<?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-4304462290577427971</id><updated>2012-02-08T23:47:58.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth is forever stronger than the lies.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honestykills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304462290577427971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honestykills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Izzul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493421134279892012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtMtXG1U1PA/TxBDbY1-lrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_eTwTLp-9IE/s220/Snapshot_20120113_5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304462290577427971.post-3230321461806356952</id><published>2012-01-15T03:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T05:43:09.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a drop in a bucket we called life.</title><content type='html'>its 5 oclock in the morning. i cant sleep. its not insomnia. i just cant sleep. its probably due to the over thinking for the past few days. you know what they say, silent people think a lot. but i dont see myself as a silent people, or i am just denying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a slow walk with my dad last midnight. we had a slow talk. kinda more to father-and-son talk. we touched about politics, economy, how he hates the current govenment, girls (we talked about my ex which was a topic of my least favourite)and the main topic was definitely about my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your information, i got an offer to pursue my studies at the prestigious Universiti Teknologi Petronas (UTP) for ICT. well, ICT was my 2nd choice next to mechanical engineering, but maybe since i have got an A+ for my ICT in my 2nd trials so probably thats the reason why they put me under ICT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i got UTP pleased my mom. but for ICT? that doesnt. she asked me to appeal for a change of course which is something i dont mind. well, after reconsidering the job prospect for ICT-based jobs compared to mechanical engineering, lets say that it is for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am honestly dont mind if my parents want to shape my future eventhough that is supposed to be my job but duuh, parents know what is the best for their child, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, knowing myself, i always put my best foot forward in whatever i do. i am not a picky or a fussy type of person. blame my attitude. but dont blame me for always doing my best for everything i do. thats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, everything seems wrong. FEELS WRONG. everything seems to be too good to be true. as if something bad is going to happen to me in the future. or it'll stay this way i dont know. wallahualam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304462290577427971-3230321461806356952?l=honestykills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honestykills.blogspot.com/feeds/3230321461806356952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304462290577427971&amp;postID=3230321461806356952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304462290577427971/posts/default/3230321461806356952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304462290577427971/posts/default/3230321461806356952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honestykills.blogspot.com/2012/01/drop-in-bucket-we-called-life.html' title='a drop in a bucket we called life.'/><author><name>Izzul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493421134279892012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtMtXG1U1PA/TxBDbY1-lrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_eTwTLp-9IE/s220/Snapshot_20120113_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304462290577427971.post-714654922393117129</id><published>2012-01-13T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:34:26.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a reaction in every action. and the reason why i stopped blogging for a while or two years to be exact is because of studying in a boarding school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am back to this world of internet literature as a medium for me to express my thoughts on basically everything i have in mind and not to mention as a study tool for me to improve my english (which is getting bad at the moment due to the lack of speaking in this language because of my laziness but not anymore haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i just want to say hi! i am back and feel free to read my posts wherever you are and whenever you are free and hopefully, you will enjoy them. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304462290577427971-714654922393117129?l=honestykills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honestykills.blogspot.com/feeds/714654922393117129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304462290577427971&amp;postID=714654922393117129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304462290577427971/posts/default/714654922393117129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304462290577427971/posts/default/714654922393117129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honestykills.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-reaction-in-every-action.html' title=''/><author><name>Izzul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493421134279892012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtMtXG1U1PA/TxBDbY1-lrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_eTwTLp-9IE/s220/Snapshot_20120113_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
