<?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-6196901</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:48:04.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or something like it</title><subtitle type='html'>For every mind has its right to say what it thinks</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ellya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07087611366659368574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901.post-107413188135230123</id><published>2004-01-14T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T17:59:52.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toast, anyone?Last Tuesday, I went to Money MasteryToastmasters Club Meeting in Grand Paradise Hotel, Brickfields. This is the second Toastmasters Club which I had attended after the last visit to SpeakWell Toastmasters Club at Menara HLA. Met up with Abdun (a Money Mastery Toastmater Club member whom I met at SpeakWell club meeting) at KL Sentral and then we walked about 10 minutes to the Grand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107413188135230123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107413188135230123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellya.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413188135230123' title=''/><author><name>ellya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07087611366659368574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901.post-107395784390033604</id><published>2004-01-12T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T17:37:44.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Problems....they never end, do they?Well, when was the last time I updated this blog. I think more than 2 weeks ago. What triggered me to update it this morning is because someone lamented to me yesterday that I should update my blog. OK lah! I coudn't really pinpoint what was the real reason I temporarily stopped from blogging. My works recently was not too demanding. Yes, I know why. It was my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107395784390033604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107395784390033604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellya.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395784390033604' title=''/><author><name>ellya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07087611366659368574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901.post-107327275910551523</id><published>2004-01-04T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T19:19:38.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love: A wake-up callHow far will you go for love? Some people left their families, wealth or even throne for a love grander than life itself. Unsurprisingly, some even killed themselves or other people in the name of love (think "Romeo &amp; Juliet", "Laila &amp; Majnun", etc). Even in movies, they never made love stories so simple without much hassle, twists, triangle-love, cross-love, fights, tears, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107327275910551523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107327275910551523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellya.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327275910551523' title=''/><author><name>ellya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07087611366659368574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901.post-107326969542631872</id><published>2004-01-04T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T18:28:34.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't like the way this new year kicked into my life. It was all my fault anyway. I had planned long before 2004 comes to find some quiet moments, really sit down, think deep and thoroughly and write down this year's resolutions. But until today, I still couldn't find the time to do that. Arghh...so much to do, so little time. Dunno why, but lately I've this feeling that time has moved faster </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107326969542631872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107326969542631872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellya.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326969542631872' title=''/><author><name>ellya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07087611366659368574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901.post-107326901586322639</id><published>2004-01-04T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T18:17:14.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bad start to a Monday MorningI don't like the way this new year kicked into my life. It was all my fault anyway. I had planned long before 2004 comes to find some quiet moments, really sit down, think deep and thoroughly and write down this year's resolutions. But until today, I still couldn't find the time to do that. Arghh...so much to do, so little time. Dunno why, but lately I've this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107326901586322639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107326901586322639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellya.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326901586322639' title=''/><author><name>ellya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07087611366659368574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901.post-107283431072965445</id><published>2003-12-30T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:38:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A night well spent at Napoleon Hill Went to Napoleon Hill successful habit program with Aidie and my ex-boss, Azmi at Bukit Bintang yesterday. For those of you who are clueless about Napoleon Hill program, it's a sort of program which aims at guiding you on how to be more successful in your life using well-developed methods. We departed around 6:20 PM from office and met Azmi who later picked us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107283431072965445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107283431072965445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellya.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283431072965445' title=''/><author><name>ellya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07087611366659368574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901.post-107268816976079247</id><published>2003-12-29T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T00:23:36.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kEy to HaPPineSS: Rule 1 - Define clearly what you want"Can you be happy in life despite of not having what you want yet?" Hmm, I see a lot of of head shakings there like the crowds in a rock concert. "Why can't you?" " Well, it's common sense lah, Elya. How can one be happy if one doesn't have what one wants? Can you be happy if you have less money but you want more? " "But, are you sure you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107268816976079247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901/posts/default/107268816976079247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellya.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107268816976079247' title=''/><author><name>ellya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07087611366659368574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901.post-107121298173749644</id><published>2003-12-11T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T23:09:54.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just started my blog today. Since i am still in office now, not much can be updated. 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