<?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-4205503795236495913</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:48:49.567-07:00</updated><category term='Crisis'/><category term='Life adventures'/><title type='text'>A walk in my life...</title><subtitle type='html'>By SaiLa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-5019238441154133991</id><published>2009-12-21T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:26:18.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant to be...</title><content type='html'>He said you are not meant to be hurt..You are meant to be loved. Entire Life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-5019238441154133991?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5019238441154133991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=5019238441154133991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/5019238441154133991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/5019238441154133991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/meant-to-be.html' title='Meant to be...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-1508090478167555503</id><published>2009-12-19T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:50:28.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; me</title><content type='html'>Why worry dear when we have each other? We are one...You &amp; me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-1508090478167555503?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1508090478167555503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=1508090478167555503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1508090478167555503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1508090478167555503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-me.html' title='You &amp; me'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-7816518717243282173</id><published>2009-12-16T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:30:08.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better..</title><content type='html'>When this started I was worried. A little concern that this might not work out. I was scared to be broken hearted again...Painful. Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized that all my life I was so scared losing that special someone till I hold back, did not give the attention he deserves. This time, I'm going to give all and expect nothing. Let my heart breaks if it was written. Who knows this time it will be different? It will be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have loved him and hopefully it grows in his heart as well. Hope for the better.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-7816518717243282173?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7816518717243282173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=7816518717243282173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7816518717243282173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7816518717243282173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/better.html' title='Better..'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-3740452542118802784</id><published>2009-11-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:19:29.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 4 3...</title><content type='html'>He said 1 4 3 and I said 1 4 3 2... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-3740452542118802784?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3740452542118802784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=3740452542118802784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3740452542118802784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3740452542118802784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-4-3.html' title='1 4 3...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-1946083606296331176</id><published>2009-11-12T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:21:08.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SvxD-ueyrnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S-0glNYfp5o/s1600-h/ray+lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SvxD-ueyrnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S-0glNYfp5o/s320/ray+lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403268397845884530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to give up on life, God shines the light to me. Making it so possible again...Making the struggle worth..Everything seems to fall into place now. There is a good reason those who didnt make into my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling blessed to be here...now and this very moment....Thank you God for everything =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-1946083606296331176?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1946083606296331176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=1946083606296331176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1946083606296331176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1946083606296331176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessed.html' title='Blessed...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SvxD-ueyrnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S-0glNYfp5o/s72-c/ray+lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-4238340981687361711</id><published>2009-09-30T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:30:40.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of a broken heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SsN5l_d6EBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CAmNjS0B12Y/s1600-h/broken-heart-resized-and-jpeg-format1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SsN5l_d6EBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CAmNjS0B12Y/s320/broken-heart-resized-and-jpeg-format1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387283272864239634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince...&lt;br /&gt;you came into my life,&lt;br /&gt;everything seem to be so fine,&lt;br /&gt;like a song with perfect rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince...&lt;br /&gt;you looked at me,&lt;br /&gt;my sight seems to see wonderful things,&lt;br /&gt;like rain of flowers and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince...&lt;br /&gt;you said you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;my world seems to turn around,&lt;br /&gt;and my heart began to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;Eversince...&lt;br /&gt;you walked away from my life,&lt;br /&gt;my world have stopped,&lt;br /&gt;my everything is gone,&lt;br /&gt;my sight is blind,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is hurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-4238340981687361711?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4238340981687361711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=4238340981687361711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/4238340981687361711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/4238340981687361711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession-of-broken-heart.html' title='Confession of a broken heart...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SsN5l_d6EBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CAmNjS0B12Y/s72-c/broken-heart-resized-and-jpeg-format1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-8966565448604752875</id><published>2009-08-03T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:27:28.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Women Eats Rice!</title><content type='html'>I'm a little bothered with the perceptions people especially those around me that women will be looked up if they are pretty in make up, dressed up completely and eat less! That will be a perfect defination of a women... (-.-") Sweat~ Grow up people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in my opinion real women eats rice! Women nowdays are more educated, more hardworking and more sucessful! So why that image is so important? I work equally hard as my male collogues and yet when I eat lunch, people will roll their eyes and see my portion. Honestly it's just a normal portion of rice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often hear people at the cafeteria that they are on a diet. Food really fear them and what more muffins and soda! All needs moderation and balance. Eat well and exercise is a simple mantra for a healthy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We women dont have to butter up anyone. We need to start looking after ourselves. What's the point starving and in the end married to one man who might not guarantee us total happiness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a piece of advice sweetheart, Real women eats rice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-8966565448604752875?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8966565448604752875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=8966565448604752875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8966565448604752875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8966565448604752875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-women-eats-rice.html' title='Real Women Eats Rice!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-8764904044943682319</id><published>2009-06-15T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:18:18.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite season!!</title><content type='html'>It's the time again!!! I honestly look very forward this time of the year. It's so great to see so many stalls at the road side selling all my favourite seasonal fruits!! Rambutan, duku, manggo, mangosteen and ultimate king of fruits, the durian!! Oh boy!! it's calling me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became crazy just looking at the stalls. Who cares how much I eat...hehe! It's all fruits rite? By the way eating durian will make u gain weight and heaty to the body!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?! I been waiting one year for this!!...YUmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-8764904044943682319?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8764904044943682319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=8764904044943682319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8764904044943682319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8764904044943682319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-favourite-season.html' title='My favourite season!!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-8204772770178336631</id><published>2009-06-14T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:15:27.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unproductive day...</title><content type='html'>Time is gold but no for me today! I dislike wasting my time but looks like today it is unavoidable! I was lazying around the whole day. I feel guitly just not doing anything but it feels good inside though. This is what i did the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30am-10am: woke up, shower &lt;br /&gt;10-10.30 am: Breakfast ( toast and milk)&lt;br /&gt;10.30am-1.30pm: Hang out at midvalley ( bought earings only!)&lt;br /&gt;1.30-2.30pm: Came home and have lunch with uncle and auntie. ( Vegeterian + rice)&lt;br /&gt;2.30-6pm: Watched indian movie + playing monopoly with cousin&lt;br /&gt;6.00-6.05pm: Deciding to exercise or not!&lt;br /&gt;6.05-7pm: Played badminton with cousin&lt;br /&gt;7.00-7.30pm: Hot long shower&lt;br /&gt;7.30-7.45pm : Pray&lt;br /&gt;7.45-8.30pm: Dinner&lt;br /&gt;8.30-9pm: Evening news&lt;br /&gt;9pm-9.30pm: Ironing clothes + Packing bags for work tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;9.30-10pm. Playing with cousin and tucking her to bed.&lt;br /&gt;10-12pm: Online (house hunting)&lt;br /&gt;12pm: Hit the sack and getting ready to be productive at work tomorrow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-8204772770178336631?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8204772770178336631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=8204772770178336631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8204772770178336631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8204772770178336631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/unproductive-day.html' title='Unproductive day...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-1493086841992941945</id><published>2009-06-13T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T06:45:25.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooja Chopra</title><content type='html'>Story from The Times of India... an inspiring story for every woman....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neera Chopra lived through abuse, poverty and some tough choices to make her once-unwanted girl child, Pooja Chopra, the Pantaloons Femina Miss Pooja Chopra with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to begin... They were terrible times.. My husband was well-placed, but the marriage had begun to sink almost as soon as it began. Like most women do, I tried to work against all the odds .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws insisted everything would be all right if I had a son. My first child was a daughter, and that didn’t do me any good... But I couldn’t walk out. I had lost my father, my brother was in a not-so-senior position in Bata. I didn’t want to be a burden on my family and continued to live in my marital home in Kolkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked after my mother-inlaw, who was suffering from cancer, and while bathing her, I would tell myself she would bless me and put things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how I tolerated it all. The least a man can do, if he must philander, is to not flaunt his women in his wife’s face. Then began the manhandling. I still wanted my marriage to survive. I was a pure vegetarian and learnt to cook non-vegetarian delicacies thinking it would please him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was pregnant again. When Pooja was eight months in my womb, my husband brought a girl to the house and announced he would marry her. I thought of killing myself. I hung on the slight hope that if the baby was a boy, my marriage could be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pooja was born a girl, for three days, nobody came to the hospital. There was a squadron leader’s wife on the opposite bed, who was kind enough to give me baby clothes for Pooja to wear. When she was 20 days old, I had to make a choice. I left the house with my girls ‘ Pooja and Shubra, who was seven then. I haven’t seen my husband since. I promised myself, even if we had just one roti, we would share it, but together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began life in Mumbai with the support of my mother, brother, who was by then married. It wasn’t the ideal situation, especially when he had children ‘ space, money, everything was short. I began work at the Taj Colaba and got my own place. How did I manage’ Truth be told, I would put a chatai on the floor, leave two glasses of milk and some food, and bolt the door from outside before going to work. I would leave the key with the neighbours and tell the kids to shout out to them when it was time to leave for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their tiny hands would do homework on their own, feed themselves on days that I worked late. My elder daughter Shubhra would make Pooja do her corrections... This is how they grew up. At a birthday party, Pooja would not eat her piece of cake, but pack it and bring it home to share with her sister. When Shubhra started working, she would skip lunch and pack a chicken sandwich that she would slip in her sister’s lunchbox the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pray, ‘God, punish me for my karma, but not my innocent little kids. Please let me provide them the basics.’ I used to struggle for shoes, socks, uniforms. I was living in Bangur Nagar, Goregaon. Pooja would walk four bus stops down to the St Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Academy. Then, too little to cross the road, she would ask a passerby to help her. I had to save the bus money to be able to put some milk in their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life began to change when I got a job for Rs 6,000 at the then Goa Penta. Mr Chhabra, the owner, and his wife, were kind enough to provide a loan for me. I sent my daughters to my sister’s house in Pune, with my mother as support. I spent four years working in Goa while I saved to buy a small one-bedroom house in Pune (where the family still lives). I would work 16-18 hours a day, not even taking weekly offs to accumulate leave and visit my daughters three or four times a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I bought my house and found a job in Pune, life began to settle. I worked in Hotel Blue Diamond for a year and then finally joined Mainland China ‘ which changed my life. The consideration of the team and management brought me the stability to bring them up, despite late hours and the travelling a hotelier must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shubhra got a job in Hotel Blue Diamond, being the youngest employee there while still in college, and managed to finish her Masters in commerce and her BBM. Today, she is married to a sweet Catholic boy who is in the Merchant Navy and has a sweet daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to finish my day job and come home and take tuitions, as I have done for all these years. I also do all my household chores myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, Shubhra has been my anchor and Pooja, the rock. Pooja’s tiny hands have wiped away my tears when I broke down. She has stood up for me, when I couldn’t speak for myself. Academically brilliant, she participated in all extra-curricular activities. When she needed high heels to model in, she did odd shows and bought them for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw Pooja give her speech on TV, I knew it came from her heart. I could see the twinkle in her eye. And I thought to myself as she won ‘My God, this is my little girl.’ God was trying to tell me something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I’ve no regrets. I believe every cloud has a silver lining. As a mother, I’ve done nothing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I won due to my mother’s karma’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantaloons Femina Miss India Pooja Chopra’s mother promised ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. Pooja speaks on fulfilling that promise...    When I was 20 days old, my mother was asked to make a choice. It was either me ‘ a girl child, or her husband. She chose me. As she walked out she turned around and told her husband, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. That day has come. Her husband went on to marry a woman who gave him two sons. Today, as I stand here a Miss India, I don’t even know if my father knows that it is me, his daughter, who has set out to conquer the world, a crown on my head. Our lives have not been easy, least so for my mother. Financially, emotionally, she struggled to stay afloat, to keep her job and yet allow us to be the best that we could be. I was given only one condition when I started modelling ‘ my grades wouldn’t drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls in the pageant worked hard, but my edge was my mother’s sacrifice, her karma. Today, when people call to congratulate me, it’s not me they pay tribute to, but to her life and her struggle. She’s the true Woman of Substance. She is my light, my mentor, my driving force. My win was merely God’s way of compensating her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-1493086841992941945?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1493086841992941945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=1493086841992941945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1493086841992941945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1493086841992941945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiring-story-for-every-womenpooja.html' title='Pooja Chopra'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-1883298264231602039</id><published>2009-06-11T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:26:31.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's right violated!</title><content type='html'>I read in the papers saying that a college in Lucknow, India, is banning girls wearing jeans to college to prevent sexual harrasment?! Dude, what stupid action is that? Wearing pants are turning guy nowdays?..The world must be crazy...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too much! On behalf of all the women in this world, I'm taking this offend personally. Why must be the women to be blamed all the time? This is totally sick! No matter what we do, this will never change! Even if women dressed closed from end to toes, harrasment will still happen. As Murphy law says what can happen will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not punish the man instead? I totally agree that our laws are not siding women. Man should be educated to respect woman and harsher punishment will also make them think thousands of time before doing such stupid things. Education and moral values is a vital solution to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man should respect every woman as how he respects his mother. Life will be a better place..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-1883298264231602039?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1883298264231602039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=1883298264231602039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1883298264231602039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1883298264231602039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/womens-right-violated.html' title='Women&apos;s right violated!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-4199658786111746077</id><published>2009-06-10T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:23:32.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day..</title><content type='html'>Not a good day today...Everything seems not right today since morning! I forgotten to bring my purse to work. PC was so slow. Got tonnes of scolding from managers. Systems keep shutting down. Collogue was grumpy. Headache. House that I really wanted was sold out! Job application as a teacher was turn down. What more can happen...sigh~ bad day...bad bad day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-4199658786111746077?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4199658786111746077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=4199658786111746077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/4199658786111746077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/4199658786111746077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-day.html' title='Bad day..'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-4442361035988653249</id><published>2009-06-08T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:05:01.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House hunting...</title><content type='html'>I'm lucky that my uncle and his family accepted me openly to stay with them in KL for 8months. Blessed with a comfortable place and room, I'm happy here! I am treated nothing different like a daughter. My uncle and aunty were constantly advising and guiding me non stop. I thank them so so much and may god always bless them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was like a lost duck when I step into the city. Now, I'm can find my way. And since my uncle and his family are moving abroad in September..It's the perfect time for me to be independent and stand on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am undecided which location/area or whether to share rooms or an apartment to myself. Lots of decision and planning for this month. Any ideas or tips...Pls tell me ya.. Help this lost duck sikit..hehe...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-4442361035988653249?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4442361035988653249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=4442361035988653249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/4442361035988653249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/4442361035988653249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-hunting.html' title='House hunting...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-1823766936048712616</id><published>2009-06-06T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:14:32.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm yours...</title><content type='html'>Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving it my best test&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;It's such perfect melody&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;My breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'ma saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do&lt;br /&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;A lá one big family (2nd time: A lá happy family; 3rd time: A lá peaceful melody)&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No please, don't complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No please, don't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;No more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;The sky is yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This song is in my head for days..Stupid cupid stop picking on me! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-1823766936048712616?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1823766936048712616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=1823766936048712616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1823766936048712616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1823766936048712616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m yours...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-7764533519254597690</id><published>2009-06-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:33:31.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool party friday night!</title><content type='html'>Last friday was a blast! My dear boss along with other department managers organized a party for us! Maybe they finally saw how hardworking we were and decided to gave us some boost and fun.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was plenty of food till we had to force people to take left overs home. Plus there was some showing off skills in cooking among the members. Nostro took the compliments for the best mash potatoes! Hehe..we cheated a little bit but I salute Syed's secret recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highlight of the event was when Naman was thrown into the pool !Looks like sweet revenge has been paid at last! He's a good manager just at times he scolds me a little too much. Now I'm feeling better and even..I can work better too...hehe...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that caught my attention was our dear managers are great dancers! Ravi and Amol was non stop at the dance floor. Singing and dancing with all their heart! Most of the managers are from India, but sadly we Malaysians shy when comes to dancing. Even I was pushed to dance, but I rejected. I'm conservative and really dont know to dance la.. I was afraid the floor might crack or other unwanted disasters might happen.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had so much fun! The ice breaker helps us to get along with one another since we are from different departments! Now, I have plenty of friends =).&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward more events like this in the future..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-7764533519254597690?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7764533519254597690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=7764533519254597690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7764533519254597690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7764533519254597690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/pool-party-friday-night.html' title='Pool party friday night!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-821839347761995587</id><published>2009-06-03T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:28:38.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma...</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy my work very much! I am so fortunate to learn so much in such early stage of my career. With good collogues and manager to guide me, I am really counting my blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I'm starting to feel bored at work. Not the work but the enviroment actually. Sadly my department is away from it's home country. And I am working with I have to admit the world most dedicated and hard working people! People that I'm working with are thousand of miles away. I dont see them nor associate with them.I cant even imagine how they look like also. Boardless communication is helpful but no human touch is painful after some time. Another thing, my department only consists of 2 person, which is me and my collogue! Manager often comes and go as he's handling other departments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly talk more than 50words a day. Even though by nature, I'm a quiet person. But this is torturing ya...I starting to feel lonely. Plus away from home makes me feel more isolated. Oh I just dont know what to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-821839347761995587?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/821839347761995587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=821839347761995587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/821839347761995587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/821839347761995587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-3398378291044977733</id><published>2009-06-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:50:58.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My deep dark secret...</title><content type='html'>I guess I could hide this anymore. I can keep quiet and avoiding this all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so guilty about this. I have to confess..I have a deep dark secret! I'm officially married! Married to a disaster! Gosh..help...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is how married life is! No freedom. No life. No happiness..I miss how things use to be. This life is holding me so much till I feel like I cant breathe! Waiting every second for that glimpse of freedom air! I wish I didnt rush things to get married so soon. It came suddenly and promised a better future. I just said yes without thinking further... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la..Okay la..Sorry for the drama. I am not married to someone but more to something. I am officially married to my work. I work almost 12-14hrs a day 5 times in a week. I'll be nuts if I go on like this in long term. Darn..I need to get some life! Perhaps entertainment and start dating is a good start.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me divorce work.. This is definately a good course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-3398378291044977733?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3398378291044977733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=3398378291044977733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3398378291044977733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3398378291044977733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-deep-dark-secret.html' title='My deep dark secret...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-1820024573941198953</id><published>2009-05-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:45:41.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your God, my God and never our God...</title><content type='html'>Malaysia is a wonderful place with many ethics living in the same place. But sad to say racial issue is still something that is sensitive among us. I dont know what happen till we became like this. I used to hear stories from my parents and grandma on on wonderful people were last time. They used to do buka puasa together, help to babysit 10 of their neighbours children, send some 'lauk' to their neighbours who are from different races. Despite the hardship, they became human. Believe in simple human values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now when I pass some food to my collogues, they will just say no. Even I bought the lovely cake from some famous shop. Even my past relationship with a guy who are different race to me fail, caused of cultural clashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so important to stand out one's religion? Every religions preeches the same thing, same values but just in a different way. The concept and theory is the same no matter what... We will definately b a better society by this. All those 'perpaduan' and 'muhibah' campaign totally wasted as we still have yet to understand it's meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, your God, my God but never our God...Sighh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-1820024573941198953?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1820024573941198953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=1820024573941198953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1820024573941198953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1820024573941198953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-god-my-god-and-never-our-god.html' title='Your God, my God and never our God...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-3850099791965363604</id><published>2009-05-05T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:17:18.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like that...</title><content type='html'>I was so caught with my job lately. I became permenant staff and decided to focus entirely &amp; dedicately to my career... I work from 9am till late 11pm 5days a week! But all of a sudden, I was thinking if this is what I want to do for the rest of my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear..Looks like I've to consider Plan B now...Let's see what we can do about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm open to everyone's suggestion! So start shooting your suggestions!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-3850099791965363604?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3850099791965363604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=3850099791965363604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3850099791965363604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3850099791965363604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-like-that.html' title='Life is like that...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-5163007834415935506</id><published>2009-03-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:19:06.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger's smile</title><content type='html'>Lately, I am keep thinking about this particular stanger's smile! Is this love at first sight? Oh I just don't know...Just enjoying the moment =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-5163007834415935506?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5163007834415935506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=5163007834415935506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/5163007834415935506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/5163007834415935506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/strangers-smile.html' title='Stranger&apos;s smile'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-7446622170976640802</id><published>2009-03-17T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:20:41.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people shout in anger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/Sb5tJAOH1aI/AAAAAAAAAD0/V6sSDhyRCgE/s1600-h/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/Sb5tJAOH1aI/AAAAAAAAAD0/V6sSDhyRCgE/s320/images4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313804611789247906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saint asked his disciples, ‘Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?’&lt;br /&gt;Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, ‘Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.’&lt;br /&gt;‘But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?’ asked the saint. ‘Isn’t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you’re angry?’&lt;br /&gt;Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he explained, ‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the saint asked, ‘What happens when two people are in love with each other? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saint continued, ‘When they love each other even more, what happens?&lt;br /&gt;They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I came across while reading some website. I think it is beautifully explained and best to share it around. Appreciate love while you can. Dont let it distant from you**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-7446622170976640802?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7446622170976640802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=7446622170976640802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7446622170976640802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7446622170976640802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-people-shout-in-anger.html' title='Why do people shout in anger?'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/Sb5tJAOH1aI/AAAAAAAAAD0/V6sSDhyRCgE/s72-c/images4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-5312935151087104961</id><published>2009-03-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:09:33.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MindSet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/Sb5rpvT0rqI/AAAAAAAAADk/6JG_C4sNi8o/s1600-h/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/Sb5rpvT0rqI/AAAAAAAAADk/6JG_C4sNi8o/s320/images3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313802975162183330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from the ropes they were tied to but for some reason, they did not. My friend saw a trainer nearby and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he said, "when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it's enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free." My friend was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn't, they were stuck right where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before? So make an attempt to grow further.... Why shouldn't we try it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOUR ATTEMPT MAY FAIL, BUT NEVER FAIL TO MAKE AN ATTEMPT."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-5312935151087104961?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5312935151087104961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=5312935151087104961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/5312935151087104961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/5312935151087104961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/mindset.html' title='MindSet!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/Sb5rpvT0rqI/AAAAAAAAADk/6JG_C4sNi8o/s72-c/images3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-1147519448276399934</id><published>2009-03-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:10:36.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the glass down today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/Sb5r42wY5OI/AAAAAAAAADs/kA3ujfIV9bA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/Sb5r42wY5OI/AAAAAAAAADs/kA3ujfIV9bA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313803234859082978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water&lt;br /&gt;in it. He held it up for all to see; asked the students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How much do you think this glass weighs?’50gms!’ ?….’100gms!’&lt;br /&gt;……’125gms’ ……the students answered. I really don’t know unless&lt;br /&gt;I weigh it,’ said the professor, ‘but, my question is: What would&lt;br /&gt;happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’ the students said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?’ the&lt;br /&gt;professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arm would begin to ache’ said one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress &amp;&lt;br /&gt;paralysis; have to go to hospital for sure ventured another student ;&lt;br /&gt;all the students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?&lt;br /&gt;Asked the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No replied the students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what caused the arm ache; the muscle stress?’ Instead What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the glass down! said one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!’ said the professor’ Life’s problems are something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Hold it for a few minutes in your head; they seem OK. Think of them&lt;br /&gt;for a long time; they begin to ache. Hold it even longer; they begin&lt;br /&gt;to paralyze you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be able to do anything. It’s important to think of the&lt;br /&gt;challenges (problems) in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT to ‘put&lt;br /&gt;them down’ at the end of every day before you go to sleep. That way,&lt;br /&gt;you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh; strong ; can handle&lt;br /&gt;any issue, any challenge that comes your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-1147519448276399934?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1147519448276399934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=1147519448276399934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1147519448276399934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1147519448276399934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/put-glass-down-today.html' title='Put the glass down today...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/Sb5r42wY5OI/AAAAAAAAADs/kA3ujfIV9bA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-2265321877319641768</id><published>2009-03-02T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:13:03.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty lies in the sex of the beholder</title><content type='html'>The Sun, Monday, 2 March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE brains of men and women respond&lt;br /&gt;differently to beautiful objects such as paintings,&lt;br /&gt;researchers reported.&lt;br /&gt;Using imaging technology called magnetoencephalography&lt;br /&gt;to see the brain activity of 20&lt;br /&gt;volunteers looking at pretty and ugly pictures of&lt;br /&gt;cities, they found clear sex differences in how&lt;br /&gt;test subjects view beautiful images.&lt;br /&gt;Women use more of the whole brain when&lt;br /&gt;appreciating a nice piece of art, while men use&lt;br /&gt;mostly the right side, Francisco Ayala of the&lt;br /&gt;University of California, Irvine, and colleagues&lt;br /&gt;in Spain found. The differences are likely linked&lt;br /&gt;to known differences in the way male and&lt;br /&gt;female brains process spatial information, the&lt;br /&gt;researchers wrote in the Proceedings of the&lt;br /&gt;National Academy of Sciences.&lt;br /&gt;“The differences between the decorative&lt;br /&gt;objects found in Neanderthal and modern&lt;br /&gt;human sites support that idea of a ‘modern&lt;br /&gt;brain’ capable of appreciating beauty and its&lt;br /&gt;uses in different ways,” they wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Most explanations of why men and women&lt;br /&gt;process this information differently focus on&lt;br /&gt;the use of the brain to navigate spatially, they&lt;br /&gt;said. “Perhaps women make use of both global&lt;br /&gt;and local features in making their judgments,&lt;br /&gt;whereas men only rely on global features.”&lt;br /&gt;Language could also explain it. “Women&lt;br /&gt;obtain higher scores on a diversity of verbal&lt;br /&gt;and language tasks. Perhaps women are more&lt;br /&gt;likely to associate the images with verbal labels&lt;br /&gt;than men,” they wrote. – Reuters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey I am not saying anything. The papers said it clearly =P...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-2265321877319641768?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2265321877319641768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=2265321877319641768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/2265321877319641768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/2265321877319641768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-lies-in-sex-of-beholder.html' title='Beauty lies in the sex of the beholder'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-5617399006734005092</id><published>2009-02-25T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:24:43.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get married and save the planet!</title><content type='html'>I find this article in the newspaper super interesting today. Australian government is persuing their citizen to stay married as it will save up consumptions! When people get married, they tend to share up space, food and energy. Brilliant idea! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, previous campaigns are good but this is truly effective! If you look at it in long term, we definately save up a lot resources and money too! Getting married early also saves on your financially. You get tax deductions for spouse and children too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, marriage is the solution to our problems all this while... =) Remember to get married and save the planet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-5617399006734005092?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5617399006734005092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=5617399006734005092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/5617399006734005092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/5617399006734005092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-married-and-save-planet.html' title='Get married and save the planet!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-1481892632580529674</id><published>2009-02-23T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:55:13.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Malacca~</title><content type='html'>I had (finally..) an opportunity to head home to my hometown, Malacca this weekend and I was shocked to see lines of cars and massive jam in Malacca roads!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it is quiet smooth and hardly jam. I saw annoyed and confused drivers along the way. As I approaching to Melaka Raya, I realized that they have changed the roads system. Roads that we are so used to are now the opposite way. I can say 20++ years I have been living there and a sudden change is truly shocking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have not gone back to Malacca for sometime, please be caution ya! Read the signboards properly and explore slowly ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-1481892632580529674?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1481892632580529674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=1481892632580529674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1481892632580529674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1481892632580529674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/confused-malacca.html' title='Confused Malacca~'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-7542554618688721117</id><published>2009-02-18T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:20:16.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little...</title><content type='html'>Today I am just not into the real world..I would like to just dream a little today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple men with simple needs. He is loving, honest and understanding. He is so cute when he smiles. His hugs and kisses are warm and tender, which gives me the goosebumps each time he kisses me. We'll get married after 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have a promising career and work hard for an honest living. After work, we'll cook dinner together. Of course, I'll do the cooking and he will do the dishes =P Then, I'll give him a massage and we'll make love. We'll sleep in each other's arms and wait for another tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have 3 children. 2 girls and a boy. The youngest one will be so mischievous and cunning. Like me when I was a little girl! We'll grow old together and still hold hands when we are 80! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to love him with all my heart! I promise to stand by his side thru thick and thin, happiness and tears, joy and pain..I'll nurse him when he's ill. I'll support him all the way cause I believe in him and his dreams. I'll give everything I got to make our relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise it will be a bed of roses for us. It won't be sweet and happiness all the time. There will be ups and downs. But I'll make sure it will be perfect as it can be. I also pray that you will support me when I need it the most. Trust and believe in my dreams too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who you are but time will reveal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** The Law Of Secret says if u dream of something, it will come to u!!So let me dream a little... =) **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-7542554618688721117?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7542554618688721117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=7542554618688721117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7542554618688721117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7542554618688721117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-little.html' title='Dream a little...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-3517767192491526018</id><published>2009-02-17T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:50:08.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men crisis</title><content type='html'>I read in the paper saying that the current credit crisis is crunching men's testosterone level!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article highlights that the stress due to global econimic downturn such as financial worries, working longer hours and pressure had caused the hormone level to drop. Lower testosterone level can cause men to be lethergy, irritability, lack of concentration and low sex drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess there will more be grumpy men around and less babies born this year??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is not a good time to fish for a man =( Looks like men hunting is cancel this year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-3517767192491526018?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3517767192491526018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=3517767192491526018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3517767192491526018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3517767192491526018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-crisis.html' title='Men crisis'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-8065965365361131066</id><published>2009-02-16T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:04:56.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>I read in " The Sun" newspaper about a lady who battling against breast cancer. She passed away yesterday after many years fighting cancer. God bless her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what she said made me felt so touched and almost in tears. According to her " A hero is a person who holds 5 minutes longer than an ordinary person". So true indeed...I'll apply it in my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true hero she is... May she rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-8065965365361131066?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8065965365361131066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=8065965365361131066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8065965365361131066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8065965365361131066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-3007907524064525866</id><published>2009-02-15T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:01:43.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your value?</title><content type='html'>A close friend of mine addressed this issue before and I start to ponder my own thoughts  whether people do judge on WHAT u have or more to WHO you are. I have to admit for once, he was darn right about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often value people based on what they have. Please don't deny that..Remember Mr XX or Miss YY? Now you have remember them, I shall continue my theory. For example if they are smart and brainy, we tend to take advantage on he/she for our own benefit example for getting an A in group assignment. And another example will be if the person is loaded with cash, we tend to rub with the person even how terrible he/she is. Hit any fond long long memories so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own case, I have people who comes to me when they needed me. At other times, I never heard about them. Suddenly they appear, ask a favour and 'vanish'! Some will only call me when they are lonely as their other friends are occupied with other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am thinking what's my value to others? Does it really matter I have to change or do to get their approvals and increase my value? Is there such thing as true friendship? I really wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are judging people, bear in mind that people are judging u too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's your value?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-3007907524064525866?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3007907524064525866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=3007907524064525866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3007907524064525866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3007907524064525866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-your-value.html' title='What&apos;s your value?'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-4762301866238086159</id><published>2009-02-05T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:38:57.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life adventures'/><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>I really hate politics. I really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a registered voter, I cast my vote wisely during the 8th March 2008 election. I choose the person based on his character, credibility and future potential that He/She might bring in for the future of the society. I feel responsible to our future generation to pick the right leader to develop our nation. I never judge based on the party nor his/her race. I just chose who I think is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my disappointment, it has almost been a year but I still yet to see any changes since March 8. There is a lot of talking and drama. But no drastic action is done. Dear politicians, have you heard the phrase " Action Speaks Louder Than Words" ?&lt;br /&gt;They act so child like and play the pointing game. Showing each others dirty linen in front of public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed the political changes was shocking as BN lost 5 states to opponent party. But that does not mean, our government BN is a complete failure. A mixture of parties is indeed good as they can see different views in one issue. Even the parties are different, the main objective is the same which is to do best for the people! Take the competition as a positive thing. Be a better leader! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that people are judging everything you are doing now!!  If you have no intention to do any good, then please give way to others who have the will to do it!&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is hunger for a great leader! I believe we can go further..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-4762301866238086159?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4762301866238086159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=4762301866238086159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/4762301866238086159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/4762301866238086159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-8989304403660852587</id><published>2009-02-04T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:44:36.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life adventures'/><title type='text'>Wonder boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SYhNpsy4-WI/AAAAAAAAADE/g4p5ruB9ELU/s1600-h/hears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SYhNpsy4-WI/AAAAAAAAADE/g4p5ruB9ELU/s320/hears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298570340395972962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder boy, &lt;br /&gt;the one and only I longed seeking,&lt;br /&gt;finally in front of me passing,&lt;br /&gt;swept my heart without asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder boy,&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel in a prison,&lt;br /&gt;but still make me smile without reason,&lt;br /&gt;for sure you are the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder boy,&lt;br /&gt;I love the way your eyes shine,&lt;br /&gt;and the way you smile which is so fine,&lt;br /&gt;you really make me cross the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder boy,&lt;br /&gt;I surrender in this fight,&lt;br /&gt;you make me fall for the first sight,&lt;br /&gt;you brought the darkness in me to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder boy,&lt;br /&gt;IF only I can say all in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and give everything I got,&lt;br /&gt;say boy will you be mine? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-8989304403660852587?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8989304403660852587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=8989304403660852587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8989304403660852587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8989304403660852587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonder-boy.html' title='Wonder boy'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SYhNpsy4-WI/AAAAAAAAADE/g4p5ruB9ELU/s72-c/hears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-2940367531673894265</id><published>2009-02-03T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:39:57.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great time...flies fast!</title><content type='html'>I had the best time this Chinese New Year!! I met almost all of my friends. I got more that what I bargain for actually! Didn't expect to see everyone especially those who are in overseas. It was like non stop partying for the whole week! I had a great time! Oh ya, I got so many angpows too! ($kaching$) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for next year and I am really gonna miss everyone again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I really dun wanna see you all again till next year...really!! Hehe =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-2940367531673894265?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2940367531673894265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=2940367531673894265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/2940367531673894265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/2940367531673894265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-timeflies-fast.html' title='Great time...flies fast!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-6365438682227412443</id><published>2009-01-17T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:23:00.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SXFJYvmDsXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EJmmgiVUHho/s1600-h/cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SXFJYvmDsXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EJmmgiVUHho/s320/cny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292091726578823538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze is here. Chinese New Year is around the corner =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-6365438682227412443?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6365438682227412443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=6365438682227412443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/6365438682227412443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/6365438682227412443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/breeze-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SXFJYvmDsXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EJmmgiVUHho/s72-c/cny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-6059962309367733399</id><published>2009-01-16T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:38:02.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.L.O.N.E</title><content type='html'>I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss doing everything that I enjoyed doing before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so far away with no one to talk to. No one to share my burden and pain. No one to comfort me thru this difficult time. All I see is the four walls. Total silence, cold quietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling such emptiness? Where are the people that I used to know?  I guess I am alone for now and hope it wont be staying for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-6059962309367733399?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6059962309367733399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=6059962309367733399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/6059962309367733399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/6059962309367733399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/alone.html' title='A.L.O.N.E'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-9060081273998568104</id><published>2009-01-12T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:14:29.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crisis'/><title type='text'>Unemployed- Day 1</title><content type='html'>Loser. Useless. Wasted. Unemployed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel now. Being unemployed totally sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was 17years old, I was working during the holidays. Then, I continued to work up to university. Being independent was my pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time being unemployed...I really really feel the pain~ I need a job badly. Anyone wanna hire me? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-9060081273998568104?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9060081273998568104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=9060081273998568104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/9060081273998568104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/9060081273998568104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/unemployed-day-1.html' title='Unemployed- Day 1'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-8922166891928377132</id><published>2009-01-08T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:16:56.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye is NeVeR good =(</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be my last day as an intern in Citibank =( Even though it started as a nightmare and was bullied around, I have to admit it that I had a good time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I am going to miss the boys! Chee Tat, Yong Qing, Chee Hoo, and Sam are the best friends I could ever have during my internship. They were so nice to me and helped me so much through the whole time. We had so much fun and time really flies fast! I am going to miss each one of you guys so much...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am going to miss the attention there. Being the apple of the eye to the delivery boys always made my day. And not to forget, pakcik Sham who will tease me each time I take water from the pantry. Also, the long hair guy who will always smile at me thru the window and the guy from my department will stare at me when no one is looking. Gosh...I am going to miss this moments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, the view at Citibank is so breathe taking~ You can see KL city so clearly and beautiful from my department's level. I wish you can see what I see... I am definitely going to miss this so much too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, to all the wonderful people who helped me all the way and nice to me for the whole 12 weeks when I was there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye is never good =( I am leaving with a heavy heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-8922166891928377132?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8922166891928377132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=8922166891928377132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8922166891928377132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/8922166891928377132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/saying-goodbye-is-never-good.html' title='Saying goodbye is NeVeR good =('/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-7192740058022945790</id><published>2009-01-07T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:07:52.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu bug!</title><content type='html'>I hate flu! I really hate it so much..!! I will do anything to avoid it! But still, I caught one! Go away flu bug..Go!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sick, everything seems impossible! Everything seems to be stuck and not moving! Your body aches and it is totally no fun! Go away flu bug..Go!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the genius people out there, PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE invent something that cures flu instantly! I will definitely buy it at whatever cost! I hate flu...Again! Go away flu bug..Go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-7192740058022945790?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7192740058022945790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=7192740058022945790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7192740058022945790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7192740058022945790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/down-with-flu-bug.html' title='Flu bug!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-1714144560555576719</id><published>2009-01-01T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:15:19.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life adventures'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>Another year has gone by and we welcome another new year! So below are my resolutions for this year:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No more resolutions =) ( According to the newspapers, resolutions are bad for u! Anything bad gotta go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.No more dieting! ( It doesnt work or maybe my body cant take it anymore already. I d exercise daily and I like the way I am. I have came to a point to accept my body as it is and my curves too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Be more happy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Be happy with my own features and skin! ( I am special in my own way. I use to think how messed up I was cause I am mix blood. My features is unique and special. So is a good thing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Add more happiness...!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No more being guilty leaving the family. ( I have done my part and it is time for them to be independent. I need to have my own life too and fun! I miss my youth and being me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Extra happiness this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ask a guy on a date! ( I am too shy all this time and I have decided to break the shell this year! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Just live life and be happy! ( I miss being happy and I need it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this year all will come true! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-1714144560555576719?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1714144560555576719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=1714144560555576719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1714144560555576719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/1714144560555576719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-3675016482599027882</id><published>2008-12-30T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:24:17.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life adventures'/><title type='text'>A trip to the pub</title><content type='html'>Last week my cousin ask me to follow her to a bar. After several rejections, I finally agreed to follow her and her hubby along with other cousins. She promised my auntie (her mother) to guard me with all her life! Well it is my first time to a bar. Dont laugh la..I know I am too old for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to La Beluga at Bangsar. The place was cozy and nice. The music was nice and most importantly familiar to my ears. I dont really like the music now days.. I find the new generation music are meaningless and doesnt make sense actually. The place was full with laughter and great company.I had a great time there. It wasnt so bad as I thought it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a drink call " Sex on the beach" which is a funny name for a drink that taste like orange+peach juice. And to make it a sweeter, I met Raja Petra there too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-3675016482599027882?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3675016482599027882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=3675016482599027882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3675016482599027882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3675016482599027882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-to-pub.html' title='A trip to the pub'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-2674489809751127887</id><published>2008-12-24T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:08:55.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life adventures'/><title type='text'>Holiday Event  Planner (H.E.P)</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas. I think it is the best time to end such a beautiful year! Full of love and giving, sharing in the air! I really love this moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great opportunity to know about Christmas closer this year when my department asked us (interns) to decorate the entire floor! It is tough for someone who NEVER done it before. After some short research and some guidance from colleagues, we manage to decorate four beautiful Christmas trees. It was so beautiful and the decoration had set the mood for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a first timer. Now I can brag a little bit and officially call myself the company's holiday event planner! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-2674489809751127887?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2674489809751127887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=2674489809751127887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/2674489809751127887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/2674489809751127887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-event-planner-hep.html' title='Holiday Event  Planner (H.E.P)'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-3784753885885247521</id><published>2008-12-22T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:47:40.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lessons in LRT</title><content type='html'>I take the Putra train everyday to work. I find it funny but we can REALLY learn few good life lessons just by entering into the train... This is what I observed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1 : Unity&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the bars in the train during rush hour! U can see multiple skin colours holding the bars. This is an indirect practice of unity. I find it such a wonderful sight as we tend to be racist sometimes but inside the train, we ignore the colour and be just human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2: Faithful&lt;br /&gt;The hot guy next to you is so hard to resist!! All u wanna do is just smile at him and if possible say hi! But excuse me, u already have a boyfriend or maybe married! So, u just keep it to yourself this moment and come back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3: Moral Values&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the moral nilai u learnt from standard one till form five? Don't worry cause you will be amaze that what u learn before automatically will be applied in the train. Suddenly, you will feel guilty not acting good! You will find yourself helping others, offering seats to old citizen or pregnant mums, not being rude etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...now u know... =) Take the train and learn a lesson or two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-3784753885885247521?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3784753885885247521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=3784753885885247521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3784753885885247521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3784753885885247521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-lessons-in-lrt.html' title='Life lessons in LRT'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-923799391531937758</id><published>2008-12-20T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:46:56.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to KL - my way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SU36Xj6PBgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gr5TbiIIsmU/s1600-h/images+kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SU36Xj6PBgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gr5TbiIIsmU/s320/images+kl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282153220658890242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been sometime I updated my blog! After my broken heart result to the  the badminton Olympics defeat, I really had to have some space to heal up. So close to that gold...! Gosh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy with exams actually =P. Just a day after exam finishes, I had to start packing my bags to shift to KL for my internship in Citibank. Well, I grew up in a small and quiet city, Malacca. So, moving to KL was a BIG move for me as I have NEVER been out from Malacca! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it frustrating to settle here actually. I need TWO full months to adjust life here. Learn to take the train and bus. *Cross my finger* I still have not lost my way yet! Every where is crowded with people! Not to forget the JAM!!! My god! From 44th floor, I can see long lines of cars down the road... Truly, this is very very culture shocking for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very fast as though time is chasing us! People walk quickly and they seem to be so endorsed with their own world.I actually love to smile at people. I believe smiling to others will brighten up their day as well as your day! But here in KL, seldom people smile and if u do, they will look at u suspiciously as though u r going to break the law! People also look at u like an empty glass with no emotions. Well, I dont blame them. The environment force them to act such way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I hold to my values and roots. No harm I practice what I believe here. I am not bothered if people cant accept it, I just do what I do. Well as the saying goes, "U can take the girl out of Malacca but u cant take Malacca out of the girl!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-923799391531937758?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/923799391531937758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=923799391531937758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/923799391531937758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/923799391531937758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving-to-kl-with-sailas-way.html' title='Moving to KL - my way!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SU36Xj6PBgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gr5TbiIIsmU/s72-c/images+kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-7921856220998218919</id><published>2008-08-15T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:46:27.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well done Chong Wei!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SKWC3j16d6I/AAAAAAAAABo/DenvyuxNlY8/s1600-h/s_66choongwei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SKWC3j16d6I/AAAAAAAAABo/DenvyuxNlY8/s320/s_66choongwei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234734032913856418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an exciting game!! Started at 6.30pm (Malaysian time) and lasted for 54 minutes. I can bet you millions of Malaysians are locking at their TV box to see Lee Chong Wei battle in action. Our only hope for medal in Beijing Olympics 2008 after disappointed with Wong Choon Han's defeat and the rest. A silent prayer and the spirit of " Malaysia Boleh" was so strong. It was THE game for Malaysians : Lee Chong Wei VS Lee Hyunil from Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game was head to head. Both players are playing their best to gain points. Both are equally good but the winner determines who is better. Every minute was hearting beating moment. Both are as though taking turns grabbing the points. But Choon Wei was lucky to win the first round by 21-18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of winning the first round was not long when Choon Wei lost to Hyunil by a disappointingly 13-21 points. I was at the urge of lost. Keep praying some miracle can happen. Feel like screaming at him and saying ' Are you out of your mind!! Stop making silly mistakes. Focus cause YOU can do it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third set was the determining set!! The Malaysian supporters in the stadium was soaring with " Malaysia Boleh! Chong Wei Boleh!!" Indeed it paid off. Chong Wei had a good start by leading 8-1. But Hyunil did not let Chong Wei easily on him. He too gave a good fight and was catching up fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the situation was siding Malaysia. When Chong Wei hit the match point and won!! It was the biggest joy for me as well as the 25 million Malaysians!! Well done Chong Wei. Do us proud in the final this Sunday (17.08.08). Silver is in the bag but We are hunger for that GOLD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-7921856220998218919?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7921856220998218919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=7921856220998218919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7921856220998218919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/7921856220998218919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-done-chong-wei.html' title='Well done Chong Wei!!'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SKWC3j16d6I/AAAAAAAAABo/DenvyuxNlY8/s72-c/s_66choongwei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205503795236495913.post-3926978644266777335</id><published>2008-08-08T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:44:55.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the games begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SJ0re-yy5MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YWFETiOBjkg/s1600-h/Fuwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SJ0re-yy5MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YWFETiOBjkg/s320/Fuwa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232386153326503106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sports especially big events like the Olympics. It is so amazing to see how the human race as one. No war ,no fight, no weapons. Just pure competition of strength, endurance and courage. What can be more honourable than presenting your country with a medal in your hands. The grand opening of Olympics Beijing 2008 was marvelous. China has shown its different side which the world has not seen. Fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I also like their idea on the mascot. Those who wants to know what it means, here they are.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In China's traditional culture and art, the fish and water designs are symbols of prosperity and harvest. And so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beibe&lt;/span&gt;i carries the blessing of prosperity. A fish is also a symbol of surplus in Chinese culture, another measure of a good year and a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ornamental lines of the water-wave designs are taken from well-known Chinese paintings of the past. Among Fuwa, Beibei is known to be gentle and pure. Strong in water sports, she reflects the blue Olympic ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jingjing&lt;/span&gt; makes children smile -- and that's why he brings the blessing of happiness wherever he goes. You can see his joy in the charming naivety of his dancing pose and the lovely wave of his black and white fur. As a national treasure and a protected species, pandas are adored by people everywhere. The lotus designs in Jingjing's headdress, which are inspired by the porcelain paintings of the Song Dynasty (A.D.960-1234), symbolize the lush forest and the harmonious relationship between man and nature. Jingjing was chosen to represent our desire to protect nature's gifts -- and to preserve the beauty of nature for all generations. Jingjing is charmingly naïve and optimistic. He is an athlete noted for strength who represents the black Olympic ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the intimate circle of Fuwa, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Huanhuan&lt;/span&gt; is the big brother. He is a child of fire, symbolizing the Olympic Flame and the passion of sport -- and passion is the blessing he bestows. Huanhuan stands in the center of Fuwa as the core embodiment of the Olympic spirit. And while he inspires all with the passion to run faster, jump higher and be stronger, he is also open and inviting. Wherever the light of Huanhuan shines, the inviting warmth of Beijing 2008 -- and the wishful blessings of the Chinese people -- can be felt. The fiery designs of his head ornament are drawn from the famed Dunhuang murals -- with just a touch of China's traditional lucky designs. Huanhuan is outgoing and enthusiastic. He excels at all the ball games and represents the red Olympic ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all antelopes, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yingying &lt;/span&gt;is fast and agile and can swiftly cover great stretches of land as he races across the earth. A symbol of the vastness of China's landscape, the antelope carries the blessing of health, the strength of body that comes from harmony with nature. Yingying's flying pose captures the essence of a species unique to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, one of the first animals put under protection in China. The selection of the Tibetan Antelope reflects Beijing's commitment to a Green Olympics. His head ornament incorporates several decorative styles from the Qinghai-Tibet and Sinkiang cultures and the ethnic design traditions of Western China. Strong in track and field events, Yingying is a quick-witted and agile boy who represents the yellow Olympic ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every spring and summer, the children of Beijing have flown beautiful kites on the currents of wind that blow through the capital. Among the kite designs, the golden-winged swallow is traditionally one of the most popular. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nini's &lt;/span&gt;figure is drawn from this grand tradition of flying designs. Her golden wings symbolize the infinite sky and spread good-luck as a blessing wherever she flies. Swallow is also pronounced "yan" in Chinese, and Yanjing is what Beijing was called as an ancient capital city. Among Fuwa, Nini is as innocent and joyful as a swallow. She is strong in gymnastics and represents the green Olympic ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205503795236495913-3926978644266777335?l=saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3926978644266777335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205503795236495913&amp;postID=3926978644266777335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3926978644266777335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205503795236495913/posts/default/3926978644266777335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saila-awalkinmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-games-begin.html' title='Let the games begin...'/><author><name>SaiLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515718153058858720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SWX9NXJ8vwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jKnk4Cci_eY/S220/images+panda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3-cuxTzNj8/SJ0re-yy5MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YWFETiOBjkg/s72-c/Fuwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
