<?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-7305344</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:05:21.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mayfair mistress of the satellites</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>izkah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04001050304647010027</uri><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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305344.post-109499341425078192</id><published>2004-09-12T22:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:14:04.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'>spring blossoms</title><content type='html'>Cant help but notice the spring blossom trees sprout  its flowers from dead-like to beautiful trees with pink and white blossoms. Its the first time i actually saw them in reality; its my first spring encounter as well. Three days ago i picked one branch with bunch of flowers.. it has no distinct smell whatsover.. the one i picked has a faint smell of dog piss.. a dog must've pissed on the side of the tree, i dont know, could be its natural scent... how can a pretty bunch of flowers have such scent... Have no idea. Oh well, the idea being is that its spring!!! and flowers bloom!!! get it?? some days can really get warm that i find myself bracing for summer not thinking that spring should come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats in store for me... I know its gonna be weird. I would love to have a gloomy autumn halloween but guess its gonna be sunny and nice with flowers all around instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305344-109499341425078192?l=izkah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/feeds/109499341425078192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305344&amp;postID=109499341425078192' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/109499341425078192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/109499341425078192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/2004/09/spring-blossoms.html' title='spring blossoms'/><author><name>izkah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04001050304647010027</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305344.post-109119688940511836</id><published>2004-07-30T23:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:17:52.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'>commuter</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;noticed you at the bus stop and thought you were cute, but I dont want to give you much attention so I pretended I didn't see you.&amp;nbsp; You have the features of Ian Veneracion, a hunky punky action star at my early teens, with nice eyes with pretty lashes.&amp;nbsp; But you&amp;nbsp;have heavier built than he has, but you somehow reminded me of him; somehow like a persian prince.&amp;nbsp; You wore a sleeveless shirt in a winter time exposing your not so heavily muscled arms, but I reckon they're sexy.&amp;nbsp; So you're hot!... but I still pretended I didn't notice you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus came and I went in first, I know you were waiting for the same bus so I'm wondering where you'll be seated.&amp;nbsp; So I sat at the nearest vacant seat so I can have the opportunity to watch and feel you as you walk pass me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault... I'm not contented by my intuition, i have to test it.&amp;nbsp; My fault, coz I have to inhale deeply when u pass by me to smell your existence and I&amp;nbsp;huffed the unexplicable scent that can be called a stench of a middle eastern big hairy&amp;nbsp;guy in a wintertime whose skin has not been in contact with water for months. I knew it, but I was not prepared to the trauma you caused me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305344-109119688940511836?l=izkah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/feeds/109119688940511836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305344&amp;postID=109119688940511836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/109119688940511836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/109119688940511836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/2004/07/commuter.html' title='commuter'/><author><name>izkah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04001050304647010027</uri><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305344.post-109073455547064497</id><published>2004-07-25T15:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T15:49:15.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bugger</title><content type='html'>Life's been pretty nice to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if its been really gloomy here in Sydney, I cant help myself from smiling sometimes.. but thats because of the fact I'm a looney!&lt;br /&gt;I just miss climbing mountains... I remember the expeditions I had with friends on weekends we'd pack our things and go head to the mountains.&amp;nbsp; Scavenging the food we can pack from our households and then have a crazy party in the wilds.. that was really fun, and cheap too. reminiscing...&lt;br /&gt;oh drats when will the sun start to come out?&amp;nbsp; when will I get the chance to enjoy the beach?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so cold here.. I feel my skin start to stretch, my eyes smaller.. I'm getting big.. I dont sweat, I dont get to move either.. I just hide under the blanket most of the time!&amp;nbsp; I miss the tropics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305344-109073455547064497?l=izkah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/feeds/109073455547064497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305344&amp;postID=109073455547064497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/109073455547064497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/109073455547064497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/2004/07/bugger.html' title='bugger'/><author><name>izkah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04001050304647010027</uri><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305344.post-108742675373324034</id><published>2004-06-17T08:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T09:01:38.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>aurora</title><content type='html'>yesterday morning i received a very important phonecall... I got the job at a college that I desperately wanted to have!  The principal told me that they recieved my appointment from the board of directors, so i will report next week. cool eh?! SWEEET!&lt;br /&gt;after hanging the phone I cant stop my self from dancing, shaking with matching shouting and madlaugh-madcry it lasted for 30 mins non-stop ahahaha.. the joys of life!  Im lucky superpinai, my thai friend was here so i can share d joys im feeling, otherwise i might end up tumbling around doing summersaults!--and maybe wake-up in hospital nyeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the whole day im just so happy on the bus, while walking on the street...i feel like im floating... people just cant help but notice my aura.. i think it has grown into humongous proportion.  I noticed some people from the shops sticking their heads out as i pass by their shop and people from cars passing by couldnt take their eyes off me...and i am not wearing something funny oki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my spirit was glowing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ecstatic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305344-108742675373324034?l=izkah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/feeds/108742675373324034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305344&amp;postID=108742675373324034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/108742675373324034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/108742675373324034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/2004/06/aurora.html' title='aurora'/><author><name>izkah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04001050304647010027</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305344.post-108721521190135385</id><published>2004-06-14T22:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T22:13:31.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the day I tried to live</title><content type='html'>first things first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really feeling looney today, for the first time in my life i think i heard voices in my head!  so voila...  behold the blog to create the voices a world of their own so they wont mess with my sanity! happy now?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305344-108721521190135385?l=izkah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/feeds/108721521190135385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305344&amp;postID=108721521190135385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/108721521190135385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305344/posts/default/108721521190135385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izkah.blogspot.com/2004/06/day-i-tried-to-live.html' title='the day I tried to live'/><author><name>izkah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04001050304647010027</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
