<?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-7859932538540658653</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:29:41.662-08:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='islam'/><category term='songs'/><category term='personal'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='welcome&apos;s'/><category term='cinta'/><category term='happy'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='jalan-jalan'/><category term='fashions'/><category term='war'/><category term='online money'/><category term='palestine'/><category term='teman'/><category term='duit internet'/><category term='frienships'/><category term='foods and drink'/><category term='tips'/><category term='email'/><category term='lyrick'/><category term='weird'/><category term='debt'/><category term='pejabat'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='love'/><category term='gathering'/><category term='notes'/><title type='text'>my best life journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-8330766847025392647</id><published>2011-03-11T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:16:03.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrick'/><title type='text'>Lyrics Nobody-Wonder Girl (English Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr_c3ATZCCg/TXnn49yq11I/AAAAAAAAASc/qdRLxsIF1g0/s1600/nobody-listens-tshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr_c3ATZCCg/TXnn49yq11I/AAAAAAAAASc/qdRLxsIF1g0/s320/nobody-listens-tshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582748178948216658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I still love you baby&lt;br /&gt;And it will never change (Saranghae)&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I want nobody nobody but you&lt;br /&gt;I want nobody nobody but you&lt;br /&gt;How can I be with another&lt;br /&gt;I dont want any other&lt;br /&gt;I want nobody nobody nobody nobody&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to&lt;br /&gt;To make me leave you&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Baby why aren't you listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I just&lt;br /&gt;Just love someone else and&lt;br /&gt;Forget you completely&lt;br /&gt;When I know you still love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me you're not good enough&lt;br /&gt;My life with you if just to tough&lt;br /&gt;You know its not right so&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and come back boy&lt;br /&gt;How can this be&lt;br /&gt;When we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we just just be like this cause&lt;br /&gt;Its you that I need and nothing else until the end&lt;br /&gt;Who else can ever make me feel the way I&lt;br /&gt;I feel when I'm with you no one ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me you're not good enough&lt;br /&gt;My life with you is just to tough&lt;br /&gt;You know me enough so&lt;br /&gt;You know what I need boy&lt;br /&gt;Right next to you is where I need to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want nobody body&lt;br /&gt;I dont want nobody body&lt;br /&gt;Honey you know Its you that I want&lt;br /&gt;Its you that I need why cant you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days when we were so young&lt;br /&gt;And wild and free nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Other than you and me so tell me why cant it be&lt;br /&gt;Please lets live my life my way&lt;br /&gt;Why do you push me away&lt;br /&gt;I dont want nobody nobody nobody nobody&lt;br /&gt;But You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-8330766847025392647?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8330766847025392647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=8330766847025392647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8330766847025392647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8330766847025392647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/lyrics-nobody-wonder-girl-english.html' title='Lyrics Nobody-Wonder Girl (English Version)'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr_c3ATZCCg/TXnn49yq11I/AAAAAAAAASc/qdRLxsIF1g0/s72-c/nobody-listens-tshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-8318856646666261127</id><published>2009-06-30T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:16:35.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frienships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Want It, Need It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SksCB52PbVI/AAAAAAAAASE/itsW19S_oYw/s1600-h/relationship%2Britaemilia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SksCB52PbVI/AAAAAAAAASE/itsW19S_oYw/s320/relationship%2Britaemilia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353374813791415634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mintaaaaaa..maafff... Saya hendak bagi alasan standard.....saya terlalu sibuk untuk mengupdated blog ini...terima kasihlah yang datang melawat tu..saya berjanji cuba untuk buat update sekerap mungkin...cewah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu cerita hari tu saya janji nak sambung tapi tak bersambung-sambung juga...heheheheheh&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So untuk hari ni, Just for sharing..ada banyak kebenaraan di artikel ini:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this and let it sink in forever and ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting quote from the movie 'Why did I get married?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cases, especially in relationships, you will only get 80% of what you NEED and you will hardly get the other 20% that you WANT in your relationship. There is always another person (man or women) that you will meet and that will offer you the other 20% which is lacking in your relationship that you WANT And believe me, 20% looks really good when you are not getting it at all in your current relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is that you will always be tempted to leave that good 80% that you know you have, thinking that you will get something better with the other 20% that you WANT But as reality has proven, in most cases, you will always end up with having the 20% that you WANT and loosing the 80% that you really NEED and that you already had. Be careful in deciding between what you WANT and NEED in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have. 'Wow, this girl in my office is a real looker. But it's not her Wynona Rider features that got me. I'm crazy about her because she's also understanding, intelligent, tender - so many things that my spouse is not'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, you'll find a woman or a man who will be more charming or sensitive. More alluring. More thoughtful. Richer. Have greater sex appeal. And you will find a woman or man who will need you and pursue you and go loco over you more than your spouse ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no wife or husband is perfect. Because a spouse will only have 80% of what you're looking for. So adultery takes place when a husband or wife looks for the missing 20%. Let's say your wife is melancholic by nature. You may find yourself drawn to the pretty clerk who has a cherry laugh no matter what she says: 'I broke my arm yes terday, Hahahaha . . ..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because your wife is a homebody in slippers and pajamas, smelling of garlic and fish oil, you may fall for a fresh-smelling young sales representative that visits your office in a sharp black blazer, high heels, and a red pencil-cut skirt Or because your husband is the quiet type, your heart may skip a beat when you meet an old college flame who has the makings of a talk show host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! That's only 20% of what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away the 80% that you already have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. Add to your spouse's 80% the 100% that represents all the years that you have been with each other. The storms you have weathered together. The unforgettable moments of sadness and joy as a couple. The many adjustments you have made to love the other. The wealth of memories that you've accumulated as lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But faithfulness happens when you start thanking God for what you already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not just talking about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your jobs.&lt;br /&gt;About your friends.&lt;br /&gt;About your children.&lt;br /&gt;About your lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you like the economy airline passenger that perennially peeks through the door of the first class cabin, obsessed with what he's missing? 'They have got more leg room! Oh my, their food is served in porcelain! Wow, their seats recline at an 80% angle and they've got personal videos!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee you'll be miserable for the entire trip! Don't live your life like that. Forget about what the world says is first class. Do you know that there are many first class passengers who are miserable in first class -- because they are not riding in a private Lear Jet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main message??? So....ermmmm..... Lu fikirlah sendiri.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-8318856646666261127?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8318856646666261127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=8318856646666261127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8318856646666261127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8318856646666261127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2009/06/mintaaaaaa.html' title='Want It, Need It'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SksCB52PbVI/AAAAAAAAASE/itsW19S_oYw/s72-c/relationship%2Britaemilia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-2902574090412113931</id><published>2009-04-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:23:30.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Bukan Cinta Biasa - Siri 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SffEIU3JuaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_U5pMFEwu5s/s1600-h/bukan%2Bcinta%2Bbiasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SffEIU3JuaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_U5pMFEwu5s/s320/bukan%2Bcinta%2Bbiasa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329944331334302114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersawang dah blog ni..;-). Kasihan kamu orang, minta saya kemaskini cepat-cepat, blog ni. Sebenarnya, saya dalam keadaan kurang memuaskan. Cuaca di Kuala Lumpur amat panas. Bagaimana ya, orang KL hidup? Serasanya di Johor Bahru ini lebih sejuk dari Kuala Lumpur, sebenarnya saya ingin mengatakan, keadaan "hometown saya ni lebih nyaman dan tenteram... ;-)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What...!! Apa yang kau merepek ni rita...???? Mari saya ceritakan apa yang berlaku.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terasa sedih hati ini...cewah...., bilamana tak ramai orang tahu saya datang. Jauh pula tu. Tersesat lagi...ih...ih...ih... Apapun, hari Khamis lepas saya bertolak ke Kuala Lumpur, seperti biasa menggunakan pesawat MAS Mh bla...bla....(malas nak drive) wargh.....sampai kat KLIA tiada yang jemput....(bukan apa ni misi rahsia, kawan-kawan taktahu ni...sendiri cari penyakitlah ni...heheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiket pergi dan balik sudah pun dibeli....semangat untuk menghadirkan diri dalam perjumpaan reunion sahabat sekuliah, memang ditunggu-tunggu...maklumlah....dengan harapan,majlis kali ini akan mengubah persepsi saya mengenai sesetengah orang, lagipun inilah teman-teman lama tempat saya berdiskusi, mentelaah pelajaran,bertukar pendapat, berbual, berkenalan dan sebagainya. Semangat mesti tinggi bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menginap di , Cititel, Midvalley......Tiada kenalan kat hotel ni, ini yang leceh....maka terpaksalah melabur sejumlah wang gaji bulan lepas kat hotel ni...bukan apa ini sahaja hotel yang agak strategik dengan shopping mallnya hehehehheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamnya,saya ambik teksi, untuk ke Bukit Bintang..., saya berjalan-jalan, seorang diri menyusur kaki lima Bukit Bintang. Orang memang ramai, tetapi, dari Timur Tengah paling ramai. Sampaikan penanda jalan menggunakan bahasa Arab, ada kafe siber menggunakan bahasa Arab, dan kedai yang menjual hidangan timur tengah..sahlah Bukit Bintang, ni syurga untuk PAk Arab dan Mak Arab sekeluarga.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disini, banyak ragam manusia yang dapat ditonton. Dari yang selekeh-seselekehnya, sehingga yang kemas-sekemasnya. Lagi satu, menjelang tengah malam, saya lihat ramai perempuan berhalkum di kawasan ini. Bagi kamu mungkin biasa. Tetapi, bagi saya, kalau boleh berjalan terang-terangan tanpa segan silu, ia amat menakutkan! Abih tu buatpalah kau berjalan sorang-sorang kat situ Rita....???? hheheheh gatal kaki ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letihlah pulak, teringin nak call kawan, pi makan-makan...tapi sabar....takyah nak kecoh-kecoh...esok perjumpaaan baru lah suprise....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pelita Nasi Kandar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REUNION Tak rasmi...hehehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lokasi tempat perjumpaan pun masih samar-samar...ni kira hentam jer ni ikut kaki...heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi saya pagi-pagi lagi dah ambil LRT untuk ke KLCC.....Diberitahu,oleh akak dalam LRT tadi tu, bahawa, saya perlu meneruskan perjalanan, apabila keluar dari Stesen LRT KLCC. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, saya harus berjalan terus, tanpa menoleh kiri dan kanan. Dikatanya lagi, kamu akan nampak binaan bangunan yang sedang dalam "pembuatan". Ya saya nampak...... dan saya harus teruskan jua perjalanan ini. namun, saya berjalan ke Jalan P Ramlee. Melilau mencari Bangunan Getah Malaysia, gagal dijumpai. Hampir sejam berjalan-jalan, berpusing mencari restoran tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLCC sudah ditawaf dua kali. Lutut, betis, dan peha terasa begitu sengal. Amat sengal....Serasa tak mampu berjalan lagi....nilah akibat malas hendak bertanya.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikir punya pikir, saya terpaksa menelefon Julia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello ..Julia.... Rita ni..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai Rita...alahai rugi kau tak datang KL ni...ramai yang hadir..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alahai aku dah memang rugi ni...rugi tenaga...kak oiiii...aku sesat ni..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sesat...?? Kau kat mana ni Rita...???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aku kat KLCC ni dah berpusing-pusing banyak kali, masih tak jumpa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahhh...!!! Kau kat Kl...heheehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Syuuuu...jangan bising....aku nak bagi suprise...tapi rupanya aku yang kena suprise...hahahha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okey....takpa kau tunggu situ nanti aku suruh orang jemput...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendek cerita......telah lima belas minit aku dok melilau kat pancuran air KLCC....tiba-tiba terdengar suara memberi salam....!!! yang macam serasi jer bunyinya...adakah...?? mungkin tidak...?? Ahhhh, lalu aku menoleh kearah suara tersebut sambil menjawab salam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haahh...fendi...!!!! jangkaan ku benar...jejaka yang berdiri dihadapan ku ini...ialah...bekas teman lelaki ku....emmmm memang bukan cinta biasa....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergghhh.. jaga kau Julia.....bisik hati kecil ku.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersambunglah pulak.......;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-2902574090412113931?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2902574090412113931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=2902574090412113931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2902574090412113931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2902574090412113931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2009/04/bukan-cinta-biasa-siri-1.html' title='Bukan Cinta Biasa - Siri 1'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SffEIU3JuaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_U5pMFEwu5s/s72-c/bukan%2Bcinta%2Bbiasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-4429716789307344411</id><published>2009-03-23T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:17:50.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pejabat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>How to Get More Sleep When Working Overnights..;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SchLPTGj1JI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XGKLjbC_wSU/s1600-h/tidur%2Brita%2Bemilia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SchLPTGj1JI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XGKLjbC_wSU/s320/tidur%2Brita%2Bemilia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316582086308779154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalaman saya tak tidur untuk menyiapkan "assignment", yang sudah lama tak disiapkan. Sudah hampir seminggu saya bertungkus-lumus menyediakan bahannya akhirnya saya mampu untuk tersenyum lebar, hati saya puas walaupun hanya sempat tidur hanya satu jam sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi-pagi lagi saya dah bergerak ke Pejabat, untuk membentangkan "assigment" tersebut...Saya rasa macam mimpi dan terawang-awang semasa drive tadi, maklumlah tak cukup tidur.Sampai kena hon...dek jejaka kacak ber BMW Isport...nak mengurat kot...( padahal.. lampu dah hijau pun masih tak jalan lagi...i'm sorry...hehehe)&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai office tepat jam 9.00, dah bermula meeting, dan nampaknya saya berjaya membuat pembentangan "assigment" tersebut dengan bergayanya....cehhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Dah boss dok senyum-senyum lepas meeting..kira okey lah tu...lagi okey bila saya minta "excuse", Nak rehat dia bagi "green light"....haa apa lagi start kereta terus ke Grand BlueWave Hotel, ambik bilik and tidor time.....sekarang dah pukul 11.00...okey lah.. saya nak tidor dulu...bye... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesstt..takleh pi Hyatt , kang tak pasal-pasal tak jadi tidor....abih tu ramai sangat kenal., kang dituduh tidur, masa kerjer..(memang pun, tapi legal tau...)....kat eden garden pun takleh kang tak pasal-pasal pi shoppinglah pulak... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-4429716789307344411?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4429716789307344411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=4429716789307344411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4429716789307344411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4429716789307344411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-get-more-sleep-when-working.html' title='How to Get More Sleep When Working Overnights..;-)'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SchLPTGj1JI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XGKLjbC_wSU/s72-c/tidur%2Brita%2Bemilia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-4375456500447532789</id><published>2009-03-19T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:06:53.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online money'/><title type='text'>PPSMI and my VISA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/ScIccThSYbI/AAAAAAAAARs/5l-w30bCdko/s1600-h/makan_aje%2Ble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/ScIccThSYbI/AAAAAAAAARs/5l-w30bCdko/s320/makan_aje%2Ble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314841782852411826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening was nice and quiet. Just the way I like it. I spent the evening watching TV with my parents. Before then, obviously my sister drove me insane with her Algebra and Geometry homework. However, I am learning to be a lot more patient. I discovered that it is a lot easier for me to teach her more advanced math than the old elementary math..... (Is worth to learn Sciences and Math in English...Say Boleh to PPSMI.. ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don’t think that simply anymore, mathematical nor in real life....Just see my growing debt credit limits.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to use my savings at all, and only use my credit card. ASAP is killing me, so I try to only use credit card for emergencies. It sucks not having an much income for this month and paying a bills. I see my savings slowly decreasing and it is giving me a bad migraine. Thank God I am going to get a cheque from my past assigments project...That’s like a 4 month’s salary worth.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be patient...don't used your credit card like a crazy..but im love to shopping with my friendly visa... ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-4375456500447532789?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4375456500447532789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=4375456500447532789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4375456500447532789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4375456500447532789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2009/03/ppsmi-and-my-visa.html' title='PPSMI and my VISA'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/ScIccThSYbI/AAAAAAAAARs/5l-w30bCdko/s72-c/makan_aje%2Ble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-1423301280531896027</id><published>2009-01-27T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:53:21.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palestine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><title type='text'>Bloodshed in Gaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SX8tuSsNGiI/AAAAAAAAARk/C8Dm09c22iA/s1600-h/safe%2Bpalestine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SX8tuSsNGiI/AAAAAAAAARk/C8Dm09c22iA/s320/safe%2Bpalestine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296001960125471266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been quiet about the bloodshed in Gaza the past, because the more I talked about it, the more I felt my heart was being squeezed to death. I couldn’t watch anymore dead children. It’s not right, full stop......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am utterly disgusted. Not from Israel. Not from Hamas, but the entire world! You know what the problem is? The problem is that those post WWII people are in power. These baby boomers are still alive and still controlling the world. Our generation is so much different. No wonder we don’t get along with older people at all. The world CHANGED so much, but they haven’t. Let them keep fighting, let them kill each other. I don’t care anymore, but the world just sits there and watches? That’s what disgusts me. The civilian causalities and the prolonging of this stupid war is making me cringe from disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what hurts the most? Seeing those mothers cry over their 2 or 3 year old children. That’s what kills me. It’s a humanitarian issue now, and the world just watches a bunch of numbers increase! When you think too much, you get a HUGE headache and you feel the veins in your eyes are ready to pop! .... Man.. the world is a messed up place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-1423301280531896027?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1423301280531896027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=1423301280531896027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/1423301280531896027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/1423301280531896027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloodshed-in-gaza.html' title='Bloodshed in Gaza'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SX8tuSsNGiI/AAAAAAAAARk/C8Dm09c22iA/s72-c/safe%2Bpalestine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-8413627264523661436</id><published>2008-12-25T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:45:25.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>What im thinking...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.wondercomments.com/thinking_of_you/thinking_of_you_comment_04.jpg" src="http://www.wondercomments.com/thinking_of_you/thinking_of_you_comment_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever felt like you don’t really belong anywhere? That you are stuck between two cultures and at times it feels like two worlds? You can’t seem to satisfy either one, and people ridicule you for that. I don’t know why I have this feeling. Maybe I felt it more as a worker, than at any time in my life. I am just very different. Also, I don’t ridicule others, or bother to say anything negative about anyone. When I don’t like what someone says, or disagree with someone, I just leave it and move on. It does not affect me in any way. Yet, others think that what I say is set in stone, and it is gold and needs to be melted away and changed for their pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what time is now? It’s ok, I will tell you. It is past 3:30 am. Yes, it is a little late for a person who is just sitting there doing nothing, and cannot sleep. Did I ever mention that I suffer from insomnia? I think I did in the past when I spent up to 72 hours wide awake and writing the silliest posts ever. Yes, those were the days. However, why am I still awake today when I am worry free? I need an answer! Where the hell is a shrink when you need ‘em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insomnia pushed me to the limit tonight. I am fully awake. I don’t even yawn. I am more alert now than after consuming my mug of coffee in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my point? I am not on crack here or anything. I am being serious. I am just a bit confused today and felt like smashing something, but I couldn’t find anything breakable and worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-8413627264523661436?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8413627264523661436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=8413627264523661436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8413627264523661436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8413627264523661436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-im-thinking.html' title='What im thinking...?'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-7509420413413600945</id><published>2008-10-28T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:23:54.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>You right....???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SQfy1AgsOqI/AAAAAAAAARE/uptJVZyC8IE/s1600-h/malay_wedding_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SQfy1AgsOqI/AAAAAAAAARE/uptJVZyC8IE/s320/malay_wedding_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262441682089818786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a major difference between animals and humans. Obviously it is the human intellectual thought process that is completely different than an animal’s. Moreover, there is a difference between choosing someone you want to spend your life with, and someone else choosing them for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it is a weak personality on the man’s side. Some think that parents care too much about society’s acceptance of another family’s social standard that entices them to take such an action. Others believe that beauty is what they are seeking; unfortunately, only physical beauty.,&lt;span id="fulpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why people think that physical beauty will last forever; last time I checked a biology book, there was this thing called aging. Why can’t those mothers see that in the mirror? Or are they blind and can’t tell that they grew up as well, and honestly, many of them are not that attractive anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do these mothers take that extra step to choose a wife for their sons, why can’t the sons do it them selves? So, is the girl chosen supposed to be a treasured ornament for her son and that’s it? I don’t get it. Why do these girls accept such a proposal? A girl barely knows the guy, and probably only saw him a few times and made small conversations with him, and ends up marrying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t a girl choose for her self? Why can’t a girl say NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if things turned around and a girl wants to choose those qualities in a man, as in beauty and attractiveness? Not many guys would end being married at that rate of selection. So, why can’t a girl say, I want this guy! Why is it always the mother of the man making those decisions? Or better yet, why can’t two people choose each other? Why the middle person? Why let someone else do it for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky because I am as stubborn as a goat. I am also sick of both ends of the spectrum. You know what’s funny, I get so many people emailing me through my site per day asking me the same question, “can I have your phone please? Can I chat with you and get to know you?” Although, I specifically wrote a warning saying don’t send me such a proposal, but to no avail. No one reads, or they read and think I am joking. Why would a girl like me, at my age, not like a nice email from a guy who is far away, well educated, well off, and is polite enough to email me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to answer that in one line or paragraph, because my real answer is for you to read my entire blog. See what I have been through, read my perception of life, and tell me, why would I? I made a choice, although it is not the smartest choice and looked down upon in this society I was inevitably born into, but I made it for my peace of mind. I keep thinking, what is my purpose in my life? What have I done that will make someone else think that she is worth it? In my eyes, what has that guy done and his perception of life and what he wants from it that will make me change my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am picky, and I have the right to be. No one makes my decisions for me. No one can tell me what is better or worse, and I have to live my life, grow up, and make the best choice I can ever make. It’s for my sake, and no one else’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/fulpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-7509420413413600945?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7509420413413600945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=7509420413413600945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7509420413413600945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7509420413413600945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-right.html' title='You right....???'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SQfy1AgsOqI/AAAAAAAAARE/uptJVZyC8IE/s72-c/malay_wedding_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-4801275132364019985</id><published>2008-09-28T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:24:02.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SOARqkhwicI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MAF01lRzQTo/s1600-h/Selamat_Hari_Raya_AidilFitri_by_ArtOfhKm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SOARqkhwicI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MAF01lRzQTo/s320/Selamat_Hari_Raya_AidilFitri_by_ArtOfhKm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251216588571445698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to wish Selamat Hari Raya AidilFitri, Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin to all  and please drive safely... may God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-4801275132364019985?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4801275132364019985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=4801275132364019985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4801275132364019985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4801275132364019985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SOARqkhwicI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MAF01lRzQTo/s72-c/Selamat_Hari_Raya_AidilFitri_by_ArtOfhKm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-2177903816041164417</id><published>2008-06-25T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:08:27.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>I lost my self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SGL58Ra2vdI/AAAAAAAAALw/NxyfUd7lGhA/s1600-h/idiocy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SGL58Ra2vdI/AAAAAAAAALw/NxyfUd7lGhA/s320/idiocy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216006132311965138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got many emails and many post ideas to talk about. Some people emailed me with great questions that needs to be addressed. Well, actually my opinion about some issues need to be addressed, and I just haven’t been motivated to write much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write every day about my life, but I don’t know if I can today. I have just been feeling sick. I am not physically sick that I can’t walk or talk like some people think. I am just tired and unhappy. I have no joy in life anymore, and I feel lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely lost. I really am. I don’t feel like my self anymore. I forgot who I am, and what I tried to pursue in life. I keep thinking that no, I want to shape up my destiny. I want to control it, but I can’t. I am just really depressed and very stressed out. It’s not just work, but life in general. I want a change and need a chance so badly and so quickly. I think it is just patience. I lost every ounce of it and it is making me depressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. I am just going to sleep. I will go to work tomorrow and will say… quang...quang...quang.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-2177903816041164417?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2177903816041164417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=2177903816041164417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2177903816041164417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2177903816041164417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-lost-my-self.html' title='I lost my self'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SGL58Ra2vdI/AAAAAAAAALw/NxyfUd7lGhA/s72-c/idiocy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-1280884183989827610</id><published>2008-06-20T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:01:36.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><title type='text'>All day deleting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SGL4K-TgXmI/AAAAAAAAALo/BEfNeygT_EQ/s1600-h/gmail%2Bemail%2Bblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SGL4K-TgXmI/AAAAAAAAALo/BEfNeygT_EQ/s320/gmail%2Bemail%2Bblog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216004185855647330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I sat there reading his emails, one after the other I realized that my past life is over. Every time I read one, and saw what my reply was, I thought to my self that the way I wrote to him was the same as I wrote on my blog. Same style and assertive tone. I wasn’t mean. I only became mean in the end. The last few emails and my blog ideology were identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered why I was such an expressive writer. It’s because of all the emails. People who know me in person know that I communicate mostly via writing such as: emails, text messages, and chat. In the final year that I knew him, the only communication that we had was through email or text messages. He didn’t want to talk to me, or see me, but he used email to show his true colours. The colours were a bit faded, but I increased the contrast to see better. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity my self till this day that I used this blog as revenge. Revenge to not only him, but anyone that bothered me. I made it public, and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t end what I started, and I let it be the tool to end everything. I had to end it. No other method worked. I wanted to end it by hate. It was the only way that I could think of. I became heartless towards him and made him hate me and hate everyone around me. I knew he was weak, and those who are weak are easily manipulated and believe anything you say. He believed it. I ended it. I spent all day reading, and all day deleting. That’s all I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-1280884183989827610?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1280884183989827610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=1280884183989827610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/1280884183989827610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/1280884183989827610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-day-deleting.html' title='All day deleting'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SGL4K-TgXmI/AAAAAAAAALo/BEfNeygT_EQ/s72-c/gmail%2Bemail%2Bblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-2711703657767601646</id><published>2008-06-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:14:14.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>One-sided love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SEgevIgzkxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/znAUaRZG4bY/s1600-h/love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SEgevIgzkxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/znAUaRZG4bY/s320/love-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208446764141744914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a few articles about relationships and I came across the term “one-sided love.” Every time I hear or read that phrase I quiver in my seat and think of what I did to my life. You can ask so many people if they were ever in a one-sided love relationship, and they would say yes. Others may argue that there is no such thing as one-sided love. Love has to be mutual. I disagree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not mutual. Not all the time. Sometimes people pretend to love you for various unknown selfish reasons, and you think it is mutual love. Sometimes people pretend to love you because they just need the company and to show off. Once you see any sign of this happening in a relationship, the other person is being used and abused emotionally. Then you automatically know that the relationship will end soon and become a long lasting what if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if? Ahh.. I think I am having a bad day. I think it has to do with my pointless life. It also has to do with it being wedding season and I keep getting dragged to people’s weddings that I don’t know and wonder why they are 6 years younger than me and getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my life suck or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-2711703657767601646?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2711703657767601646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=2711703657767601646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2711703657767601646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2711703657767601646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-sided-love.html' title='One-sided love'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/SEgevIgzkxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/znAUaRZG4bY/s72-c/love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-2172217190718618110</id><published>2008-04-20T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:33:11.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duit internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online money'/><title type='text'>Rahsia Perniagaan Digital.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.perniagaandigital.purebizz.com/images/cover-med.jpg" align="middle" border="0" height="301" hspace="18" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lama saya tidak membuat posting, bukan malas tetapi  sibuk dengan kerja yang semakin banyak, ada permintaan suruh saya berblog dalam bahasa Malaysia, jadi ini adalah posting saya yang pertama dalam bahasa Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya hendak bercerita tentang, hasil kerja terbaru dari "penggiat internet" terkemuka di Malaysia, Saudara Zamri Nanyan yang telah melancarkan sebuah ebook mudah dan terpadat mengenai cara-cara bagaimana anda dapat menjana wang di internet dengan cara yang betul, melalui ebook nya yang bertajuk “&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://perniagaandigital.purebizz.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Rahsia Perniagaan Digital&lt;/a&gt;“.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah panduan ringkas tapi padat yang ditulis khas untuk anda. 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Cepat bertindak sebelum terlambat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara bonus yang anda terhebat yang anda cari pasti : Super Email Spider iaitu Perisian yang membolehkan anda menjaring alamat email yang banyak di internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mengetahui apakah bonus lain yang ditawarkan anda dijemput dengan segala hormat nya ke laman web “&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://perniagaandigital.purebizz.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Rahsia Perniagaan Digital&lt;/a&gt;“.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-2172217190718618110?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2172217190718618110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=2172217190718618110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2172217190718618110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2172217190718618110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/04/rahsia-perniagaan-digital.html' title='Rahsia Perniagaan Digital.'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-8752908293603071481</id><published>2008-04-01T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:34:01.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R_LT7PSLS5I/AAAAAAAAALI/qgETGBAylNo/s1600-h/suicide.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R_LT7PSLS5I/AAAAAAAAALI/qgETGBAylNo/s320/suicide.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184439135725374354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to remaining yours about...warning signs of suicide...Please don't do this at home!But if you are going to do it, here's a package that will keep you somewhat signs before your harm yourself... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking about death, self harm or suicide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling helpless or hopeless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling worthless or like a burden to others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting affairs in order or saying “goodbye”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acting recklessly, as if one has a “death wish”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeking out weapons or pills that could be used to commit suicide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-8752908293603071481?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8752908293603071481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=8752908293603071481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8752908293603071481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8752908293603071481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/04/warning-signs-of-suicide.html' title=''/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R_LT7PSLS5I/AAAAAAAAALI/qgETGBAylNo/s72-c/suicide.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-5304479021850539339</id><published>2008-03-15T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T06:00:26.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Find an ending reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R9vIW_2MvoI/AAAAAAAAALA/pUeKlVNJAwA/s1600-h/not-a-good-reason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R9vIW_2MvoI/AAAAAAAAALA/pUeKlVNJAwA/s320/not-a-good-reason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177952494013955714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do you do when you know that your life is really not that great? I have no drive to do anything and people still read my blog trying to find an ending or a reason for my writings. I don’t really have a reason or an objective or anything to really focus on. I just write. People read. I never really cared who or why. I never thought that anyone would take any interest in reading an open diary of random thoughts of a person like me. In real life people don’t take any interest in me. Don’t even talk to me much or care to ask how I am. Yet, they would rather spend time reading my blog and not talk to me. I never knew why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my writing that different to who I really am that people would rather read than talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood people, and at times I really wished I never made this blog, but I had my reasons. Now, I have no reason to keep writing. I don’t benefit from writing on here or present anything interesting to the world that someone else out there hasn’t done. It’s better to just have a private diary and just write on it from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do anymore, but I know that maintaining a daily blog has become pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-5304479021850539339?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5304479021850539339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=5304479021850539339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/5304479021850539339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/5304479021850539339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/03/find-ending-reason.html' title='Find an ending reason'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R9vIW_2MvoI/AAAAAAAAALA/pUeKlVNJAwA/s72-c/not-a-good-reason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-3236449246321576314</id><published>2008-02-19T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:41:15.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>What’s wrong with playing internet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R7uufKmOg5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/G7PtLey_cIg/s1600-h/frog%2Beyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R7uufKmOg5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/G7PtLey_cIg/s320/frog%2Beyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168916847781643154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom just smacked me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get off the computer! Look at your red eyes. It it bulging out like a frog!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are not even winning! So stop playing frog eyes!! mauahahaha”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R7u3uKmOg6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/uGKL4mb3Vwg/s1600-h/my%2Baircond%2Bheater.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R7u3uKmOg6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/uGKL4mb3Vwg/s320/my%2Baircond%2Bheater.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168927001084330914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long journey in a non-airconditioned car is simply tortuous. On A recent trip from JB to Malacca, my car’s air-con unit began playing up by blowing lukewarm barely one hour into the journey. Five minutes later, a loud screech could be heard above the sound of “Road to Hell”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched the air-con unit off and turned the music down. I have a choice, I can either tolerate the heat, quietly, or I can return to JB and leave for Malacca another day after everything is in working order again. The desire to get to Malacca was so huge that I agreed to put up with a two-hour drive on what just had to be one of the hottest days of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, was feeling extremely disgruntled. Less than a week before, I’d had my car serviced and had paid a Rm900 for a new air-con compressor with a others service charges. As I drove along with the windows down, I became hotter and hotter, and I felt I had to vent my spleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I phoned my mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My air-con isn’t working,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh!” came back his response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you realise how hot it is today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bring your car in and I will have a look at it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t do that. I’m on way to Malacca. Do you realise how many miles without air-con that is?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Er, I don’t ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Goodbye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway into my journey, I pulled into a RNR Pagoh. Traffic in the parking lot was bumper to bumper, and the fumes coming through my open window had almost reached asphyxiation level. I parked my car illegally. When your clothes are sticking to your body and your lungs are filled with carbon monoxide fumes, the last thing you want to do is follow the rules. You want a cold drink in a cold environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered a KFC restaurants . Big mistake,  It was packed to the seams with hungry travellers and staffed by people who did everything at an excruciatingly slow pace. And they called it fast food. Mind you, some of the slowness could be put down to those indecisive customers who only start thinking about what they want to eat when they’re asked. It never occurs to them that standing in line presents a good opportunity to study the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asserting the rights of seniority, I claimed the only available chair in the restaurant. I stood there and calmly ate their ayam goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hours later, when I arrived in Malacca, I stumbled out of my car with a painful sunburn down one side of my upper torso and a small box of KFC in my hands. I would have to make the return journey to JB under similar conditions, but I didn’t want to think about it just then. I had other things on my mind. Like, should I have the cold air sirap limau  first...muahahahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-3236449246321576314?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3236449246321576314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=3236449246321576314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/3236449246321576314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/3236449246321576314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-wrong-with-playing-internet.html' title='What’s wrong with playing internet?'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R7uufKmOg5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/G7PtLey_cIg/s72-c/frog%2Beyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-5946270820933047250</id><published>2008-02-12T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:59:56.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Stop google the Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R7Jc2amOg3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/73z0Siy7ciw/s1600-h/bottle%2Bsexy%2Bjournal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R7Jc2amOg3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/73z0Siy7ciw/s320/bottle%2Bsexy%2Bjournal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166293812469728114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all of our errands completed this weekend. I love the feeling of accomplishment. So I love the tracking software I use on this blog. It shows me how people found the site whether it was by an internet search, a blog, an email, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today as I was perusing the hits, I noticed that someone found me by typing the following phrase in Google:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"sexy ass by bottle and free trails"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm doubtful they meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"trails"&lt;/span&gt; and pretty sure they were looking for free "trials", but I admit to giggling out loud when I read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how in the world did that phrase get them to My blog?...thanks to a bottle, thankyou very much!!... ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-5946270820933047250?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5946270820933047250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=5946270820933047250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/5946270820933047250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/5946270820933047250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-google-bottle.html' title='Stop google the Bottle'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R7Jc2amOg3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/73z0Siy7ciw/s72-c/bottle%2Bsexy%2Bjournal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-6200279976032232460</id><published>2008-02-06T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:39:26.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods and drink'/><title type='text'>Terenganu sushi appetizers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R6qnbklCURI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_PCs4qpBRDQ/s1600-h/ritaemiliaavatar1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R6qnbklCURI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_PCs4qpBRDQ/s320/ritaemiliaavatar1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164124014851019026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been trying to sit down and write a blog for a few days now, but between the holiday traveling schedule and playing catch up at work, I just haven't had the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after EIGHT hours in the car on Wednesday, I finally arrived in Terengganu at 6.00 pm  for my company meeting. Traffic was a bitch and it was raining almost the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Trengganu, I had a good time, my girlfriends, fiza and nani was helped me to load the truck with my working paper ;-) and drop them off at my hotel room at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         Grand Continental Hotel. We then went out for a few drinks and some Terenganu sushi appetizers ( Keropok Lekor... hihihi).  So after Sushi Rock appetizers, we went to Dinner...wahhh... was sweety! It was different not being at my hometowns (more spice) but it was nice to create some new memories and after I looked at my watch and realized we had been "food shoppings",  for 6 hours straight, I rallied the troops and we went home to my hotels room for sleeping therapy session ....!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-6200279976032232460?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6200279976032232460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=6200279976032232460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/6200279976032232460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/6200279976032232460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/02/terengaanu-sushi-appetizers.html' title='Terenganu sushi appetizers'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R6qnbklCURI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_PCs4qpBRDQ/s72-c/ritaemiliaavatar1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-2578171895760456618</id><published>2008-02-02T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:49:57.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods and drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>A coffee cup, like it or not ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R6MFVklCUMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/i9GLmGj9V4g/s1600-h/setarbakopicino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R6MFVklCUMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/i9GLmGj9V4g/s320/setarbakopicino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161975466051129538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Village Starbucks..! I like coffee, but I had to&lt;br /&gt;drink another few glasses of water&lt;br /&gt;to clear my throat and tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee was a threat to the lives of unborn babies but by today it was the secret to beating ovarian cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the experts are so confused about coffee, how do the rest of us cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best solution, probably, is to believe what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t face the day without a caffeine shot, you’ll want to read it can ward off cancer, boost female sex drive and keep your liver healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you’re trying to wean yourself off it, you’ll want to hear it can damage sperm, trigger insomnia and raise the risk of heart attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you can pick your own drink, why not pick your own story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIKE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stops baldness:&lt;/span&gt; Caffeine can block chemicals that damage hair follicles. The bad news is you’d have to drink 60 coffees a day to have any effect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keeps skin healthy:&lt;/span&gt; Drinking coffee combined with regular exercise protects against skin cancer, say US scientists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prevents cancer:&lt;/span&gt; Women who down several cups a day are less likely to get ovarian cancer, claim experts at Harvard Medical School. But decaf doesn’t work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boosts sex drive:&lt;/span&gt; Fellas asked back for coffee are in luck. It boosts female sex drive (but only if the drinker isn’t used to it).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aids memory: &lt;/span&gt;Three cups a day can keep a woman’s memory fresh and ward off dementia, according to French research.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stops diabetes: &lt;/span&gt;Six or seven coffees a day may ward off Type 2 diabetes – even if you are overweight and do not exercise, a Finnish study claims.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fights eye problems:&lt;/span&gt; Two cups a day can help to prevent blepharospasm – an irritating eyelid tremor which can persist for months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keeps liver healthy:&lt;/span&gt; Four cups a day can slash risk of cirrhosis of the liver by 80 per cent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promotes insomnia:&lt;/span&gt; After-dinner coffee causes insomnia by blocking the flow of brain hormone melatonin that sends us to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn’t pep you up:&lt;/span&gt; A morning cuppa doesn’t actually make you more alert, says Bristol University research. It just counters withdrawal symptoms you have in the night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damages sperm:&lt;/span&gt; Men who down three cups a day may risk infertility. US scientists claim it can sometimes damage sperm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Triggers heart attacks:&lt;/span&gt; Too much coffee may spark a heart attack, especially in those with certain genes that slow the rate at which the body processes caffeine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Causes miscarriage: &lt;/span&gt;New research suggests just two coffees a day may be enough to cause miscarriage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interacts with drugs:&lt;/span&gt; Downing a couple of paracetamol with your morning coffee could damage your liver beyond repair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-2578171895760456618?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2578171895760456618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=2578171895760456618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2578171895760456618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2578171895760456618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/02/coffee-cup-lik-it-or-not.html' title='A coffee cup, like it or not ?'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R6MFVklCUMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/i9GLmGj9V4g/s72-c/setarbakopicino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-7424878212499236464</id><published>2008-01-29T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:03:54.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>Four possibilities to receive ruined</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R5-woUlCULI/AAAAAAAAAF8/woMD-bkK-is/s1600-h/wreck%2Bargue%2Brelationships.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 163px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R5-woUlCULI/AAAAAAAAAF8/woMD-bkK-is/s320/wreck%2Bargue%2Brelationships.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161037904755183794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you've already got the winters of blues - the read thing you want is tons suffering on your own.  But dark nights CAN lead tons dark endings if you're emergency careful, I has the FOUR Main relationship wreckers for couples ton watch our for. :&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A) Poor communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When couples aren’t talking enough, little niggles become monster issues, with rows on money, sex, work, children and housework topping the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But relationship psychotherapist Paula Hall says although arguments start of from a difference in opinion, couples should be able to negotiate a compromise – if they are chatty and patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Talk, talk, talk and more talk,” says Paula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It can be difficult when you are both busy and exhausted, but it’s the most important thing you can do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B) Routines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routines might be comfortable and secure, but they can also create boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a major issue when sex becomes a routine chore. When you know what is going to happen from first to last base it can seem pointless to bother because the excitement is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arguing about how often to have sex is nearly always about feeling loved and cared for,” says Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A sex therapist can help with this but couples should try to spice things up in the bedroom with things they have not tried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Try acting out a fantasy or spending more time just concentrating on pleasing your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C) Not making enough time for one-another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partner should be your best friend and you should want to spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a demanding job, children and different groups of mates it can be hard to find time for just the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But try to re-create the days when you first started seeing each other and made time to ‘hang out’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D) Insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal insecurities eat away at a relationship faster than a swarm of locusts at the salad counter - creating jealousy and paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can result from a bad experience in a past relationship, which has left you with low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her plastic surgeon would testify, actor Melanie Griffith clearly has insecurities about ageing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her toyboy husband, heartthrob Antonio Banderas, agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hollywood stars are not supposed to be perfection,” he said. “I think it is a mistake. I like her the way she is. Wrinkles are beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your partner is happy with you, try to be happy with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having that confidence will make you even more attractive and will nip the jealousy thing in the bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a restaurant for a drink and talk about fun things – NOT about housework or the kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have dinners for two and snuggle up to watch a DVD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a weekend trip away together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the house to yourself and give each other a long massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-7424878212499236464?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7424878212499236464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=7424878212499236464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7424878212499236464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7424878212499236464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/01/four-possibilities-to-receive-ruined.html' title='Four possibilities to receive ruined'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R5-woUlCULI/AAAAAAAAAF8/woMD-bkK-is/s72-c/wreck%2Bargue%2Brelationships.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-533904051860834830</id><published>2008-01-21T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:26:24.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colouring your hair..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R5ViKtz0suI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A74DmEvU_sU/s1600-h/colouring+my+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 194px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R5ViKtz0suI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A74DmEvU_sU/s320/colouring+my+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158136884457943778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIR COLOURING&lt;/span&gt; is the in thing nowadays and Malaysians have caught on the trend, as testified by the increasing number of blondes and red heads in the city. To avoid hair disasters, consultation with a good hair colourist is important. Unfortunately, there are not many truly qualified hair colourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colourist should be able to recommend colours that enhance the customer's appearance or image and to dissuade the customer tactfully from one that will cause disastrous results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before recommending a colour, the colourist will ask the customer questions in order to assess his/her personality, career, and position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Customers have one of the following three types of personality: Fashionable, Self-belonging and Laggards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fashionable&lt;/span&gt; likes really outrageous colours like patches of different colours: pink, electric blue and then with a streak of purple down the middle perhaps. These are individualists with the devil-may-care attitude.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-belonging&lt;/span&gt;, follows trends. For example, men now wear shoulder length or longer hair that can be tied in a pony tail versus the conventional hairstyle. Also, this group is most likely to go for obvious hair colours.In generally recommends lighter shades to brighten up. The individualistic type will accept tones even three times lighter than their natural hair, plus some highlighted streaks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The laggards&lt;/span&gt; first reaction will be: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I won't be seen dead with that."&lt;/span&gt; But, ultimately, familiarity breeds acceptance; he/she then may happily blend in, perhaps two to three years later. When they see how good they look, they will come around and be a bit more adventurous later on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The right colours, when applied well, should give your hair life and lift that will also reflect on your personality. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-533904051860834830?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/533904051860834830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=533904051860834830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/533904051860834830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/533904051860834830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/01/colouring-your-hair.html' title='Colouring your hair..?'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R5ViKtz0suI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A74DmEvU_sU/s72-c/colouring+my+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-7918959515964161122</id><published>2008-01-19T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T03:42:48.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>Smart women and the Stupid mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R5HiGdz0ssI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qvAJwvIR6K0/s1600-h/womens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R5HiGdz0ssI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qvAJwvIR6K0/s320/womens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157151649025012418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of life’s great mysteries is women’s turbulent relationship with their other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every woman who has loved, lost and embarrassed herself, but in truth, what we already know: you don’t need a man to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are women still doing stupid things for men? We took to the streets to find out:&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All women to grow up and be a man. Women are so driven by the desire to exist through men that they miss the positive examples male behaviour can offer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, if women studied male examples in assertion, courage, purpose, dreams and perseverance, they might live more fulfilling lives and stop blaming men for all their disappointments and unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Men don’t stay in relationships when they don’t think it’s working. Stephen Hawking walked out on his marriage, and the man has no legs.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are supposed to have husbands. We are validated by that, and we validate ourselves that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid cohabitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s say you’re one of the lucky girls who aren’t married yet. However, you do have a boyfriend with whom you want to test the waters before you take the BIG plunge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you do, imagine Beauty and the Beast living together in their big, enchanted castle. Now imagine how much hair the Beast would have left in the shower drain, and how he is so darn possessive of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly fairytale stuff, but Beauty is dying to change him – except he’s stubborn as a Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women usually decide to move in for a myriad of reasons that are self-delusional, not to mention selfish. They move in to be protected, to be wanted and to recreate the “Happily Ever After” fantasy from watching one too many Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life isn’t a cartoon......!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more un-sexy to a man than watching drag queen extraordinaire RuPaul trying to pole dance? A woman who tries to mould him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women should not turn into whiners just because a man hasn’t turned out the way she expected him to. Since you can’t just magically turn a slimy frog into Prince Charming with a flick of the wand, it’s best to heed the early warning signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advent of technology has brought about a new host of problems for women. The Internet has become a choice hangout to scout for potential mates – and it isn’t without its pitfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online romances should all come with a gigantic warning sign because a computer impairs not only one’s vision, but also one’s judgment. Just think of all the women you know who “found love” online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think of all those who didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chances of ending up happy and in love like Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks in You’ve Got Mail, is as slim as Kate Moss on a diet. It isn’t love just because you e-mail each other every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 21st century has given rise to a generation of alpha females who are intent on climbing the corporate ladder in their four-inch Manolos and making enough money to put Donald Trump to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, “ambition” isn’t a four-letter word. You don’t have to be apologetic about it. But what happens when it becomes all-consuming, to the point where you lose sight of everything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s just one word that our culture bestows on that supremely ambitious woman who unrepentantly values her career:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That’s what I am. And I really don’t care what others think” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d make the feminists of yesteryears very proud. I wouldn’t have allowed any man to get in the way of my career a few years ago. Not even Brad Pitt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I wasn’t happy....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It wasn’t because I was single. I’ve been disappointed by men in the past, and it was in my career that I found fulfilment. Nevertheless, I had this big, gaping hole that I needed to fill with things I wanted. And there were so many! I wanted to travel the world, wanted my Chanel bags, a bigger home . . . so I worked my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have showed interest in me over the years, but I was too cynical. They became invisible to me after a while. Even the genuine ones who weren’t intimidated by my success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I thought I was happy this way, until one day, I fell ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm started to change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Living has become such a pleasure. I’m no longer highly-strung and I’m beginning to find joy in everyday things. People started opening themselves up to me and this led to a chance encounter with my soul mate five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life’s more meaningful now that I have someone to share it with. Now I cringe just thinking about all those years I wasted.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let’s face it&lt;/span&gt; – today’s women may have better education and careers compared to a generation ago, but we’re still making the same mistakes, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don’t dictate our lives – we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The responsibility for steering our lives in the right direction lies with us, and the choices we make do not have to revolve around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try looking inside instead. Be balanced in your approach to life. “Women need to get out of their comfort zone and have faith in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It takes independence and confidence to do so. I know it’s easier said than done, but nowadays, women are able to cope better with all the support groups that are available, even on the Internet”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all. It’s not about men,...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-7918959515964161122?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7918959515964161122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=7918959515964161122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7918959515964161122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7918959515964161122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/01/smart-women-and-stupid-mistakes.html' title='Smart women and the Stupid mistakes'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R5HiGdz0ssI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qvAJwvIR6K0/s72-c/womens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-5806241625054457050</id><published>2008-01-14T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T02:30:25.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The day after tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4s5m9z0sqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U1WN6iJ6dFs/s1600-h/the+day+after+tomorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4s5m9z0sqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U1WN6iJ6dFs/s320/the+day+after+tomorrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155277540045402786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopping a plane tomorrow to fly back to JB. It's been a long trip and I'm ready to be going home. But after the last three days here, KL is also really starting to feel like home as well. I'll have to start thinking of a new definition of what I call home. :-) ..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So may, I postponed my plane, to go home until I could afford to forget my new feel..?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking...............,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people postpone their happiness and quality of time spent with their mate and family, because they honestly believe that there is always tomorrow. Many people think, "Someday, when I have more money, someday when I'm less stressed, someday when I'm not so tired, that's when I'll concentrate on my personal life." In fact, some of you may be living your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never put off till tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow." NO ONE KNOWS IF THEY WILL BE HERE TOMORROW...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-5806241625054457050?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5806241625054457050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=5806241625054457050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/5806241625054457050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/5806241625054457050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The day after tomorrow'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4s5m9z0sqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U1WN6iJ6dFs/s72-c/the+day+after+tomorrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-2621740632792658801</id><published>2008-01-12T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:49:19.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>My Dreams Health -Laugther Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4nA0tz0soI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dgA8lxDqSyA/s1600-h/Healthy+jokes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 270px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4nA0tz0soI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dgA8lxDqSyA/s320/Healthy+jokes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154863260384932482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman walked up to a little old man rocking in a chair on his porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, couldn't help but notice how happy you look," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's you secret for a long and happy life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I smoke three packs of cigarettes a day," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I drink a case of whiskey a week, eat fatty foods and don't exercise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's amazing," the woman said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twenty Six."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4nAr9z0snI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ay5KsrMp74I/s1600-h/dreams+jokes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4nAr9z0snI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ay5KsrMp74I/s320/dreams+jokes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154863110061077106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman walk-up and tells her husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dreamed you gave me a beautiful pearl necklace for our anniversary. What do you think it means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will know tonight," he replies with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, the man comes home with a small package and gives it to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delighted, she opens it. Inside it a book entitled&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; "The Meaning of Dreams."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-2621740632792658801?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2621740632792658801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=2621740632792658801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2621740632792658801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/2621740632792658801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-dreams-health-laugther-jokes.html' title='My Dreams Health -Laugther Jokes'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4nA0tz0soI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dgA8lxDqSyA/s72-c/Healthy+jokes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-7463669914314220627</id><published>2008-01-11T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T03:10:21.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frienships'/><title type='text'>True friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4X8Zdz0smI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MHljqalms1A/s1600-h/friendship+journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4X8Zdz0smI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MHljqalms1A/s320/friendship+journey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153802863024321122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE has to be blessed to have good friends. Some are luckier than others. We often hear people boasting about how lucky they are to have so many friends. And on the surface, yes, they have hundreds of friends. In fact if one is rich, famous and/or very successful, one will have everyone claiming to be a “friend”. Of course, one will never know the value of real friendship until a person goes through trying times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the true meaning of friendship? If you ask around, you will get so many different definitions and explanations and all of them will be based on people’s own experiences – good and bad. There are those who will say that his friend saw him through his darkest hour. I will tell you that my best friend helped me keep sane for two years when my life was in turmoil. Some will tell you that talking to a friend is the daily “dose of tonic” they need.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of a friend are you? What kind of friends do you have? Are you one who will only make friends with people of your kind, or are you one who looks for kindred spirits. Do you have great friends at the workplace or are the colleagues you think as friends quite happy to stick a dagger in your back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a good friend? Let’s make a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone who is not judgmental but will tell you the truth about you and your actions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who does not compete with you unfairly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone who is thrilled when things go brilliantly for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A person who cheers you up when things look down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who defends you bravely when people are vicious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who is there to boost your morale and motivate you when you have failed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone who will laugh with you, cry with you, and act silly, when the situation requires it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who befriends you irrespective of who you are or where you come from.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and lasting friendships are always a blessing. Some friendships formed at school last a lifetime. Some people have friends but as they grow older, they change, their interests change and they move on and make other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real friendship is like this. Time is of no essence. You can meet after four decades and it makes no difference to the joy and comradeship that you feel. The only issue would be trying to catch up with details about what you’ve been doing with your lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-7463669914314220627?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7463669914314220627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=7463669914314220627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7463669914314220627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7463669914314220627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/01/true-friendships.html' title='True friendships'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4X8Zdz0smI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MHljqalms1A/s72-c/friendship+journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-7799565951811629606</id><published>2008-01-10T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:14:32.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Exotic Hidden Beasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4XTRtz0sgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zx_dFaGlRzY/s1600-h/food+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4XTRtz0sgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zx_dFaGlRzY/s320/food+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153757649903596034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIONS scamper in bowls, water snakes coil in tanks and cats whine in cramped cages, waiting to be slaughtered, skinned and served for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous tastes, everthing from cats to insects are sold alongside fowl and freshlycaught fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outbreak of the SARS virus in 2002 resulted in a local gourmet favourite – the civet – being banished to the black market. The racoon-like animal was blamed for spreading SARS, which infected 8,000 people globally and killed 800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But exotic wildlife and squalor have returned to the market, making health officials worried that another killer virus could emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Severe Respiratory Disease Syndrome (SARS) virus emerged in Malaysia, authorities have fought to rectify the country’s image and clean up it’s market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, sights abound that would send even the most ardent carnivores running. In a dark shop near the new medicine mall, faeces and urine drip like goo thorough stacked cages of squawking chickens and meowing cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, Thats mean this kind of human, can eat anything with legs or not except the dinner... table.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-7799565951811629606?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7799565951811629606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=7799565951811629606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7799565951811629606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7799565951811629606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/01/exotic-hidden-beasts.html' title='Exotic Hidden Beasts'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4XTRtz0sgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zx_dFaGlRzY/s72-c/food+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-283470019626578798</id><published>2008-01-08T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:13:36.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>From JB to KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4RPztz0sfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VBe6MFjl4Qw/s1600-h/im+fly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4RPztz0sfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VBe6MFjl4Qw/s320/im+fly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153331623507571186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got up early  and basically worked through until about 9 PM then sent my report off to KL Office. Since then, I seem to have done nothing but work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im typing as fast as i can as i have to catch a flight in just a bit lol!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a flight to KLIA to meet Sarah! and tomorrow is holiday..but on friday, I had a meeting at Bukit Bintang....after that i'm free.... ( Free to shopping... :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to cancel my trip to Melaka and postpone the one to Singapore to next week. I'll visit my friends, Johan tomorrow and Maybe i'm fly back, next Monday to JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god,  The week has been steadily busy for me..... Anyway goodluck to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-283470019626578798?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/283470019626578798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=283470019626578798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/283470019626578798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/283470019626578798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-jb-to-kl.html' title='From JB to KL'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R4RPztz0sfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VBe6MFjl4Qw/s72-c/im+fly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-8755277857699969381</id><published>2008-01-07T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:13:36.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Enabler, Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how sometimes you know people, but you don’t really know them – I mean, not well – and you’d like to get to know them, because you feel like maybe y’all could be really good friends, if only you could find time to catch up and hang out and chat that didn’t involve meeting in passing at a friend’s party when you’re surrounded by tons of people with whom you have to catch up, and so since you’d like to get to know them, you finally decide to hang out, and while hanging out you realize that you were totally right, because this person is actually just as cool as – if not cooler than – you’d imagined, and you’re all excited to be finally spending time together, only to discover that this person is a horrible enabler of your clothes-whore tendencies? Ahhh. forget-it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going shopping in a couple of hours with my friends. The weather has decided to go all grey and miserable though. It should be fun though, hopefully less people will wanna go shopping because of the weather. We fed the stray cat last night and I called it  and it ran up to me but then got a bit cautious and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I am a shopaholic and my friends would say that too, especially when I am off for the six weeks holidays, I go shopping every other day. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be looking for beautiful shoes and handbags. and clothes that flatter my figure. We'll also go book shopping, and maybe somewhere I can get another bookcase, cos mine is full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-8755277857699969381?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8755277857699969381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=8755277857699969381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8755277857699969381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8755277857699969381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2008/01/enabler-friend.html' title='Enabler, Friend'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-4586690805504128966</id><published>2007-12-29T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:59:05.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;energy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and which colour exudes more happy energy than yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that yellow is just plain tacky (and therefore thank heavens it is reserved just for the royalty), think again. The ubiquitous yellow is all about fun and reminiscient of playground vibrancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Painted on soft silk dresses, jackets, belts and flirty tops, yellow has never looked more sophisticated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/465/1600/united%20bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/465/320/united%20bamboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/465/1600/united%20bamboo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/465/320/united%20bamboo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/465/1600/yellow_projectalabama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/465/320/yellow_projectalabama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/465/1600/yellow_D&amp;G.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2586/465/320/yellow_D%26G.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-4586690805504128966?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4586690805504128966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=4586690805504128966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4586690805504128966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4586690805504128966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2007/12/colour-is-energy-and-which-colour.html' title=''/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-414290947958337631</id><published>2007-12-15T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:13:36.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Whats going on......my true life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Unexpected life changes. Anticipated transitions. Long, sleepless nights. What do these three things have in common? The ability to provoke one of the most haunting questions in the library of human introspectives:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"What on earth am I going to do with the rest of my life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="general_text"&gt;&lt;span class="article_text"&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Life is cyclical, from the seasons to moon cycles, everything goes around.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After all, our planet is a sphere.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With that in mind, you can understand why in life you don't just go from A to B in a straight line.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And where there are negative patterns involved, situations which push those buttons will invariably come up again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  I am so unhappy and feel lost. Nothing is going right in any area of my life. I really miss my old life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The only thing I can keep thinking about through all of this is how truly sad it is that as humans we tend to require a shocking and horrifying event to jolt us from our day to day to appreciate life.  We are reminded of the trivial nature of the day to day grind that continually requires us to choose between friends and family........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;Well, I am off to visit a few blogs before the last feeding. I hope I get some good sleep tonight…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-414290947958337631?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/414290947958337631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=414290947958337631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/414290947958337631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/414290947958337631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-going-onmy-true-life.html' title='Whats going on......my true life...'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-8753490003359899712</id><published>2007-08-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:02:25.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashions'/><title type='text'>Puffed-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cX36su5Na-E/RqShxkuxk8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/IOR95X4QlU8/s1600-h/stellaM+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090371351881028546" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cX36su5Na-E/RqShxkuxk8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/IOR95X4QlU8/s320/stellaM+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pinkies and peaches, florals and laces, satins and ribbons. You name it, the fashion world has romanticise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one trend that has set many on fire this season is the puffed-sleeves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From classic little black dresses to sharp office blazers, puffed-sleeves were seen in abundance in the Spring/Summer 2007 shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cX36su5Na-E/RqSiqUuxk9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KI2uOL2CYQ0/s1600-h/YSL_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090372326838604754" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cX36su5Na-E/RqSiqUuxk9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KI2uOL2CYQ0/s320/YSL_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many designers have also carried these romantic girly girl sleeves on to the Resort 2008 shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cX36su5Na-E/RqSgpEuxk6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HwS2EkY7Eko/s1600-h/Marnie+img_82571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090370106340512674" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cX36su5Na-E/RqSgpEuxk6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HwS2EkY7Eko/s320/Marnie+img_82571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090369384786006930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cX36su5Na-E/RqSf_Euxk5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qEbT3746oas/s320/3.1+Phillip+Lim+00300m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Reasons to Wear Puffed-Sleeves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfect cover-up for flabby arms (forget the my-gym-pass-has-expired excuse.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instant femininity (Mom hates you wearing pants all the time? Throw in a puffed-sleeve rock tee)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chic factor (puffed-sleeves are ornamental, they make plain outfits effortlessly stylish)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/Ro7NroGgw4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/L6zqeOJJlcE/s1600-h/zorrosmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-8753490003359899712?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8753490003359899712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=8753490003359899712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8753490003359899712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/8753490003359899712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2007/08/puffed-up.html' title='Puffed-Up'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cX36su5Na-E/RqShxkuxk8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/IOR95X4QlU8/s72-c/stellaM+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-7229536550450459558</id><published>2007-08-18T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:13:36.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>So what are everyone's weekend plans?,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight I'm not too positive what I'm doing. I know I will be spending time with my friend's, I just don't know what we will do yet!, may be I am going to  &lt;b&gt;Best World Cosmic Bowl&lt;/b&gt; at Plaza Best World, Johor Bahru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE BOWLING&lt;/b&gt;. call me crazy! &lt;b&gt;Bowling.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-7229536550450459558?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7229536550450459558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=7229536550450459558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7229536550450459558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7229536550450459558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-4828870581416987751</id><published>2007-04-25T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:13:36.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Will you wait for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-JmEmpZ3ts&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-JmEmpZ3ts&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I finally realise the reason of people saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It hurts to see someone you love with someone else, yet it hurts even more to see the one you loves with you, unhappy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew, its time for me to let go, although I'm not willing to, but it will only be inside me that suffered, not causing anyone suffered along with me, I knew I had to move on with my life, even though it felt like life is meaningless. I wouldnt say its not difficult, yet I knew its worth it, sooner or later. I'll be loving you forever.. Deep inside my heart you'll leave me neverEven if you took my heart and tore it apart I would love you still, forever...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will You Wait For Me&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to you again&lt;br /&gt;Why did you go away&lt;br /&gt;All our time together&lt;br /&gt;Just seems like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought I'd see&lt;br /&gt;A single day without you&lt;br /&gt;The things we take for granted&lt;br /&gt;We can sometimes lose...&lt;br /&gt;And if I promise not to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again, will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz time will pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll never learn to smile&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll make it throughIf you wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;And all the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try&lt;br /&gt;They'll never bring you home to me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wait for me&lt;br /&gt;In heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how it was?&lt;br /&gt;When we never seemed to care&lt;br /&gt;The days went by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I thought you always be there&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Though I know that I must try&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been cheated&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And if I promise not to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again, will I see you again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-4828870581416987751?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4828870581416987751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=4828870581416987751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4828870581416987751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/4828870581416987751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2007/04/will-you-wait-for-me.html' title='Will you wait for me?'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859932538540658653.post-7029508080389927367</id><published>2007-04-15T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T03:36:39.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi...!welcome to my memoryland...my adventures vacations, my great adventures, my loves, my online diaries, my life, my family life, my best life, my term life and my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I don't know what to write or say? It's strange trying to describe about myself.I can't say too "good" things or bad things about myself either... Who can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859932538540658653-7029508080389927367?l=my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7029508080389927367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859932538540658653&amp;postID=7029508080389927367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7029508080389927367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859932538540658653/posts/default/7029508080389927367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-best-life-journey.blogspot.com/2007/04/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my Blog'/><author><name>ritaemilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08753586971933225310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_of-BWgv4i_I/R2O8XmKchlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7W_RCzuFydk/S220/ritaemiliaavatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
