<?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-6366302482289474714</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:51:47.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidayah Khan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-unexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366302482289474714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-unexpected.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GirlNextDoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06800753774594180824</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366302482289474714.post-2104225492521336282</id><published>2011-10-19T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:36:45.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up to the best message from boyfie yesterday. Today, he had to spoil it all as soon as I opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfie's going to be away for about 40 days. I'm soo not going to get used to this. I thank god I still have friends and family members who actually care. Like really care. All I wish is for him to be fine and he should know that I'll constantly miss him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank god I have one last night with him before he leaves. I'm going to treasure all the time that we have left. But let's not make it sound like he's leaving forever ya? It's just a month or so. It'll pass fast and I'll see him again soon enough.. Right..? *cross fingers*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a brighter note, I've passed my 72 hours mark ever since my last stick. They say the peak of the withdrawal is from 48-72hrs. Seems like I didn't suffer that much, which means that the rest of the days should not be much of a problem to me. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The few symptoms that I actually faced were headache, fatigue, tingling sensation on hands and feet, agitation, slight depression. Yes, in just three days. Sucks big time right? I've been drinking LOTS of water and still, my throat feels dry. I'm trying to prevent myself from getting the cough and flu and all those sickness from quitting. I hope I'll be fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I truly hope boyfie would be too. :'( sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366302482289474714-2104225492521336282?l=her-unexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-unexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/2104225492521336282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-unexpected.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-woke-up-to-best-message-from-boyfie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366302482289474714/posts/default/2104225492521336282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366302482289474714/posts/default/2104225492521336282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-unexpected.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-woke-up-to-best-message-from-boyfie.html' title=''/><author><name>GirlNextDoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06800753774594180824</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-6366302482289474714.post-5956482253656156658</id><published>2011-10-17T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:55:19.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes, reading about your own past reminds you of some things you do not want to forget, some things you hate remembering and some things you should never forget. That is why I've decided to blog again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, some good news I want to share! I'm 26 hours nicotine-free at the moment. Yay! I know it has only been a day. For a heaaaaaavy smoker like me, this is quite an achievement. But I'm really certain I want to do this. It's not only bad for my health, it's not exactly nice for a lady to smoke. I've always known that.. No offence to my ladies out there who smoke. I still love y'all. =X Moreover, ciggarettes actually cost a bomb these days man! So well, let's do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful my dear boyfriend is doing this with me. It seems easier to him than it is to me! However, I'm sure I am strong enough to do this. What I saw in google was that if you can overcome the first three weeks, the consecutive days should be easy. I'm hoping these three weeks will quickly pass. I hope I won't have a taste of those cold turkey(s) they've been getting. Till then, I shall keep you guys updated. For now, I want to rest this one hour before my dad picks me up for home. My whole body is aching thanks to the first day of menstruation. Urgh, bite me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366302482289474714-5956482253656156658?l=her-unexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-unexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/5956482253656156658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-unexpected.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-reading-about-your-own-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366302482289474714/posts/default/5956482253656156658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366302482289474714/posts/default/5956482253656156658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-unexpected.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-reading-about-your-own-past.html' title=''/><author><name>GirlNextDoor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06800753774594180824</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></feed>
