<?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-14476375</id><updated>2011-05-24T16:34:01.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14476375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14476375.post-112182429096494710</id><published>2005-07-19T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:51:30.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blighty here i come</title><content type='html'>with less than 12 hours before my flight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i have really let myself go in the past 3 weeks. &lt;strong&gt;wait&lt;/strong&gt;, i lied. i have let myself go since february. i eat what i want and then feel guilty afterwards, and it is happily showing in my ever-expanding hip circumference (and abdominal, and etc etc). i need to do something (!). is it fate that the hospital i will be working in is next to a FF branch? no more excuses. have to do it now or die of an MI soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i think i have finally succeeded in breaking myself away from the AW group due to the fact that a) i won't be here physically for the next few months, and b) they have stopped contacting me after i failed to attend our first meeting. and i hate that i am somewhat feeling guilty for (supposedly) 'disappointing' my group. maybe they just want to be friends? but i can't kick out this thought that in the future someone will inevitably ask me when i will do my advanced course. pressure pressure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) this time around, 3 weeks actually felt like 3 weeks. it didn't end too quickly, nor did it feel like forever. are things becoming normal finally? haha.. it still hasn't sunk in you know. the fact that i'm going 'home' tonight. i won't be able to have ice-cream, fizzy drink, fries, fried chicken, cheesecake, rotiboi, sup tulang, tempe goreng sambal belacan, kuih badak- ALL IN ONE DAY. gile or what right? definitely gila la. (no wonder i've put on weightla. duh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i am so in love. :) i knew this already but spending time with jim and meeting his family makes me feel so at home and comfortable. can't wait for him to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14476375-112182429096494710?l=ashrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrah.blogspot.com/feeds/112182429096494710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14476375&amp;postID=112182429096494710' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14476375/posts/default/112182429096494710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14476375/posts/default/112182429096494710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrah.blogspot.com/2005/07/blighty-here-i-come.html' title='blighty here i come'/><author><name>boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14476375.post-112159814310043643</id><published>2005-07-17T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T04:02:23.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am one lucky girl</title><content type='html'>i have never been this happy in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. just had to say it out loud. i won't go into the yucky-yucky details but words cannot describe how happy this man makes me feel. just want him to know that i love him dearly and appreciate his courage for coming for our kenduri even though he knew that he would look rather unfamiliar to the guests (read: not related by blood). i was probably trying to kid him (and myself) by telling him that no one would notice him, etcetera but when i tried to put myself into his shoes... terrifying. heh. sorry ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a few members of his family today, and i thoroughly enjoyed myself. very friendly and joyful lot, like mom and tok mak. they made me feel at home. i wish i was here for longer and am dreading wednesday when i am flying back to the land-where-days-end-at-6. am going to miss my dear even though i know that he will be back 2 weeks later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess deep down, i long for the day when i can come back for good and not have to worry about the 13-hour flight, motion sickness, or being homesick for the first 4 weeks. &lt;em&gt;ikut rasa hati&lt;/em&gt;, i would like to do it now or in the near future. but what my mind says is a different thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am procrastinating thinking or discussing about this. i don't know how it will be &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, but i am sure it will make me sad whatever happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya.. i thought this would be a cheery one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: delirium, visa went ok. met fiza at the place- sweet little girl. your long lost admirer (remember 10 things i hate about you? lol) is engaged and will get hitched end of the year i heard. life is full of surprises i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: kudsi, i guess i have converted even more civilians (also known as the drifters) to anti-AW. heh. not my intention, was just conveying what i think about them. my bro is one big fan, and well, being related by blood do mean something. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14476375-112159814310043643?l=ashrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrah.blogspot.com/feeds/112159814310043643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14476375&amp;postID=112159814310043643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14476375/posts/default/112159814310043643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14476375/posts/default/112159814310043643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrah.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-one-lucky-girl.html' title='i am one lucky girl'/><author><name>boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14476375.post-112132323903187802</id><published>2005-07-13T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:40:39.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randoms</title><content type='html'>i attended this 'self-discovery' programme a week ago, mainly because i thought i had to 'teman' my mom since the thing finished at midnight most of the days. i really had no idea what i was putting myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so many things to rant about at the moment. i am more confused than ever. i never thought anyone could be as manipulative as these people. anything i say, they will come up with something that will make me question myself. i am deeply disappointed in myself as i thought i would be stronger than this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my purpose when i initially signed up for this was to be stronger and learn how to stand up for myself, and stop being a 'yes' person. yet, in the end, i was doing the same thing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what is going on in these people's minds. i don't know whether they are aware of what they are doing. bottom line is, it is a business, and i can't really be mad at them for having such a good marketing strategy. making people question about themselves and feeling guilty and getting money out of it. sure. i got something out of it. but to pay 2000 ringgit for it? questionable. if they are so sincere in making the world a better place, why don't they start by having some respect for the strangers like me who was naive enough to be manipulated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? if i say all these things to them, they will come up with something to make me quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't I responsible in signing up in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you notice about yourself ash? Where else in life do you do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of values do you want to create to people around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of this already. Go and scerw other people's lives now will ya? 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