX3MnUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dEx85hdd7ps/s400/dic10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture with the MGS girls &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjDTVfAioI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GOgzXWFmnxA/s1600/dic11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjDTVfAioI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GOgzXWFmnxA/s400/dic11.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken during one of the talks .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-3219928155687985360?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3219928155687985360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-dic-was-of-course-nothing-short-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3219928155687985360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3219928155687985360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-dic-was-of-course-nothing-short-of.html' title='The only thing that lasts , is the memory of it'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TQjCdCFecnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xJ02A_s8PlQ/s72-c/dic7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-2699969006193957731</id><published>2010-12-06T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T05:44:12.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Press your finger to your lips , then to the ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;JUST CAME BACK FROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;DISTRICT INTERACT CONFERENCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Details about the conference will be written soon . There's just so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;too say , but one word to describe the whole experience :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-2699969006193957731?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2699969006193957731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/press-you-finger-to-your-lips-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/2699969006193957731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/2699969006193957731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/press-you-finger-to-your-lips-then.html' title='Press your finger to your lips , then to the ground'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-8090596238593072526</id><published>2010-12-01T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:59:48.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mr. Bala said I was &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;WORKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA , joke of the century man .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just because I did his homework he said I was hardworking :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He just doesn't know I finished it only hours before his class, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;FYI , Mr. Bala is my add maths teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-8090596238593072526?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8090596238593072526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8090596238593072526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8090596238593072526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-3651231059994393758</id><published>2010-12-01T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:48:34.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dive through December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's December .&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Already ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Time passes by too fast , that all I wanna do is just ask it to slow down , I can't follow your pace . Time , &amp;nbsp;catch a breath , don't worry , I won't be far behind . Sitting in solitary , all I could think of is how far I've come . One more year , and those daily dose of laughter and ludicrous characters I've grown accustomed to , will be fade away . Sigh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So yesterday , went out with Mia , Izzaty , Chewbeccamama and Viagralin to Sunway. Extreme fun , from trying out outfits and dresses to karaoke-ing till all our voices cracked and ended up slumping on the couch . From trying to get the right picture of Raveena where she smiled properly (I love you chewwy) to Ailin and I belting out Augustana's songs .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;True rapture comes from the company you have , enough said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&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/3368995311230176252-3651231059994393758?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3651231059994393758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/dive-through-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3651231059994393758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3651231059994393758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/12/dive-through-december.html' title='A dive through December'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-4710915465223599170</id><published>2010-11-27T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:01:57.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee and cigarettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes , I'm guilty of listening to Augustana every single waking moment . Pure heaven . Walk into my room . Turn on the air-conditioner . Lie on the bed . Turn up the volume of the Ipod dock to that sweet sweet heavenly voice of Dan Layus . And just .. close my eyes . Yes , that's a slice of heaven right there . I used the word 'heaven' three times . That's how good they are .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Their 'Midwest skies and sleepless Mondays' album just blew me away . Hearing him sing 'you don't know me , you don't even care' , oh my , sends chills down my spine . If they ever come to Malaysia , jaws dropped , I'll be the first in line for the tickets . And I know absolutely who'll be my side , right Viagralin ? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remind Ailin to pass me Can't Love Can't Hurt . I'm excited to the max !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;So go and tear it up , black and cold with dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-4710915465223599170?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4710915465223599170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/coffee-and-cigarettes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/4710915465223599170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/4710915465223599170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/coffee-and-cigarettes.html' title='Coffee and cigarettes'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-6827638387932603626</id><published>2010-11-26T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T08:56:13.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause you're the red in my pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TO_mkisCQNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HxiCVynyjK8/s1600/i-am-sam12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TO_mkisCQNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HxiCVynyjK8/s320/i-am-sam12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have officially watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I AM SAM&lt;/span&gt; 3 times . Such a remarkable movie . It haven't failed to bring me to tears everytime I see Sean Penn acting as Mr.Dawson . His acting was indeed indescribable . The emotions and soul he instilled into being a mentally retarded character made it so believable , that you could not help but just be astounded .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have this thing for sad movies . I have this thing for sentimental songs . I have this thing for heartbreaking and heart-healing books . Bewildered ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;I am too&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-6827638387932603626?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6827638387932603626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/cause-youre-red-in-my-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6827638387932603626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6827638387932603626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/cause-youre-red-in-my-pink.html' title='Cause you&apos;re the red in my pink'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TO_mkisCQNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HxiCVynyjK8/s72-c/i-am-sam12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-3516139225268743970</id><published>2010-11-24T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:17:25.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amirah Ismail</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mia :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through everything that has transpired , only two words can sum up to how I feel ,&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Thank you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you , for bearing with me for 7 years&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you , for listening to my never ending ramblings&lt;br /&gt;Thank you , for listening to my problems&lt;br /&gt;Thank you , for all your advice &lt;br /&gt;Thank you , for making my day whether you know it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you , for being my best friend , and I could never ask for more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say , true friendship is never serene , and I guess it never is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry for all the mistakes I have done&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry for the times , I had hurt you &lt;u&gt;deeply&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times I utterly regret , and times I wish I could take back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through everything that has transpired , thank you , for &lt;b&gt;still being here&lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-3516139225268743970?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3516139225268743970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/amirah-ismail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3516139225268743970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/3516139225268743970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/amirah-ismail.html' title='Amirah Ismail'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-6561447042812406008</id><published>2010-11-21T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:07:03.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOoIUiCojLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p-U2mUDMo7c/s1600/mesutozil_300290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOoIUiCojLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p-U2mUDMo7c/s320/mesutozil_300290.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh La La&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-6561447042812406008?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6561447042812406008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6561447042812406008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6561447042812406008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOoIUiCojLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p-U2mUDMo7c/s72-c/mesutozil_300290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-6421729530661529532</id><published>2010-11-20T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:38:46.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time waits for no man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This past week have been completely , entirely , thoroughly , from top to bottom , A to Z , utterly boring . The only exception to that was yesterday when the girls and I went to watch Harry Potter . It has been a long time , a really really long time , since only us girls went out for some chicks time , so it was fun . Watching Harry Potter for the second time , two days in a row would not have been my ultimate choice , but what the heck , Izzaty was craving to watch her 'hot' boyfriend , Daniel Radcliffe . Lol .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So to pass my time , I have planned to study . Well , SPM is next year , and needless to say , my fundamentals on Form 4 syllabus , isn't very strong to start with , so I guess it's just about the right decision to start hammer away and refurbish my foundation . Hence , my time is consumed by reading history , and attempting some add maths question which , by practice , the attempts most of the time did not turn out into contrariety ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay , har-har sorry to disenthrall , but the whole paragraph up there was an utter lie . But I wasn't lying about the 'planning to study' part though . And I wasn't lying about the next sentence . It's as though , I know what's right . I know what I should be doing , but I just need that force , that fear to poke me and say 'hey , if you don't start now , you'll end up working for MPK sweeping the roads' . As hyperbolic as it may sound , but it's just the exaggerated version of&amp;nbsp; 'hey , if you don't start now , you'll end up crying over the time you procrastinated' . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Cry no regrets , for everything will light up if we just try , harder .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-6421729530661529532?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6421729530661529532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-waits-for-no-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6421729530661529532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/6421729530661529532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-waits-for-no-man.html' title='Time waits for no man'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-7495347880994106347</id><published>2010-11-13T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:42:17.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink 182</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I did not make the wrong decision because if I did , this post would be written out of pure regret , but it's not . Just a note of appreciation to how you had your own share in painting my life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There were days , when talking to you was the only thing capable of turning my frown upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; There were days , where your absence pierced my heart deep enough to hit the core .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There were days , when every quandary that seemed to find their way around me , you would be on the other line , telling me exactly what to do .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; But t&lt;/span&gt;here were also days , you had me drowning in my tears and clutching my chest in &lt;b&gt;unbearable&lt;/b&gt; pain , but I stayed . I never let go , because I knew the truth in my &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;mind&lt;/b&gt; , I loved you &lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;I'm sorry , for breaking that &lt;b&gt;very promise &lt;/b&gt;our relationship held onto. I will never be able to explain my actions and reasons , but I know in time , you will understand . And I hope in time too , you will find the will to &lt;b&gt;forgive me .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-7495347880994106347?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7495347880994106347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/blink-182.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/7495347880994106347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/7495347880994106347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/blink-182.html' title='Blink 182'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-1065169120919886071</id><published>2010-11-11T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T06:49:05.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's ALWAYS room for improvement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Let me start by saying that I miraculously attended school this whole week , given the fact that the 2 weeks of pressurizing exams are over . Yes , I skipped school when attendance were ever so compulsory because the teachers were 'teaching' , but I could get my butt off the bed and get myself to school when the teachers don't even enter the class .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well , the best part about the fact that exams are over and done with , is that you practically don't have to touch a single book for at least another two months. Even that is inevitable since Form 5 tuition are already starting . Like come on , GIVE US A BREAK . I know everyone just can't seem to hold their urge of shoving knowledge into our brains , but like everything else , my brain apparently has limits . Ok , back to exams , if you're someone who's as lazy as me , then the best part IS not having to touch a single book for the next two months . The worst part is , waiting and getting the results .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If I was confident that I did well in my exams , then I wouldn't have to worry much about my results or about how it would bring imminent catastrophe . But I wasn't confident . And that's exactly what I was worried about . You see , I , like many other people , am the kind that practices last minute preparation . It's not that I don't believe in studying everyday , working hard weeks or months before an exam . It's just that , I know myself well enough that I don't have enough determination and diligence as those really hardworking students have . You can be the hardworking ones or you can be the ones who just wait merely a week before and exam to start studying . If you know me well , you'll know for sure I'm the latter . I can stuff information into my brain the night before an exam (which results in lack of sleep and possibly insomnia so I'm really suggesting you don't practice it too) , and spill it all out on the next day . And if you're lucky , you'll probably get high marks , maybe higher than those who actually prepared weeks before . But the difference is , they'll remember the knowledge that they've learned , but if you study last minute , you'll probably forget most of what you studied the night before the moment you step out of the exam hall . So one word of advice , never study last minute . Even though it works for me . Most of the time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So in this past week , we've been getting our papers back . I'm not saying I'm happy with what I got , but I'm thankful . But the reason why I'm not really satisfied , is not because I didn't get a much better result than other people , but it's because I knew &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I COULD&lt;/span&gt; . But like they say , you get what you deserve . Nobody was born dumb . Neither was there anybody who were born smart . Except for special cases . But in general cases , the concept that nobody was born smart or dumb applies . I can personally say , that had tried&amp;nbsp; bit harder , had I not decided to&amp;nbsp; fallback on last minute preparations , I might just reach up to the high expectations set out there .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We just have to look ahead , and learn from the mistakes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-1065169120919886071?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1065169120919886071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/theres-always-room-for-improvement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1065169120919886071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/1065169120919886071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/theres-always-room-for-improvement.html' title='There&apos;s ALWAYS room for improvement'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-5517937850391637850</id><published>2010-11-09T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T03:11:25.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving smiles</title><content type='html'>The past weekend has been an eventful one ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dinner at Sherena's was super delicious . Her mum makes awesome murukku ,and to top it off with chappatis and prawns and curry . Now this is Deepavali . Later on , went to Pn Sunita's open house . More food , but restrained myself from eating too much , but I did help myself to the desserts though ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;Oh , almost had a near death experience on the way back to Mia's house . Her mum is so cute . After sending Izzaty back , we got lost and ended on some lonely road with only the car's headlights as our guide . As she was about to make a swift turn , a car turned from the opposite side , and I could swore that I thought that the car's headlights was going to be the last thing I'll ever see in my life . Fortunately , Mia's mum avoided the car just in time . Reached Mia's house , and she fell asleep while I waited for my brother to come pick me up , and because football was too important to him , he picked me up at 1 am .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;Went to Aeon , and met up with Nicole . Saw Mia doing her hair at APT . So while waiting for her , we looked around to shop for Tommy's birthday present . Seriously , when it comes to buying a gift for a guy , I'm not your man . Checked out the place where Jordan and Shaun were working . Makes me wanna work too , nahh . When Mia finally finished , we met her mother , and was it epic when she said 'you two again ?' . Haha Mia , i love your mum . Before we could leave , we had to buy food for her sister who was also doing her hair , and soon after we did , we lost her mum . And found her eating at a restaurant . So we waited , and reached Tommy's place at around 3 . Talk about being fashionably late , haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tommy's birthday party was awesome . From the awesome games to the amazing people , just proves that it's not the location you have it in , just the company you have :)&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; Happy Birthday Tommy ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368995311230176252-5517937850391637850?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5517937850391637850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/past-weekend-has-been-eventful-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/5517937850391637850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/5517937850391637850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/past-weekend-has-been-eventful-one.html' title='Carving smiles'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-8507741898551152444</id><published>2010-11-04T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:51:45.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reee-laxx sistaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A warehouse sale during the holidays is the last place you would wanna be if you're the kind of person who hates all this crowded places . Well yeah , I was pumped for finally being able to get out of the house and do some serious shopping . But my god , the sight of women running in heels , scrambling through clothes , pulling them out , putting them back in , stuffing them in their bag , somehow reminds me of the&amp;nbsp; scene you usually see in a movie where two ladies fight over a dress or something . And I think I looked weird holding back my laugh while I was thinking that .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;As I was browsing through the clothes , unexpectedly bumped into Mei Hui . As I left the place , I looked back at all the clothes on the floor , a result of women trying to dig out the clothes down in the pile and letting all the other clothes on top fall off . Ohh well , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;there's not much you can do when it comes to a woman and shopping .&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/3368995311230176252-8507741898551152444?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8507741898551152444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/reee-laxx-sistaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8507741898551152444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/8507741898551152444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/reee-laxx-sistaa.html' title='Reee-laxx sistaa'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-7086059735280281808</id><published>2010-11-03T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:51:28.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I give you in return ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TNE4-Q1goeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iMN5_t5a_Lg/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TNE4-Q1goeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iMN5_t5a_Lg/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Upon request of those two girls in eye-catching leopard prints , this post goes all out to all three of them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How often do you find friends that you can call and cry your souls out ? How often do you find friends who care enough to know that something's not right ? How often do you find friends that you can laugh with for completely no reason at all ? Probably not that often . If there's anything that I've learned throughout these years , it would be that friendship is definitely priceless . I might have made mistakes , but it's those true friends who actually forgive you .&amp;nbsp; The friends that hold your hands when you shed a tear , the friends that gives you a hug every morning , just simply , because they're happy to see you . Now those are the friends for keeps . And you guys portray &lt;b&gt;exactly tha&lt;/b&gt;t .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3368995311230176252-7086059735280281808?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7086059735280281808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-can-i-give-you-in-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/7086059735280281808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/7086059735280281808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-can-i-give-you-in-return.html' title='What can I give you in return ?'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TNE4-Q1goeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iMN5_t5a_Lg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368995311230176252.post-7946063233509182295</id><published>2010-11-03T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T06:40:08.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In moments of solitude , hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a long year of absence from blogging , it's about time to save this blog from the imminent 'cancel account' , I suppose ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The days of examinations are well behind us , but there are still those not-so-significant papers still waiting to be sat for . Freedom is undeniably nothing short of sweet . But only when there's something to consume time with . Seven hours straight in front of a tv , is well , very time consuming , but the boredom just increases . So I started reading a book and looking at how much time I have in my hands , decided to write a blog . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here I am , &lt;b style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;hello&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/3368995311230176252-7946063233509182295?l=crashingthunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7946063233509182295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-moments-of-solitary-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/7946063233509182295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368995311230176252/posts/default/7946063233509182295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingthunder.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-moments-of-solitary-hello.html' title='In moments of solitude , hello'/><author><name>Shazana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645417883400504578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxXDjtMoppg/TOkufanE8NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WORFdZEKWlQ/S220/lin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
