<?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-4211623282479470909</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:02:37.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts over time.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211623282479470909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fizah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211623282479470909.post-3402515288292896937</id><published>2011-10-18T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T06:44:04.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJLHsIQzf9I/Tp2Cgw1njwI/AAAAAAAAABU/FrEIiuQ6jOw/s1600/299047_10150335429989822_714244821_8234105_1695110956_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJLHsIQzf9I/Tp2Cgw1njwI/AAAAAAAAABU/FrEIiuQ6jOw/s320/299047_10150335429989822_714244821_8234105_1695110956_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4211623282479470909-3402515288292896937?l=nrhfzh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/feeds/3402515288292896937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/2011/10/someone-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211623282479470909/posts/default/3402515288292896937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211623282479470909/posts/default/3402515288292896937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/2011/10/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone like you.'/><author><name>Fizah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJLHsIQzf9I/Tp2Cgw1njwI/AAAAAAAAABU/FrEIiuQ6jOw/s72-c/299047_10150335429989822_714244821_8234105_1695110956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211623282479470909.post-478007979256231613</id><published>2011-10-06T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:24:51.943-07:00</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/--VrhNtjOjKA/To6KBUtZKbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8qhOqWKbg_o/s1600/_DSC1057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VrhNtjOjKA/To6KBUtZKbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8qhOqWKbg_o/s320/_DSC1057.JPG" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A strong woman works out everyday to keep her body in shape.&lt;br /&gt;But a woman of strenghth builds relationships to keep her soul in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman isn't afraid of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But a woman of strength shows courage in midst of her fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A strong woman won't let anyone get the better of her.&lt;br /&gt;But a woman of strength gives the best of herself to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A strong woman makes mistakes and avoid repeating them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But a woman of strength realizes blessings through her mistakes and capitalizes on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A strong woman wears a look of confidence on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But a woman of strength wears her grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A strong woman, has faith that she is strong enough for her journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But a woman of strength, holds faith that in her journey, she will become strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211623282479470909-478007979256231613?l=nrhfzh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/feeds/478007979256231613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/2011/10/strong-woman-works-out-everyday-to-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211623282479470909/posts/default/478007979256231613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211623282479470909/posts/default/478007979256231613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/2011/10/strong-woman-works-out-everyday-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VrhNtjOjKA/To6KBUtZKbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8qhOqWKbg_o/s72-c/_DSC1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211623282479470909.post-221002377635310918</id><published>2011-08-27T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:16:07.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lonely September.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9fmpY5pylY/TlnLk9PK0KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/43G2PwF7Cb0/s1600/tumblr_ljeaktqvVo1qaobbko1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9fmpY5pylY/TlnLk9PK0KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/43G2PwF7Cb0/s1600/tumblr_ljeaktqvVo1qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have only managed to make changes on the tiny details this time round, like eating well, sleeping early and taking care of myself. I am still thinking as much as I always would but I feel different. I guess the fact that I have never put in so much of myself for anyone just makes it difficult for me to let go. Our memories together too, weighs so much of sentimental value and without doubt, he is the best I've ever had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am also trying to convince myself that probably we are not meant for each other. Our feelings were genuine while it lasted but what we cannot do, is to transform ourselves into who we aren't to stay together. Both of us are consciously aware of our silent unhappiness. I do not believe that I have given up, but instead, I feel that I have chose to resign to fate, than to anxiously hope that he will always be there for me at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can only hope for his true happiness at this moment to keep myself sane. Deep down inside, I seek his forgiveness in many ways that I have hurt him but these words are left unspoken because too much have been said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211623282479470909-221002377635310918?l=nrhfzh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/feeds/221002377635310918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/2011/08/lonely-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211623282479470909/posts/default/221002377635310918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211623282479470909/posts/default/221002377635310918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/2011/08/lonely-september.html' title='A lonely September.'/><author><name>Fizah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9fmpY5pylY/TlnLk9PK0KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/43G2PwF7Cb0/s72-c/tumblr_ljeaktqvVo1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211623282479470909.post-8044172096570994912</id><published>2011-08-18T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T12:48:20.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="leilockheart:http://shehasasecret.tumblr.com" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljebiztVt51qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I deserve to fall sick for not taking good care of myself recently. Been dragging my hours at work just so that at least my energy is channeled into productivity instead of being taxed out on strenuous chains of thoughts. I did not put in much effort into solving the whole big ball of problems so I thought that if I could come up with a temporary cure, everything will fix itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Learning things the hard way" started to make alot of sense when I woke up today, feeling very sick. &amp;nbsp;I was still thinking of how I was gonna get myself to work to finish all that needed to be done until I closed my eyes and realized that things are not gonna work for me like this. I needed to get well, think straight, feel good and be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a brighter note, I've been finding reasons on why I'm worth loving. I find it quite funny to actually remind myself of the things I deserve, like a good rest, in this case for example. However, I am pretty sure that I'm in great need of a good, relaxing holiday where I can shop to make myself happy. These ongoing contradictions in my head are pretty taxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's so much that needs to be done, so many things to think about and too much feelings involved &amp;nbsp;but I have this tiny hope that things will get better, I always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4211623282479470909-8044172096570994912?l=nrhfzh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/feeds/8044172096570994912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-guess-i-deserve-to-fall-sick-for-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211623282479470909/posts/default/8044172096570994912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211623282479470909/posts/default/8044172096570994912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nrhfzh.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-guess-i-deserve-to-fall-sick-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
