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(What I expected was a lot of walking between the two hospitals, that are at the two ends of this city, going to office and back and walking to dad and back and all those walking without any success of consulting a doctor)&lt;br&gt;
Got up early to get a doctors appointment for dad whos here for a check up. I knew getting an appointment will be a hassle. It was. I didnt get an appointment. (partially because I overslept and partially because medical services in Maldives sucks ass)&lt;br&gt;
But guess what? I didnt feel guilty. Me, normally the dude who gets anxiety attacks for the smallest problem related to family... didnt get none today! I wasnt worried at all. Everything seemed perfect. I will go and get an appointment for dad tomorrow and everything will hopefully be good.&lt;br&gt;
huh! Such a relief to have a nice day!&lt;br&gt;
PS; I got a call from my sister, Dhontha, who lectured me not to smoke and do prayers regularly and to clean my room and be tidy and stuff! Which is a regular thing for her and mom that gives me headaches at the most busy times.&lt;br&gt;
But today it was different!...it was beautiful. She was so kind and warming in her lecture. And I loved every second of it. Such beautiful flow of scoldings and well wishes combined together! I mean it. It was so lovely...&lt;br&gt;
Love you Dhonthi!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/26/an-unexpected-good-day-7248411/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Today was what I thought would be the most chaotic day in my life in 3 months.<br>
(What I expected was a lot of walking between the two hospitals, that are at the two ends of this city, going to office and back and walking to dad and back and all those walking without any success of consulting a doctor)<br>
Got up early to get a doctors appointment for dad whos here for a check up. I knew getting an appointment will be a hassle. It was. I didnt get an appointment. (partially because I overslept and partially because medical services in Maldives sucks ass)<br>
But guess what? I didnt feel guilty. Me, normally the dude who gets anxiety attacks for the smallest problem related to family... didnt get none today! I wasnt worried at all. Everything seemed perfect. I will go and get an appointment for dad tomorrow and everything will hopefully be good.<br>
huh! Such a relief to have a nice day!<br>
PS; I got a call from my sister, Dhontha, who lectured me not to smoke and do prayers regularly and to clean my room and be tidy and stuff! Which is a regular thing for her and mom that gives me headaches at the most busy times.<br>
But today it was different!...it was beautiful. She was so kind and warming in her lecture. And I loved every second of it. Such beautiful flow of scoldings and well wishes combined together! I mean it. It was so lovely...<br>
Love you Dhonthi!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/26/an-unexpected-good-day-7248411/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/love-gone-business-7238053/"><default:title>Love gone business!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/love-gone-business-7238053/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-25T03:21:29+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I grew up loving environment. I love nature. And I do believe we humans are destroying it, slowly. But suddenly, today I felt ashamed to talk about saving environment. I was lost. where did my love for environment go?&lt;br&gt;
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Outside the point;&lt;br&gt;
The environmental NGO 350.org conducted a worldwide campaign yesterday to mark October 24th as an "international day for climate action" according to them. They opened up registration of activities from all around the world that got a neat response i must say. And then comes my story...&lt;br&gt;
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Maldives, being the lowest lying piece of land on earth, has always been concerned about environment, has taken part in the smallest environmental campaigns and conducts activities throughout the year to remember the importance of environment and save it. Then came the 350 campaign. And the people were crazy. So was the government.&lt;br&gt;
An underwater cabinet dive that got the world attention on the small country. (you can read about that everywhere on the net if you want). All major broadcasters were here to do the live coverage. It went so well. I thought we were finally heard. It was on the 17th of October.&lt;br&gt;
That was the prelude. Then came the real bash! 24th of October! Oh my God! 24 hour long dive underwater with underwater chess, underwater sleeping, underwater drumming, underwater lectures, underwater formations, underwater dances... say anything with underwater and they did it. 24 hours of non-stop craze underwater while the people who couldn't go for a swim, perhaps, conducted rallies on the ground, awareness programs and plantation programs and then suddenly.... It all looked meaningless. So meaningless. A show. A drama. Cheap.&lt;br&gt;
Are they concerned? Who is concerned? Concerned for what? Are they raising voices to save earth OR are they simply trying to get some attention?&lt;br&gt;
All I saw was shame. Lame attempts. Enthusiasm gone showbiz. Love gone business.&lt;br&gt;
This event, for me, was a perfect example of the saying, "Too much of anything is good for nothing"&lt;br&gt;
PS; this is just my point of view.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/080/4038080_4bf7d1b2cd_m.jpeg" alt="maldives-islands"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/love-gone-business-7238053/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I grew up loving environment. I love nature. And I do believe we humans are destroying it, slowly. But suddenly, today I felt ashamed to talk about saving environment. I was lost. where did my love for environment go?<br>
------------------------------<br>
Outside the point;<br>
The environmental NGO 350.org conducted a worldwide campaign yesterday to mark October 24th as an "international day for climate action" according to them. They opened up registration of activities from all around the world that got a neat response i must say. And then comes my story...<br>
------------------------------<br>
Maldives, being the lowest lying piece of land on earth, has always been concerned about environment, has taken part in the smallest environmental campaigns and conducts activities throughout the year to remember the importance of environment and save it. Then came the 350 campaign. And the people were crazy. So was the government.<br>
An underwater cabinet dive that got the world attention on the small country. (you can read about that everywhere on the net if you want). All major broadcasters were here to do the live coverage. It went so well. I thought we were finally heard. It was on the 17th of October.<br>
That was the prelude. Then came the real bash! 24th of October! Oh my God! 24 hour long dive underwater with underwater chess, underwater sleeping, underwater drumming, underwater lectures, underwater formations, underwater dances... say anything with underwater and they did it. 24 hours of non-stop craze underwater while the people who couldn't go for a swim, perhaps, conducted rallies on the ground, awareness programs and plantation programs and then suddenly.... It all looked meaningless. So meaningless. A show. A drama. Cheap.<br>
Are they concerned? Who is concerned? Concerned for what? Are they raising voices to save earth OR are they simply trying to get some attention?<br>
All I saw was shame. Lame attempts. Enthusiasm gone showbiz. Love gone business.<br>
This event, for me, was a perfect example of the saying, "Too much of anything is good for nothing"<br>
PS; this is just my point of view.<br>
<img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/080/4038080_4bf7d1b2cd_m.jpeg" alt="maldives-islands">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/love-gone-business-7238053/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/the-new-design-7238011/"><default:title>The new design...</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/the-new-design-7238011/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-25T01:50:19+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I have tried to bring a new look to my blog for a while. And I fail every time. I just end up doing a new banner. This time I wanted a real change. So I invested some quality "Awake" time during the night designing a simple background that took about 3 minutes and redesigning the whole page. This is how it looked like.&lt;br&gt;
Ps; Any resemblance to Photoshop CS4 splash screen is purely unintentional and the result of helpless infatuation towards the awesome application.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/the-new-design-7238011/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I have tried to bring a new look to my blog for a while. And I fail every time. I just end up doing a new banner. This time I wanted a real change. So I invested some quality "Awake" time during the night designing a simple background that took about 3 minutes and redesigning the whole page. This is how it looked like.<br>
Ps; Any resemblance to Photoshop CS4 splash screen is purely unintentional and the result of helpless infatuation towards the awesome application.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/the-new-design-7238011/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/simply-me-7092431/"><default:title>simply me...</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/simply-me-7092431/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-03T19:51:42+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Comes the morning&lt;br&gt;
When I can feel&lt;br&gt;
That there's nothing left to be concealed&lt;br&gt;
Moving on a scene surreal&lt;br&gt;
No, my heart will never&lt;br&gt;
Will never be far from here&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sure as I am breathing&lt;br&gt;
Sure as I'm sad&lt;br&gt;
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh&lt;br&gt;
I leave here believing more than I had&lt;br&gt;
And there's a reason I'll be&lt;br&gt;
A reason I'll be back&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As I walk&lt;br&gt;
The Hemisphere&lt;br&gt;
I've got my wish&lt;br&gt;
To up and disappear&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I've been wounded&lt;br&gt;
I've been healed&lt;br&gt;
Now for landing I've been&lt;br&gt;
Landing I've been cleared&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sure as I'm breathing&lt;br&gt;
Sure as I'm sad&lt;br&gt;
I'll keep this wisdom&lt;br&gt;
In my flesh&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I leave here believing&lt;br&gt;
More than I had&lt;br&gt;
This Love has got&lt;br&gt;
No Ceiling
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/simply-me-7092431/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Comes the morning<br>
When I can feel<br>
That there's nothing left to be concealed<br>
Moving on a scene surreal<br>
No, my heart will never<br>
Will never be far from here</p>
	<p>Sure as I am breathing<br>
Sure as I'm sad<br>
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh<br>
I leave here believing more than I had<br>
And there's a reason I'll be<br>
A reason I'll be back</p>
	<p>As I walk<br>
The Hemisphere<br>
I've got my wish<br>
To up and disappear</p>
	<p>I've been wounded<br>
I've been healed<br>
Now for landing I've been<br>
Landing I've been cleared</p>
	<p>Sure as I'm breathing<br>
Sure as I'm sad<br>
I'll keep this wisdom<br>
In my flesh</p>
	<p>I leave here believing<br>
More than I had<br>
This Love has got<br>
No Ceiling
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/simply-me-7092431/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/25/woah-my-friends-could-mouthfart-real-bad-never-knew-this-7040709/"><default:title>title-7040709</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/25/woah-my-friends-could-mouthfart-real-bad-never-knew-this-7040709/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-09-25T21:08:49+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Woah! My friends could mouthfart real bad! Never knew this before.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/25/woah-my-friends-could-mouthfart-real-bad-never-knew-this-7040709/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Woah! My friends could mouthfart real bad! Never knew this before.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/25/woah-my-friends-could-mouthfart-real-bad-never-knew-this-7040709/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/23/insomniac-7021390/"><default:title>Insomniac</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/23/insomniac-7021390/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-09-23T00:01:39+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Cant sleep at night. Ramadan working schedule and Anbalan Program's hard work totally disrupted my sleeping schedule. (or the clock inside me as Hana would call it). Damn! This feels so horrible. Its 3:57 in the morning. I been trying to sleep for an hour already. Last night I got off bed after 3 hours of rolling side to side. I could only sleep when im tired as hell and that seems to be after something like 12 hours of being up. woah! This is so crazy. I have nothing to do. Dont feel like doing anything. Not the mood.&lt;br&gt;
Uhh well... just another crazy lonely night! Gotta go get myself busy doing nothing at all! Bye! take care!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Ohh! and i forgot to say.... Do follow your inside clock. Sleep regularly.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/23/insomniac-7021390/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Cant sleep at night. Ramadan working schedule and Anbalan Program's hard work totally disrupted my sleeping schedule. (or the clock inside me as Hana would call it). Damn! This feels so horrible. Its 3:57 in the morning. I been trying to sleep for an hour already. Last night I got off bed after 3 hours of rolling side to side. I could only sleep when im tired as hell and that seems to be after something like 12 hours of being up. woah! This is so crazy. I have nothing to do. Dont feel like doing anything. Not the mood.<br>
Uhh well... just another crazy lonely night! Gotta go get myself busy doing nothing at all! Bye! take care!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"><br>
Ohh! and i forgot to say.... Do follow your inside clock. Sleep regularly.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/23/insomniac-7021390/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/21/pests-rats-and-parasites-7013112/"><default:title>Pests, rats and parasites!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/21/pests-rats-and-parasites-7013112/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-09-21T21:38:42+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Stupid fucks! Staring and glaring at me like im an alien!&lt;br&gt;
Uhh, for gods sake!&lt;br&gt;
Im travelling back to male after a good time at vilingili beach with my friends. And these, dirty ugly rats are staring their balls out at me! Esp the heideous horrid dude with the black turtle neck t-shirt. Hate every sec of this!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/21/pests-rats-and-parasites-7013112/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Stupid fucks! Staring and glaring at me like im an alien!<br>
Uhh, for gods sake!<br>
Im travelling back to male after a good time at vilingili beach with my friends. And these, dirty ugly rats are staring their balls out at me! Esp the heideous horrid dude with the black turtle neck t-shirt. Hate every sec of this!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/21/pests-rats-and-parasites-7013112/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/trip-cancel-7003373/"><default:title>Trip cancel</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/trip-cancel-7003373/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-09-20T14:46:21+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;uhh welll... couldnt go picnic leaving the program. damn!!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/trip-cancel-7003373/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>uhh welll... couldnt go picnic leaving the program. damn!!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/trip-cancel-7003373/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/eid-picnic-or-office-6999719/"><default:title>Eid picnic or Office?</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/eid-picnic-or-office-6999719/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-09-20T05:50:22+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Hi!&lt;br&gt;
Its been a long time since my last post. Even i thought i quit blogging.&lt;br&gt;
But... Here i am. Back to timething.&lt;br&gt;
First of all, Eid Mubarak to all!&lt;br&gt;
As for the picnic, my bro called me this morning to ask if i would go to a nearby island for one day to celebrate Eid. Well, it would've been a definite yes if it wasnt for Anbalan - the program we were making on the occasion of eid. Uhh! That reminds me, didnt sleep at all last night. Im tired as hell. But i need a break from office. Then again, im scared the Anbalan program might not go well if i aint here to watch over the editing process, since im the producer. Sigh! Anyways, the assistance producer said okay. So im here in my bros place, waiting for the departure.&lt;br&gt;
Im stil not sure i will be going.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/eid-picnic-or-office-6999719/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Hi!<br>
Its been a long time since my last post. Even i thought i quit blogging.<br>
But... Here i am. Back to timething.<br>
First of all, Eid Mubarak to all!<br>
As for the picnic, my bro called me this morning to ask if i would go to a nearby island for one day to celebrate Eid. Well, it would've been a definite yes if it wasnt for Anbalan - the program we were making on the occasion of eid. Uhh! That reminds me, didnt sleep at all last night. Im tired as hell. But i need a break from office. Then again, im scared the Anbalan program might not go well if i aint here to watch over the editing process, since im the producer. Sigh! Anyways, the assistance producer said okay. So im here in my bros place, waiting for the departure.<br>
Im stil not sure i will be going.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/09/20/eid-picnic-or-office-6999719/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/08/17/blank-6741757/"><default:title>blank</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/08/17/blank-6741757/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-08-17T09:04:20+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p class="center"&gt;dissatisfied, disgusted&lt;br&gt;
distressed, discomforted&lt;br&gt;
discouraged, discredited&lt;br&gt;
discriminated, disturbed&lt;br&gt;
disgraced&lt;br&gt;
died&lt;br&gt;
disappeared&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/08/17/blank-6741757/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p class="center">dissatisfied, disgusted<br>
distressed, discomforted<br>
discouraged, discredited<br>
discriminated, disturbed<br>
disgraced<br>
died<br>
disappeared</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/08/17/blank-6741757/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/07/22/witnessing-one-of-the-greatest-natural-pehonemenon-of-21st-centuary-6566127/"><default:title>Witnessing one of the greatest natural pehonemenon of 21st Centuary</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/07/22/witnessing-one-of-the-greatest-natural-pehonemenon-of-21st-centuary-6566127/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-07-22T13:16:19+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Last night I couldn't sleep well. Partially due to the expectations to see the longest complete solar eclipse of the 21st century and also partially due to the concern about my family (living in my homeland) who were terrified to hear the Earthquake-tsunami bogus regarding this event. I alarmed my clock for two reasons. I wanted to be prepared, or say awake when the earthquake happens plus I wanted to see the historic eclipse. I got up at 5.45 and went to see the sun rise. And Behold! the sight was SPECTACULAR! We only saw a partial eclipse for 30 minutes. However it must be one of the most beautiful things I ever saw in my life. Here is a pic.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/765/3710765_969f7bbc3c_m.jpeg" alt="the solar eclipse in Maldives"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/766/3710766_82655831f3_m.jpeg" alt="the solar eclipse maldives"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/772/3710772_a3fe85d1ce_m.jpeg" alt="the solar eclipse tourists"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/07/22/witnessing-one-of-the-greatest-natural-pehonemenon-of-21st-centuary-6566127/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Last night I couldn't sleep well. Partially due to the expectations to see the longest complete solar eclipse of the 21st century and also partially due to the concern about my family (living in my homeland) who were terrified to hear the Earthquake-tsunami bogus regarding this event. I alarmed my clock for two reasons. I wanted to be prepared, or say awake when the earthquake happens plus I wanted to see the historic eclipse. I got up at 5.45 and went to see the sun rise. And Behold! the sight was SPECTACULAR! We only saw a partial eclipse for 30 minutes. However it must be one of the most beautiful things I ever saw in my life. Here is a pic.<br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/765/3710765_969f7bbc3c_m.jpeg" alt="the solar eclipse in Maldives"><br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/766/3710766_82655831f3_m.jpeg" alt="the solar eclipse maldives"><br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/772/3710772_a3fe85d1ce_m.jpeg" alt="the solar eclipse tourists">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/07/22/witnessing-one-of-the-greatest-natural-pehonemenon-of-21st-centuary-6566127/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/15/i-saw-an-angel-6122100/"><default:title>I saw an Angel</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/15/i-saw-an-angel-6122100/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-05-15T20:09:58+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;After a tiresome night duty, I slept all day. Got up at night. Freshened up I came out of the room and there on the couch was an Angel. Sitting quietly, listening to my landlady reading some book to her. She looked at me, I looked at her. Eye to eye for some seconds that seemed like a moment frozen in time. And then... I was gone. Here at office, I cant forget her face. Deep eyes, naive face and totally expression-less gaze! I gotta find out who she is.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/15/i-saw-an-angel-6122100/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>After a tiresome night duty, I slept all day. Got up at night. Freshened up I came out of the room and there on the couch was an Angel. Sitting quietly, listening to my landlady reading some book to her. She looked at me, I looked at her. Eye to eye for some seconds that seemed like a moment frozen in time. And then... I was gone. Here at office, I cant forget her face. Deep eyes, naive face and totally expression-less gaze! I gotta find out who she is.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/15/i-saw-an-angel-6122100/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/14/harmless-curse-of-a-lifetime-6112650/"><default:title>Harmless curse of a lifetime!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/14/harmless-curse-of-a-lifetime-6112650/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-05-14T08:48:41+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Today I inquired a doctor about the nasty skin colored tiny bumps under my eyes. And he said "It is Not a problem at all. It will only remain under your eyes till your death. And it doesnt get any worse than a cosmetic problem. You can remove it by laser. But they will grow back!"&lt;br&gt;
Nice.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/177/3504177_e5e7f4827c_m.jpeg" alt="syringoma_2512_lg" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/14/harmless-curse-of-a-lifetime-6112650/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Today I inquired a doctor about the nasty skin colored tiny bumps under my eyes. And he said "It is Not a problem at all. It will only remain under your eyes till your death. And it doesnt get any worse than a cosmetic problem. You can remove it by laser. But they will grow back!"<br>
Nice.<br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/177/3504177_e5e7f4827c_m.jpeg" alt="syringoma_2512_lg" vspace="5" hspace="5">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/14/harmless-curse-of-a-lifetime-6112650/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/07/not-proud-6075055/"><default:title>Not proud.</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/07/not-proud-6075055/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-05-07T12:47:58+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Im not proud when I say I have almost completely destroyed my body with unhealthy stuff. Cigarettes, no good food, extremely strong coffees and sometimes days without having a good meal. And now im having a soft pain in my flank. And im imagining the worst. But I do care to drink a lot of water. I just dont want to imagine its a kidney problem. Gotta go to a doctor. The next two days are hell. Cant get any rest until the parliament elections are over. Im slowly loosing it. Im scared.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/07/not-proud-6075055/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Im not proud when I say I have almost completely destroyed my body with unhealthy stuff. Cigarettes, no good food, extremely strong coffees and sometimes days without having a good meal. And now im having a soft pain in my flank. And im imagining the worst. But I do care to drink a lot of water. I just dont want to imagine its a kidney problem. Gotta go to a doctor. The next two days are hell. Cant get any rest until the parliament elections are over. Im slowly loosing it. Im scared.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/07/not-proud-6075055/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/05/the-more-outrageous-you-sound-the-more-convincing-you-are-6061773/"><default:title>The more outrageous you sound the more convincing you are!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/05/the-more-outrageous-you-sound-the-more-convincing-you-are-6061773/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-05-05T10:56:26+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;--- I am crazy. Dont listen to me. You wont probably believe me. but I can make livestock and vegetation grow almost two times faster. I can Make you smarter. I can make the fruits in your refrigerator last 10 days longer! I can turn the salt water into fresh water in a split second.--- just replace I with "it" and Those are the words from the most interesting person I have met so far. His name is Dr.Ian Lyons (German). He had wit him a little bigger than thumb - sized plastic looking pipe which he claims could somehow reform or re-arrange the molecular structures of ALL matters. If salt water is passed through it, the salt water appears and tastes and behaves like fresh water. Plants can grow in salt water passed through that pipe. He showed pictures of a rose garden grown that way. A salt water fish can survive in fresh water if the water passed through that pipe. And plants grow so much faster when given water passing through that pipe. He showed cucumber plants grown right here in Maldives using that technique and the plants i tell you were 4 feet taller than their counter part "control" plants that were given normal water. And when it is fitted in motor vehicles, the fuel efficiency is increased such that it virtually leaves no incomplete combustion. One pipe, all answers. And he even said something like "I smoke 40 cigarettes a day and im perfectly happy about that". May be he passes the cigarettes through the pipe and renders tobacco harmless? or keeps the pipe in his pocket while he smokes? He did show how the pipe alters our body energy to make us more alert and balanced... thus stronger just when you keep it in your pocket.&lt;br&gt;
yeah... outrageous but believable. Crazy! I wanna find out more about this. Google directed me to a page where some dude explains how this guy got his inspirations to find the energy of life and the healing process.&lt;br&gt;
here; &lt;a href="http://myrule3.com/r3/?p=34"&gt;http://myrule3.com/r3/?p=34&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Where does the line between science and miracles merge?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/05/the-more-outrageous-you-sound-the-more-convincing-you-are-6061773/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>--- I am crazy. Dont listen to me. You wont probably believe me. but I can make livestock and vegetation grow almost two times faster. I can Make you smarter. I can make the fruits in your refrigerator last 10 days longer! I can turn the salt water into fresh water in a split second.--- just replace I with "it" and Those are the words from the most interesting person I have met so far. His name is Dr.Ian Lyons (German). He had wit him a little bigger than thumb - sized plastic looking pipe which he claims could somehow reform or re-arrange the molecular structures of ALL matters. If salt water is passed through it, the salt water appears and tastes and behaves like fresh water. Plants can grow in salt water passed through that pipe. He showed pictures of a rose garden grown that way. A salt water fish can survive in fresh water if the water passed through that pipe. And plants grow so much faster when given water passing through that pipe. He showed cucumber plants grown right here in Maldives using that technique and the plants i tell you were 4 feet taller than their counter part "control" plants that were given normal water. And when it is fitted in motor vehicles, the fuel efficiency is increased such that it virtually leaves no incomplete combustion. One pipe, all answers. And he even said something like "I smoke 40 cigarettes a day and im perfectly happy about that". May be he passes the cigarettes through the pipe and renders tobacco harmless? or keeps the pipe in his pocket while he smokes? He did show how the pipe alters our body energy to make us more alert and balanced... thus stronger just when you keep it in your pocket.<br>
yeah... outrageous but believable. Crazy! I wanna find out more about this. Google directed me to a page where some dude explains how this guy got his inspirations to find the energy of life and the healing process.<br>
here; <a href="http://myrule3.com/r3/?p=34">http://myrule3.com/r3/?p=34</a><br>
Where does the line between science and miracles merge?</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/05/the-more-outrageous-you-sound-the-more-convincing-you-are-6061773/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/05/2-years-of-blogging-6060345/"><default:title>2 Years of Blogging!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/05/2-years-of-blogging-6060345/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-05-05T04:55:21+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I just now realized its been 2 years since I started this blog. Never thought I could run it long when I first began. Turns out this is more addictive than I thought.&lt;br&gt;
Still determined to continue...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/05/2-years-of-blogging-6060345/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I just now realized its been 2 years since I started this blog. Never thought I could run it long when I first began. Turns out this is more addictive than I thought.<br>
Still determined to continue...
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/05/2-years-of-blogging-6060345/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/02/pain-in-my-sore-ass-6046017/"><default:title>Pain in my sore ass!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/02/pain-in-my-sore-ass-6046017/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-05-02T15:04:00+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Office is back. No Im back in office. Apparently my 30 day annual leave was over in a split second when my colleagues didn't show up in office and there was no way to do the international news. I hate this. I got a message from my boss saying I shall not misuse the "freedom" granted to me by the office.(which is my legal annual leave). Apparently and ironically all the bosses saw me in a birthday bash of a friend. And they perhaps think I'm so totally free and don't deserve a leave. The logic is, If I can attend parties, I can attend office. Perfect. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/02/pain-in-my-sore-ass-6046017/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Office is back. No Im back in office. Apparently my 30 day annual leave was over in a split second when my colleagues didn't show up in office and there was no way to do the international news. I hate this. I got a message from my boss saying I shall not misuse the "freedom" granted to me by the office.(which is my legal annual leave). Apparently and ironically all the bosses saw me in a birthday bash of a friend. And they perhaps think I'm so totally free and don't deserve a leave. The logic is, If I can attend parties, I can attend office. Perfect. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/05/02/pain-in-my-sore-ass-6046017/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/04/16/travel-life-5955941/"><default:title>Gone!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/04/16/travel-life-5955941/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-04-16T19:14:35+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I am going away for some days. Taking a leave. Not vacation. Mom is sick. I gotta take care of her. I will be back soon if God wills.&lt;br&gt;
Till then... &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/792/3417792_b67dd38f56_m.jpeg" alt="600fd200e03f523902e498c6ae2de530" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/04/16/travel-life-5955941/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I am going away for some days. Taking a leave. Not vacation. Mom is sick. I gotta take care of her. I will be back soon if God wills.<br>
Till then... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"><br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/792/3417792_b67dd38f56_m.jpeg" alt="600fd200e03f523902e498c6ae2de530" vspace="5" hspace="5"></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/04/16/travel-life-5955941/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/04/05/rain-5893414/"><default:title>Rain</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/04/05/rain-5893414/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-04-05T12:53:43+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Rain... Rain is the angel. It drones ghostly songs. Of loneliness and sorrow. Like the regrets of lifetime. Let out at once. It is the dance of the trapped soul within. Free and light. It is life. It brings the message. That life will be alright. That heavens and earth was one. Once upon a time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/265/3382265_c45a704277_m.jpeg" alt="Rainy Day" hspace="5" vspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/04/05/rain-5893414/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Rain... Rain is the angel. It drones ghostly songs. Of loneliness and sorrow. Like the regrets of lifetime. Let out at once. It is the dance of the trapped soul within. Free and light. It is life. It brings the message. That life will be alright. That heavens and earth was one. Once upon a time.<br><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/265/3382265_c45a704277_m.jpeg" alt="Rainy Day" hspace="5" vspace="5"></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/04/05/rain-5893414/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/29/write-what-5854239/"><default:title>WRITE WHAT?</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/29/write-what-5854239/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-03-29T17:47:21+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;DAMN I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE I HAVE LOGGED IN MANY TIMES AND I END UP WITH NOTHING HOPE I WILL FIND SOMETHING IN SOME TIME ANYWAYS THE DAYS SUCK BAD HORRIBLE DAYS AND AWFUL MORNINGS MAKES THE WHOLE DAY TERRIBLE BYE!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/29/write-what-5854239/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>DAMN I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE I HAVE LOGGED IN MANY TIMES AND I END UP WITH NOTHING HOPE I WILL FIND SOMETHING IN SOME TIME ANYWAYS THE DAYS SUCK BAD HORRIBLE DAYS AND AWFUL MORNINGS MAKES THE WHOLE DAY TERRIBLE BYE!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/29/write-what-5854239/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/23/some-victoria-baby-in-love-5816348/"><default:title>Some Victoria Baby in Love!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/23/some-victoria-baby-in-love-5816348/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-03-23T20:48:09+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;hey people! look at this! I thought this blog platform is quite free from intruders and internet pests! but no! Some baby just fell head over heels for me after reading my magical words in this blog! heres a message she sent me.&lt;br&gt;
""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""&lt;br&gt;
Hello!&lt;br&gt;
how are you hope fine,I found you here at( &lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk"&gt;www.blog.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;) and picked interest in you.&lt;br&gt;
My name is Victoria I wish to be in love relationship with you&lt;br&gt;
and may be discover ourselves as real partners for life&lt;br&gt;
(victoriautazi30@yahoo.com) is my address&lt;br&gt;
If you feel interested write me through the contact.&lt;br&gt;
I will be happy to see a good responds from you&lt;br&gt;
Thanks and remain blessed.&lt;br&gt;
Yours in love,Victoria write&lt;br&gt;
me back in my yahoo email box so that&lt;br&gt;
i will send you my picture please write&lt;br&gt;
backin my boxi love you i need you in my life&lt;br&gt;
see you in my yahoo email box my love thanks bye&lt;br&gt;
"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""&lt;br&gt;
I love you too baby! see you in my trashcan!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/23/some-victoria-baby-in-love-5816348/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>hey people! look at this! I thought this blog platform is quite free from intruders and internet pests! but no! Some baby just fell head over heels for me after reading my magical words in this blog! heres a message she sent me.<br>
""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""<br>
Hello!<br>
how are you hope fine,I found you here at( <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk">www.blog.co.uk</a>) and picked interest in you.<br>
My name is Victoria I wish to be in love relationship with you<br>
and may be discover ourselves as real partners for life<br>
(victoriautazi30@yahoo.com) is my address<br>
If you feel interested write me through the contact.<br>
I will be happy to see a good responds from you<br>
Thanks and remain blessed.<br>
Yours in love,Victoria write<br>
me back in my yahoo email box so that<br>
i will send you my picture please write<br>
backin my boxi love you i need you in my life<br>
see you in my yahoo email box my love thanks bye<br>
"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""<br>
I love you too baby! see you in my trashcan!
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/23/some-victoria-baby-in-love-5816348/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/23/the-day-i-broke-the-nerve-personal-documentation-purposes-only-5816186/"><default:title>the day I broke the nerve (personal documentation purposes only)</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/23/the-day-i-broke-the-nerve-personal-documentation-purposes-only-5816186/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-03-23T20:22:51+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Good Lord! I never actually believed people could be having an anger for more than one or two hours at maximum. Cos as far as my bio knowledge is concerned anger is the result of some hormone and hormones get discharged quickly. Damn! I must have been really high on that today, cos I was (still am kinda) angry continuously for more than 12 hours!&lt;br&gt;
Got up in the morning (kinda noon at 12) to see a "good morning" text message from my direct boss mentioning the other boss who is above him and the top boss who is above it all wants me to "finish by the evening" a certain report I was working on for two days. (I was going to get my expert interviews today). I got SO MAD at once I still don't know why since bosses itching your ass is a norm here. (and everywhere i bet). I bathed, had a coffee and on my way the secretary called and said I am to attend some crappy press conference. I said No. Cos I knew I had so many deadlines to meet and so many work to finish today itself. When I entered office the secretary started bugging me saying the "event" was assigned for me that I have to send another journalist if I cant attend. Wheres the editorial? (Gawsh! I knew I will go into so much detail if I started on this)&lt;br&gt;
Okay! So I got it all set. By the time my mind was already on a storm. And when I started to contact the "experts" regarding my report, he switched off his cell. Good thing I did my homework, I knew an environmentalist from UK who was involved in this issue i was making the report on. I got his number from the net and called him, got a phone interview.&lt;br&gt;
I felt like a achiever until the "top of it all" saw me downstairs having a cigarette and asked me if I got the audience clapping video footage! "Im sorry the clapping of what? who where?"&lt;br&gt;
God DAMN! Some BIG GUY got time to google some shit and saw some video regarding the report im making. Now im to find that specific scene out of lord Almighty knows how many websites existing on the WORLD WIDE WEB! I ran! got three point something hours to get the video hating every inch of Adobe for not letting users save Flash videos, to get that specific "clapping scene!" God! I felt like clapping somewhere in between a nasty spot! And when I finally handed over everything to the slug video editor newbie freak, he took more than one whole hour to edit a 4 minute report! the news was already on-air! I ran to the producer and begged him to include it somewhere on the bulletin and goooood lord, a person need to spend one day with him to understand how much he nags and bitches on silly shit! He said something like "Its already going to the international news... how am i supposed to !@#@ $!! baa baa baa!" I didn't listen. It got aired before the weather segment. I dont care.&lt;br&gt;
Ok now I got more things to do than before. I cant sleep tonight. Cos if I sleep I cant meet the tomorrow deadline. Or I cant prepare for the morning talk show news segment. Fuck it all! Journalism consumes your balls!&lt;br&gt;
All this time I been fuming in anger. (not just frustrations). just PURREE ANGERRRRR!!! Is killing legal in any circumstances?! I feel thirsty!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/837/3346837_9ca28adc73_m.jpeg" alt="995290158_9229681083" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/23/the-day-i-broke-the-nerve-personal-documentation-purposes-only-5816186/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Good Lord! I never actually believed people could be having an anger for more than one or two hours at maximum. Cos as far as my bio knowledge is concerned anger is the result of some hormone and hormones get discharged quickly. Damn! I must have been really high on that today, cos I was (still am kinda) angry continuously for more than 12 hours!<br>
Got up in the morning (kinda noon at 12) to see a "good morning" text message from my direct boss mentioning the other boss who is above him and the top boss who is above it all wants me to "finish by the evening" a certain report I was working on for two days. (I was going to get my expert interviews today). I got SO MAD at once I still don't know why since bosses itching your ass is a norm here. (and everywhere i bet). I bathed, had a coffee and on my way the secretary called and said I am to attend some crappy press conference. I said No. Cos I knew I had so many deadlines to meet and so many work to finish today itself. When I entered office the secretary started bugging me saying the "event" was assigned for me that I have to send another journalist if I cant attend. Wheres the editorial? (Gawsh! I knew I will go into so much detail if I started on this)<br>
Okay! So I got it all set. By the time my mind was already on a storm. And when I started to contact the "experts" regarding my report, he switched off his cell. Good thing I did my homework, I knew an environmentalist from UK who was involved in this issue i was making the report on. I got his number from the net and called him, got a phone interview.<br>
I felt like a achiever until the "top of it all" saw me downstairs having a cigarette and asked me if I got the audience clapping video footage! "Im sorry the clapping of what? who where?"<br>
God DAMN! Some BIG GUY got time to google some shit and saw some video regarding the report im making. Now im to find that specific scene out of lord Almighty knows how many websites existing on the WORLD WIDE WEB! I ran! got three point something hours to get the video hating every inch of Adobe for not letting users save Flash videos, to get that specific "clapping scene!" God! I felt like clapping somewhere in between a nasty spot! And when I finally handed over everything to the slug video editor newbie freak, he took more than one whole hour to edit a 4 minute report! the news was already on-air! I ran to the producer and begged him to include it somewhere on the bulletin and goooood lord, a person need to spend one day with him to understand how much he nags and bitches on silly shit! He said something like "Its already going to the international news... how am i supposed to !@#@ $!! baa baa baa!" I didn't listen. It got aired before the weather segment. I dont care.<br>
Ok now I got more things to do than before. I cant sleep tonight. Cos if I sleep I cant meet the tomorrow deadline. Or I cant prepare for the morning talk show news segment. Fuck it all! Journalism consumes your balls!<br>
All this time I been fuming in anger. (not just frustrations). just PURREE ANGERRRRR!!! Is killing legal in any circumstances?! I feel thirsty!<br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/837/3346837_9ca28adc73_m.jpeg" alt="995290158_9229681083" vspace="5" hspace="5"></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/23/the-day-i-broke-the-nerve-personal-documentation-purposes-only-5816186/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/14/saahiba-huh-5756040/"><default:title>SAAHIBA? huh?</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/14/saahiba-huh-5756040/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-03-14T18:55:53+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/456/3318456_491a4a4e60_m.jpeg" alt="for blog" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/14/saahiba-huh-5756040/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/456/3318456_491a4a4e60_m.jpeg" alt="for blog" vspace="5" hspace="5">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/03/14/saahiba-huh-5756040/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/26/the-day-a-hero-was-born-5651583/"><default:title>The day a Hero was born!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/26/the-day-a-hero-was-born-5651583/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-02-26T06:09:18+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;1st of the Arabic month "Rabeeul Awwal" (Beginning of Spring) was the day, a spring began in Maldives. Freedom from the ruthless Portuguese who enslaved the people of Maldives for 15 years and 6 months.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Portuguese enslaved Maldives, after martyring Sultan Ali, on the 19th of May 1558. Maldivian history proves the Portuguese treated the Maldivians inhumane. In fact they tried to enforce Christianity to the nation while everyone had willingly chosen Islam. They announced to kill anyone who doesn't embrace Christianity by the sunrise of the 1st of Rabeeul Awwal. Of course they did not have an idea Allah Almighty, the best planner of all, had another plan to save the the nation and glorify Islam.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was the day a Hero was born! Sultan Mohammad Thakurufan Al A'zam, along with the two loyal brothers, came to the capital city in the darkness of night and attacked the Portuguese intruders and killed their leaders. Mohammad Thakurufaan himself killed the leader of the Portuguese force nicknamed "Andhiri Andhirin", meaning "Dark Darkness". It was the dawn of 1st of Rabeeul Awwal, 2nd of July 1573. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;One Plan, One Bullet, One Hero on One Blissful day brought us the Independence we rejoice till today! Till then, we celebrate the day as our National day. May Allah Almighty protect this nation from our enemies and glorify Islam for ever and ever! Amen!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/037/3268037_d9ca23074b_m.jpeg" alt="2315542247_d8c31a1531" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/038/3268038_c4f29350e8_m.jpeg" alt="utheemuGanduvaru" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/26/the-day-a-hero-was-born-5651583/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>1st of the Arabic month "Rabeeul Awwal" (Beginning of Spring) was the day, a spring began in Maldives. Freedom from the ruthless Portuguese who enslaved the people of Maldives for 15 years and 6 months.</p>
	<p>Portuguese enslaved Maldives, after martyring Sultan Ali, on the 19th of May 1558. Maldivian history proves the Portuguese treated the Maldivians inhumane. In fact they tried to enforce Christianity to the nation while everyone had willingly chosen Islam. They announced to kill anyone who doesn't embrace Christianity by the sunrise of the 1st of Rabeeul Awwal. Of course they did not have an idea Allah Almighty, the best planner of all, had another plan to save the the nation and glorify Islam.</p>
	<p>It was the day a Hero was born! Sultan Mohammad Thakurufan Al A'zam, along with the two loyal brothers, came to the capital city in the darkness of night and attacked the Portuguese intruders and killed their leaders. Mohammad Thakurufaan himself killed the leader of the Portuguese force nicknamed "Andhiri Andhirin", meaning "Dark Darkness". It was the dawn of 1st of Rabeeul Awwal, 2nd of July 1573. </p>
	<p>One Plan, One Bullet, One Hero on One Blissful day brought us the Independence we rejoice till today! Till then, we celebrate the day as our National day. May Allah Almighty protect this nation from our enemies and glorify Islam for ever and ever! Amen!<br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/037/3268037_d9ca23074b_m.jpeg" alt="2315542247_d8c31a1531" vspace="5" hspace="5"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/038/3268038_c4f29350e8_m.jpeg" alt="utheemuGanduvaru" vspace="5" hspace="5">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/26/the-day-a-hero-was-born-5651583/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/24/new-york-i-love-you-5640578/"><default:title>New York, I love you!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/24/new-york-i-love-you-5640578/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-02-24T12:46:53+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;wow! Its' been long since i been waiting for a sensual love story movie. Ordinary people; extra ordinary love stories is a concept that I believe will always have an audience. Many directors fail at presenting multi-cast multi-story movies. But this movies' got something special. I cant tell but something tells me this is gonna be that sensible, normal yet extraordinary tale of ordinary people. New York, I cant wait!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/662/3262662_1db32d37ea_m.jpeg" alt="MV5BMTIzMDkyMDk3MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjg4NTI3MQ@@._V1._SX545_SY399_" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/24/new-york-i-love-you-5640578/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>wow! Its' been long since i been waiting for a sensual love story movie. Ordinary people; extra ordinary love stories is a concept that I believe will always have an audience. Many directors fail at presenting multi-cast multi-story movies. But this movies' got something special. I cant tell but something tells me this is gonna be that sensible, normal yet extraordinary tale of ordinary people. New York, I cant wait!<br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/662/3262662_1db32d37ea_m.jpeg" alt="MV5BMTIzMDkyMDk3MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjg4NTI3MQ@@._V1._SX545_SY399_" vspace="5" hspace="5">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/24/new-york-i-love-you-5640578/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/22/mended-5624802/"><default:title>MENDED</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/22/mended-5624802/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-02-22T08:49:25+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Its been months since I did a live presentation on TV. Ever since I screwed a live show with my co-host Zihu, I been keeping myself away from live screen. And every passing day, I have to say was growing my guilt and frustrations about how careless and unprofessional I was to yell at myself "what the hell was that!?!", on-air, at the end of the show!&lt;br&gt;
Today, when the morning news anchor didnt show up, the producer decided to put me on-air with of course a request by myself to do the news. I been avoiding going on-air live and didnt have any plans to do it untill this morning when it suddenly hit me may be I gotta prove myself again! So I DID.&lt;br&gt;
At the end of the show I got an inexplicable feeling of satisfaction. NOT because I did a live news on TV but because I felt like I mended the damage I did about six months ago!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/22/mended-5624802/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Its been months since I did a live presentation on TV. Ever since I screwed a live show with my co-host Zihu, I been keeping myself away from live screen. And every passing day, I have to say was growing my guilt and frustrations about how careless and unprofessional I was to yell at myself "what the hell was that!?!", on-air, at the end of the show!<br>
Today, when the morning news anchor didnt show up, the producer decided to put me on-air with of course a request by myself to do the news. I been avoiding going on-air live and didnt have any plans to do it untill this morning when it suddenly hit me may be I gotta prove myself again! So I DID.<br>
At the end of the show I got an inexplicable feeling of satisfaction. NOT because I did a live news on TV but because I felt like I mended the damage I did about six months ago!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/22/mended-5624802/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/20/dont-ask-me-to-write-5615523/"><default:title>Dont ask me to write</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/20/dont-ask-me-to-write-5615523/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-02-20T14:56:43+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Don’t ask me to write poetry,&lt;br&gt;
For I can’t bicker with myself&lt;br&gt;
To bring out the philosophy&lt;br&gt;
Of love and life&lt;br&gt;
For I never have loved&lt;br&gt;
And never did I choose to live.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/998/3250998_7fd4fe8aba_m.jpeg" alt="writer" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/20/dont-ask-me-to-write-5615523/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Don’t ask me to write poetry,<br>
For I can’t bicker with myself<br>
To bring out the philosophy<br>
Of love and life<br>
For I never have loved<br>
And never did I choose to live.<br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/998/3250998_7fd4fe8aba_m.jpeg" alt="writer" vspace="5" hspace="5"> </p>
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/14/on-the-day-of-lovers-5572410/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/814/3232814_2336707ed7_m.jpeg" alt="poem3" vspace="5" hspace="5">
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/14/happy-valentines-day-5571744/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://" title="Valentines-card"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/515/3232515_05f7c78a12_m.jpeg" alt="Valentines-card" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a>
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<p> <small> <a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/14/happy-valentines-day-5571744/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/09/because-im-a-dog-5533888/"><default:title>Because Im a dog!</default:title><default:link>http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/09/because-im-a-dog-5533888/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-02-09T05:46:23+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;You're my Master.&lt;br&gt;
I'm your servant.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We fight.&lt;br&gt;
I apologize.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I bite.&lt;br&gt;
I'm your shield.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I risk my life.&lt;br&gt;
Just to save yours.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You feed me.&lt;br&gt;
Food is all I'm worth.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You're right.&lt;br&gt;
Because you're a human.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The best I could be is loyal.&lt;br&gt;
Because I am a dog.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/989/3216989_ba073a14bf_m.jpeg" alt="sad_puppy-med" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://timething.blog.co.uk/2009/02/09/because-im-a-dog-5533888/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>You're my Master.<br>
I'm your servant.</p>
	<p>We fight.<br>
I apologize.</p>
	<p>I bite.<br>
I'm your shield.</p>
	<p>I risk my life.<br>
Just to save yours.</p>
	<p>You feed me.<br>
Food is all I'm worth.</p>
	<p>You're right.<br>
Because you're a human.</p>
	<p>The best I could be is loyal.<br>
Because I am a dog.<br>
<img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/989/3216989_ba073a14bf_m.jpeg" alt="sad_puppy-med" vspace="5" hspace="5">
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