<?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-199788252132518932</id><updated>2012-01-30T12:42:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'>For me to write and for you to judge.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978802027487096228</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/-lxhiBBx9hnE/TxCJUdFNnJI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Mem8f51x8Kg/s220/izzahlah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199788252132518932.post-554592916355279501</id><published>2012-01-29T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:16:33.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To those who may concern.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, kids, I&amp;#39;ve been trough quite the same situation as now. Baby, how I manage to live trough it, you don&amp;#39;t have the slightest idea. How I did my best to keep my faith, my believe to those I thought are my friends. To people around me who are aware with the situation, I keep my calm and tell them I&amp;#39;m fine. &lt;p&gt;Well, why shouldn&amp;#39;t I? It&amp;#39;s not something serious. In fact, I have much more serious thing to deal with other than these bunch of immature kids. Deleted me on bbm? Thank god. Saves us some future problem, innit? Besides, I don&amp;#39;t think I owe anything to these people. I know I just owe an apology to my friend. Err, used to be one. But since you prove that you are better off with them, and so long then, girlfriend. &lt;p&gt;God, this is soooo 2009. Talking, bitching, jaja cerita sana sini. Been there, done that. Been victimise, done being the prey. And now what? You think I want to start all over again? Please. I don&amp;#39;t have the time. Lots, lots of things to catch up and to be done.&lt;p&gt;Some friendship 101 for you kids: if you think you did something wrong, ask and apologize. Not whining and bitching all over the place and expect people to clean up your mess. I say, if you DID something wrong. If not then, why should you be mad at the first place?&lt;p&gt;I hold on to my stand, I did nothing wrong. It was just merely a statement that I clearly have the right to say. Hey, it&amp;#39;s my stuff right? &lt;p&gt;And I do think that you have hated me or dislike me from the beginning, and you took this one little glitch and make it as an opportunity to make it clear to everybody. Orang kata, cari alasan nak membenci.  &lt;p&gt;*clap clap clap* so mature of you.&lt;p&gt;Heh. Sebenci-benci aku kat orang, I can still manage to maniskan muka. Lagi-lagi kalau kawan-kawan. Memang erti kata &amp;#39;kawan&amp;#39; tu terlalu cetek lagi bagi kau orang. You can say I&amp;#39;m a hypocrite. The pleasure is mine. Ahaks~&lt;p&gt;And by the way, food for thoughts: If you say you can be happy with the way of life you choose, why would you be mad if people talk about you? Think. Put a use to your brains.&lt;p&gt;Can&amp;#39;t wait to meet my Melaka people. &lt;p&gt;Toodles xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/199788252132518932-554592916355279501?l=ciksunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/554592916355279501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=199788252132518932&amp;postID=554592916355279501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/554592916355279501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/554592916355279501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-those-who-may-concern_29.html' title='To those who may concern.'/><author><name>Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978802027487096228</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/-lxhiBBx9hnE/TxCJUdFNnJI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Mem8f51x8Kg/s220/izzahlah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199788252132518932.post-5845930607067819080</id><published>2012-01-27T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:18:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Fear is an enemy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fear is about everything. But for me you know what I fear the most. I fear it will happen again. The scar in here never heals, it just close. I&amp;#39;ve got a few reminder too here. Not intentionally. The date of two big things happening in my life. Family and friends. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah. But fear is an enemy. And no enemy will be left undefeated. I&amp;#39;ll pull trough it. And you will too, regardless what your fear is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/199788252132518932-5845930607067819080?l=ciksunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5845930607067819080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=199788252132518932&amp;postID=5845930607067819080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/5845930607067819080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/5845930607067819080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/2012/01/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978802027487096228</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/-lxhiBBx9hnE/TxCJUdFNnJI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Mem8f51x8Kg/s220/izzahlah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199788252132518932.post-8628614416615040792</id><published>2012-01-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:40:26.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word-less Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eSw82B9sSBc/Tx-x6zMg3EI/AAAAAAAAA3k/l_1HOwenNXE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MTAtMjAxMjAxMjEtMTUxMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-726795"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eSw82B9sSBc/Tx-x6zMg3EI/AAAAAAAAA3k/l_1HOwenNXE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MTAtMjAxMjAxMjEtMTUxMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-726795"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701471277007559746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/199788252132518932-8628614416615040792?l=ciksunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8628614416615040792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=199788252132518932&amp;postID=8628614416615040792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/8628614416615040792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/8628614416615040792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/2012/01/word-less-wednesday.html' title='Word-less Wednesday'/><author><name>Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978802027487096228</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/-lxhiBBx9hnE/TxCJUdFNnJI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Mem8f51x8Kg/s220/izzahlah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eSw82B9sSBc/Tx-x6zMg3EI/AAAAAAAAA3k/l_1HOwenNXE/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MTAtMjAxMjAxMjEtMTUxMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-726795' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199788252132518932.post-4736222429000290256</id><published>2012-01-19T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:11:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSH</title><content type='html'>Who can even stand reading my blog posts from previous years.To be exact, for the last two years. Or three. I admit it. I am such a kid. well, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And um.. Since I've used the new blogger interface, I kinda 'ter' drafted ALL MY PREVIOUS POSTS!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Well, I kinda see it as let bygone, be bygone. Start anew people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/199788252132518932-4736222429000290256?l=ciksunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4736222429000290256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=199788252132518932&amp;postID=4736222429000290256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/4736222429000290256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/4736222429000290256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/2012/01/gosh.html' title='GOSH'/><author><name>Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978802027487096228</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/-lxhiBBx9hnE/TxCJUdFNnJI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Mem8f51x8Kg/s220/izzahlah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199788252132518932.post-7964351326021151538</id><published>2012-01-17T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:05:24.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m home. Yes. Home where my mom lives with my cat until her children come home for semester break or weekend break.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss my mom, dad and my cat. Now dragging my pillow and constructing my permanent place in front of the tv.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeehaw! Endless delicious food and tv!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s so good to be home. Ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/199788252132518932-7964351326021151538?l=ciksunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7964351326021151538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=199788252132518932&amp;postID=7964351326021151538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/7964351326021151538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/7964351326021151538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978802027487096228</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/-lxhiBBx9hnE/TxCJUdFNnJI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Mem8f51x8Kg/s220/izzahlah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199788252132518932.post-6750502770409171347</id><published>2012-01-14T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:05:24.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about others talk.</title><content type='html'>People often talk about others, there&amp;#39;s no denying about it. No matter for good or for worse. I did too, a lot of times. But somehow, I still wonder how some people that will remain nameless unless siapa makan cili dia yang terasa pedasnya, can talk about people to everyone. Not just that, they even made up stories or or made some unbelievable judgment on people they even barely knew! Impossible, right? Because I&amp;#39;ve always believe that everyone always think only the nicest thing about everyone. Sort of na&amp;#239;ve, I can be sometimes. Well, we do judge and as we talk, we try to voice out our judgment as minimal as possible. Unless, the annoying traits of that person are so obvious that no nice words can cover it. But then, who are we to just bluntly throw judgments on others when we speak? Especially when we don&amp;#39;t even know them personally. Even knowing them personally won&amp;#39;t guarantee that you know them inside out... *sigh* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m just sick of hearing rubbish about someone I know, or even about me. Come on. If you want to know the real thing, you come to me. Ask me personally and specifically. Not reading my timeline, or my blog. What can these on-the-spot thoughts can tell you about me? And how can you be so sure that what I wrote is the truth? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For all I know, you judgmental people can blabber all you want. I, with all the joy in this world will live on, bitches and fuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/199788252132518932-6750502770409171347?l=ciksunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6750502770409171347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=199788252132518932&amp;postID=6750502770409171347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/6750502770409171347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/6750502770409171347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/2012/01/talking-about-others-talk.html' title='Talking about others talk.'/><author><name>Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978802027487096228</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/-lxhiBBx9hnE/TxCJUdFNnJI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Mem8f51x8Kg/s220/izzahlah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199788252132518932.post-1404530519951607452</id><published>2012-01-14T03:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:05:24.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two zero twelve</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been awhile since I'm writing here. I've been busy with twitter and the fact that i felt ashamed of what I've written here made me want to delete all my previous posts. But then I thought, why so? I am corny, sappy, hopeless romantic. So people laugh at my writings, so what. At least it was honest, at that time. Fresh from my thoughts. And I always believe that thoughts are important. Since I lacked in expressing my thoughts verbally (yes if you talk to me you'll think I'm kinda lembab), thus I write. But well, I can only write with excellence regarding love, feelings, and whatnot. Because I am sappy,corny, hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing. I miss how I write to express my feelings to people I love no matter if they read or not. So when they asked, there, I'll show you what I thought at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the older you grow, you tend to forget things. You become to busy with your own life, you forgot those who are in it before. You get so caught up with your own world, you forgot those who are not near. It happens to me now. It's not about completely forgetting them. But it's because distance. Are we growing apart, friends? I hope not. I just think hat this is temporary, because we all are too busy with our own life. At least I am. That doesn't mean that I don't crave the time we can get together again. If there is time, we'll make it happen. I know we will. I love you guys so much that you've become a part of me. Something that will forever will stay on top of the list. Whenever one of you call,I will never say no. Or I'll do my best not to. I hope we all are doing great. We'll find a time to sit around together, share stories and laugh till we cry. Always will :) The feeling never change when we get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello. Two years already (?). Who would have thought how fast it would be. It doesn't feel that long though. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i still have readers here? HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/199788252132518932-1404530519951607452?l=ciksunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1404530519951607452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=199788252132518932&amp;postID=1404530519951607452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/1404530519951607452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/199788252132518932/posts/default/1404530519951607452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciksunshine.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-zero-twelve.html' title='Two zero twelve'/><author><name>Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978802027487096228</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/-lxhiBBx9hnE/TxCJUdFNnJI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Mem8f51x8Kg/s220/izzahlah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
