<?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-4919935798054098396</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:53:22.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Stare</title><subtitle type='html'>You can observe a lot just by watching...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-2354128677678852134</id><published>2009-07-20T13:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:47:27.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mountain, the climb and life best lessons…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SmQE64xBdAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1rPgDX1Uges/s1600-h/DSC_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360414866194658306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 277px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SmQE64xBdAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1rPgDX1Uges/s400/DSC_0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 12, 2009. It felt sooo surreal.. to have achieved one of my life’s nearly impossible dream. Looking back on how physically suck I was, I need to be reminded by those photos to learn that I did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the longest painstaking hours and I took each and every seconds of it for some soul searching and life reflections. I wanted to elaborate in paragraphs, but I guess I worked best in points… hehe… (I leave the story-telling bit to Lenny in her blog then, go figure!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I’ve always believed in Waler D. Wintle poem. I thought it was profoundly beautiful. Life's battles don't always go to the stronger or faster man; But soon or late the one who wins , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the man who thinks he can.&lt;/span&gt; The whole journey was portraying the battle between the mind and body, and take my word, mind ALWAYS wins!! No matter what!! Whether you think you can or you think you cannot, you’re always right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We have to burn all bridges to succeed. In ‘Think and Grow Rich’, Napolean Hills says “Those who would win in any undertaking must be willing to burn their ships and cut all sources of retreat. Only by doing can one be sure of maintaining the state of mind known as a BURNING DESIRE TO WIN, essential to success” (page 27). I didn’t let a single person from my team know that they can go back and rest at Layang-layang Hut, should they fail to proceed to our first day goal – Laban Rata. I just didn’t want to give them and even myself the option to retreat. There’s no way back! Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not fear or limit myself from the road less travelled. Mersilau Trail is less travelled and it is 2.7km longer than Timpohon Trail. Goodness, the view is breathtakingly beautiful!! It’s like looking at God’s painting on big wide canvas. Everything is in perfect harmony. The same goes to life too, I should be brave enough to take more chances, and get out from my normal comfort zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) There’s always sunshine after the rain. Our way up after KM5 was quite a disaster. With heavy rain and strong wind made it difficult to make another move. That was the moment that we pushed ourselves the most. And indeed God has promised us the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fa inna ma'al 'usri yusra.. Inna ma'al 'usri yusra.. So indeed with hardship is ease.Indeed with hardship is ease"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He was right. We’ve been blessed with perfect blue sky the next morning!! Thank you Allah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Take one step at a time. Life can be undeniably overwhelming, and so does the hiking of seemingly endless route… But we know that we can only accomplish them by taking one step at a time… And walla! We’re finally on top of the mountain!! Simple, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Treasure your family, friends and loved ones. It’s amazing what different did it make to receive such calls and SMS of words of encouragement from them. At times, life can be difficult too. But, when you know that you are loved by many, how hard can it really be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I’ve met 2 types of people, pessimist &amp;amp; optimist. And I’ve finally realized which type of people who made it to the top, regardless how physically fit they are . And I’ve also realized which type of people that I want to be surrounded with… I am choosing them wisely… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Nothing is impossible. It’s all about attitude. So, am I ready to pursue &amp;amp; accomplish my next goal? I think I am… :) Fighting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my fellow climbers for the great time we had in Sabah. It was a  total blast!!! Boom boom pow!!! Hidup GGM!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-2354128677678852134?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2354128677678852134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=2354128677678852134' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/2354128677678852134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/2354128677678852134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2009/07/mountain-climb-and-life-best-lessons.html' title='The mountain, the climb and life best lessons…'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SmQE64xBdAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1rPgDX1Uges/s72-c/DSC_0629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-5110880287891814456</id><published>2009-07-08T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:57:49.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Thinks He Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SlQlkuj6gDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rHBYag4g24Q/s1600-h/kinabalu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947169754546226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SlQlkuj6gDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rHBYag4g24Q/s400/kinabalu2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; by Waler D. Wintle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you think you're beaten, you are;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you dare not, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to win, but think you can't,&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a cinch you won't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you'll lose, you've lost;&lt;br /&gt;For out in the world we find&lt;br /&gt;Success being with a fellow's will;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all in the state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're outclassed, you are;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to think high to rise.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be sure of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Before you can ever win a prize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's battles don't always go&lt;br /&gt;To the stronger or faster man;&lt;br /&gt;But soon or late, the one who wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the man who thinks he can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-5110880287891814456?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5110880287891814456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=5110880287891814456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/5110880287891814456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/5110880287891814456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-who-thinks-he-can.html' title='The Man Who Thinks He Can'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SlQlkuj6gDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rHBYag4g24Q/s72-c/kinabalu2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-2745577456211147243</id><published>2009-06-29T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:25:44.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't give a damn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SkhNw9de51I/AAAAAAAAAF8/vZ6y9cSjUDs/s1600-h/happy_face_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SkhNw9de51I/AAAAAAAAAF8/vZ6y9cSjUDs/s400/happy_face_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352613660657117010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“I like Dr. Daniel Amen’s 18/40/60 Rule: When you’re 18, you worry about what everybody is thinking of you; when you’re 40, you don’t give a darn what anybody thinks of you; when you’re 60, you realize nobody’s been thinking about you at all. Surprise, surprise! Most of the time, nobody’s thinking about you at all! They are too busy worrying about their own lives, and if they are thinking about you at all, they are wondering what you are thinking about them. People think about themselves, not you. Think about it — all the time you are wasting worrying about what other people think about your ideas, your goals, your clothes, your hair, and your home could all be better spent on thinking about and doing the things that will achieve your goals.” ~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack Canfield from The Success Principles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe. That. Is. Funny. And so true, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale Carnegie says something similar in his great book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Stop Worrying and Start Living:&lt;/span&gt; “I realize now that people are not thinking about you and me or caring what is said about us. They are thinking about themselves—before breakfast, after breakfast, and right on until ten minutes past midnight. They would be a thousand times more concerned about a slight headache of their own than they would about the news of your death or mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s quit wasting our precious energy worrying about what others think of us and direct it into creating our ideal lives, shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credit to Philosopher Notes.&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/4919935798054098396-2745577456211147243?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2745577456211147243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=2745577456211147243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/2745577456211147243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/2745577456211147243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-give-damn.html' title='I don&apos;t give a damn!!'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SkhNw9de51I/AAAAAAAAAF8/vZ6y9cSjUDs/s72-c/happy_face_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-7943652849623965982</id><published>2009-06-17T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:42:25.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve :)</title><content type='html'>I first learned this life changing hallmark expressions by Napoleon Hill in January 08, when attending Amus talk. What a fateful day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's SEE it and HEAR it again, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2hA-7aq6OXI&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key take aways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 1: Get ourself a note book, palmtop - whatever suits us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 2: Write down our major desire in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 3: Write down what we intend to give in return for our list of desire from life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 4: Memorize both statements and repeat at least dozen times daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 5: Always end our statement with the expression of gratitude :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ask not for divine providence or more riches, but more wisdom with which to accept and use wisely the riches I received at birth: the power to control and direct my mind to whatever ends I desire."- Napoleon Hill (and adopted as my own personal affirmation)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-7943652849623965982?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7943652849623965982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=7943652849623965982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7943652849623965982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7943652849623965982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatever-mind-can-conceive-and-believe_17.html' title='Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve :)'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-7410495736255739079</id><published>2009-06-10T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:55:25.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear &amp; Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was one of the day when fear and stress dominating me. It felt good to receive some words of encouragement which I like to share it to the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who says he isn't afraid of anything is both stupid and lying." ~ David K. Reynolds from Constructive Living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Reynolds continues: "Fear is a healthy emotion. It produces caution, and caution helps keep us alive. Fear, like pain, is unpleasant for anyone, but the discomfort is an alarm that calls our attention to some problem facing us. It is good to be afraid at times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Aristotle teaches us in his lessons on the "Virtuous Mean," it's not about being fearless. It's about having the proper amount of fear and the COURAGE to face that fear. In Aristotle's words, this is the virtuous mean between the "vice of excess" of fear (cowardice) and the "vice of deficiency" of fear (rashness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling fear around something right now? Start by honoring that. It's serving you in an important way. Once you've done that, a Constructive question to ask is: "Now what needs to be done?" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to Philosphers Notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-7410495736255739079?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7410495736255739079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=7410495736255739079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7410495736255739079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7410495736255739079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2009/06/fear-stress_10.html' title='Fear &amp; Stress'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-3282180731317822304</id><published>2009-04-26T18:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:48:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels &amp; Demons is coming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait till tomorrow to post this entry. I'm soooo excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!!! This is my most anticipated movie of all time. I've first read the book in 2006, and became hook to other Dan Brown's work ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has sparked my lifetime interest in questioning science versus religion. Why do we have to choose either one of them... Science do not undermine the existence of God, but rather reinforce it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who sick and tired of our local movies, think again  before you spend your hard earned money to watch Bohsia (what on earth are they thinking, tak releven langsung!! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get our brain and soul challenged. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia release date: May 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSyWqCdqCZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSyWqCdqCZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-3282180731317822304?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3282180731317822304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=3282180731317822304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/3282180731317822304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/3282180731317822304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2009/04/angels-demons-is-coming.html' title='Angels &amp; Demons is coming!!!'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-3969468948862489582</id><published>2009-04-01T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:04:32.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SdLLXUyxCTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/k2m-bHzDUlY/s1600-h/silverlining.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319537711457044786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SdLLXUyxCTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/k2m-bHzDUlY/s400/silverlining.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking ahead on how gloomy the future might be, I'm thankful to have read the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;following. To those frantic frens, let's just stop &amp;amp; stare...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many years ago a wise peasant lived in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a son who was the gleam in his eyes and a white stallion which was his favorite belonging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day his horse escaped from his grounds and disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The villagers came to him one by one and said: “You are such an unlucky man. It is so bad about the horse.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The peasant responded: “Who knows. Maybe it’s bad, maybe it’s good.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the stallion returned followed by 12 wild horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The neighbors visited him again and congratulated him for his luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just said: “Who knows. Maybe it’s good, maybe it’s bad.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it happens, the next day his son was attempting to break in one of the wild horses when he fell down and broke his leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more everyone came with their condolences: “It’s terrible.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again he replied: “Who knows. Maybe it’s bad, maybe it’s good.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days passed and his poor son was limping around the village with his broken leg, when the emperor’s army entered the village announcing that a war was starting and they conscripted all the young men of the village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they left the peasant’s son since he had a broken leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once more, everyone was so jealous of the peasant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about his sheer luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just muttered: “Who knows. Maybe it’s good, maybe it’s bad..”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-3969468948862489582?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3969468948862489582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=3969468948862489582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/3969468948862489582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/3969468948862489582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-can-tell.html' title='Who can tell?'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SdLLXUyxCTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/k2m-bHzDUlY/s72-c/silverlining.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-6524874659405179621</id><published>2009-03-05T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:20:00.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Averages &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/Sa-ZFdUKEMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5IGSnN_ZDN8/s1600-h/friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309630804740673730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/Sa-ZFdUKEMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5IGSnN_ZDN8/s320/friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with." ~ Jim Rohn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tony Robbins likes to share Jim Rohn's adage that you are the average of the five people with whom you spend the most time. Think about that. And make a list, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name of Person #1. ______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of Person #2. ______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of Person #3. ______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of Person #4. ______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name of Person #5. ______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. Now, next to each person, make an arrow. Up if they inspire you and make you a better person. Down if they bring you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson is frighteningly simple: You want people who bring you up. Not down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My question for you: Do you need to alter your Top 5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember: We are the average of the five people with whom we spend the most time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choose wisely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credit to: Brian Johnson of Philosopher Notes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-6524874659405179621?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6524874659405179621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=6524874659405179621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6524874659405179621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6524874659405179621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2009/03/averages-friends.html' title='Averages &amp; Friends'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/Sa-ZFdUKEMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5IGSnN_ZDN8/s72-c/friends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-5318869523700664840</id><published>2009-02-24T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:26:12.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a break, will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Negative people. They’re like human black holes which suddenly appear out of nowhere and suck the life out of me. It is always about how bad things are, they just complain and never actually do anything about what's upsetting them. I've tried very hard to stay positive and remain strong. However, there were times their negativity ends up just completely draining me, making me feel exhausted and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wisdom saying goes – &lt;strong&gt;‘You’re the average of 5 person that you spend most of your time with’&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe it’s time again to reflect these 5 people, and I guess there’s no better time to make myself heard than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happened to be a whiner, spending 90% of your time whining about how bad your job &amp;amp; relationship, how unfair life's treated you, feel frustrated, feel trapped or lack of self-esteem, &lt;strong&gt;I’m begging you – pleeeaase, give me a break! &lt;/strong&gt;I’m no longer interested to know fine little details on the same old problems. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-5318869523700664840?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5318869523700664840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=5318869523700664840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/5318869523700664840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/5318869523700664840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-me-break-will-you.html' title='Give me a break, will you?'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-7239567114321808735</id><published>2008-10-16T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:45:54.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road less travelled...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is this our definition of living a normal life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it" - Ellen Goodman (The Boston Globe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's still not too late to opt for the road less travelled. As the beautiful poem goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveller, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood,and I--&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-7239567114321808735?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7239567114321808735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=7239567114321808735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7239567114321808735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7239567114321808735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/10/road-less-travelled_16.html' title='The road less travelled...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-6858091078511051823</id><published>2008-08-20T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:15:22.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready to retire Young &amp; Rich?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has this ever crossed your mind? Your response? Look no further, the answer is right staring within you. Logically speaking? Well, let’s give this test a go shall we, &lt;a href="http://www.statefarm.com/learning/calc/retcalc.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How long will my retirement savings last?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Say you want to retire at 40, and you’re projected to live until 70. To make more mathematical sense:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected number of years of retirement = 70 - 40 = 30 years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, are you happy with your result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face bigger questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      Is our savings &amp;amp; KWSP sufficient ? (NB/ this calculation not even consider medical expenses at that age –especially if we do not own any medical insurance. But even if we do, do we know how much is our country inflation rate for medical expenses?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)      Is our investment vehicle doing good enough? What investment vehicle to use so that our money will not be swiped away (in value sense) by inflation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)      Are we satisfied with the recommended withdrawal amount (say it is monthly basis withdrawal)?. Should the value proposed lower than our expected monthly expenses (after inflation is being factored in of coz!!), are we willing to lower our standard of living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cringe every time I hear people say ‘bestnye kalau aku menang sejuta, kaya aku, takyah keje dah sampai bile-bile’. Can a windfall really change people’s lives? EPF officials have been quoted saying that people who withdraw their savings in a lump sum upon reaching the age of 55, tend to spend their savings off in 3 years!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-6858091078511051823?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6858091078511051823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=6858091078511051823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6858091078511051823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6858091078511051823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-ready-to-retire-young-rich.html' title='Are you ready to retire Young &amp; Rich?'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-715335539057776341</id><published>2008-08-20T13:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:10:36.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redefining competition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is competition a bad thing? As far as 'orang kita' mindsets are concerned, sadly, the answer is always yes. Most of us are forced/molded to believe that we should not even position ourselves to the war of competition. To play it safe all the time. And even when the situation forces us to fight in a fair ground, we choose to do it with many exceptions… For arguments’ sake, let’s observe the following scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why is the imported cars cost more here in Malaysia than other countries in the world?. It’s for the sole reason that gomen is protecting our national car, shameful Proton. If only we are paying Honda City / Toyota Vios at their actual market price, would you (those in the right mind) even giving Proton WAJA a second look? As a result, consumers who bought ‘outside’ cars were deliberately punished to pay more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Look at the UiTM 10% non-bumi issue, and how the political morons make it look like we should be in a war of protecting ‘orang kita’ rights. Why can’t the student be taught to face the real competitive world? No wonder majority of them failed to fit the job market. They will not go far with this closed-minded attitude. Stop blaming who’s dominating the market, but ask ourselves what does it takes to be in the ‘game’? Read no further if you already set your mind to settle as gomen servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever listened to XFresh FM? ‘Kami tak hot, kami cool’? They claimed to air 100% Malaysian music. They are the perfect example of a bunch of people who doesn’t welcome competition. What’s wrong with Indonesian song? How come the industry welcome English songs (we have Hitz, Mix, Fly –which mostly played international songs and they’ve never been labeled as not being patriotic) Oh.. now I got it… It’s because they have no direct influence to ‘orang kita’ rice bowl. Music is universal. You don’t label music as you label people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn my lesson well by watching Beijing Olympic games. To win is not to make the least of the opponents, not to make you feel more superior than other people, but to be better than you used to be!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*signing-off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-715335539057776341?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/715335539057776341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=715335539057776341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/715335539057776341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/715335539057776341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/08/redefining-competition.html' title='Redefining competition...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-5430141836830666497</id><published>2008-07-07T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:06:11.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SHHN8GWQy4I/AAAAAAAAACc/jCZDaXsfvUA/s1600-h/powerofmind.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220179875478948738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SHHN8GWQy4I/AAAAAAAAACc/jCZDaXsfvUA/s320/powerofmind.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was strucked big time when I stumbled to the following poem... Tot I've read it somehwere.. sounds sooo familiar... tapi di mana ya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you are beaten, you are,&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you dare not, you don't,&lt;br /&gt;If you like to win, but you&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you can't,&lt;br /&gt;It is almost certain you won't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you'll lose, you're lost,&lt;br /&gt;For out of the world we find,&lt;br /&gt;Succes begins with a fellow's will-&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;state of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you are outclassed, you are,&lt;br /&gt;You've got to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; high to rise,&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sure of yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before&lt;br /&gt;You can ever win a prize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's battles don't always go&lt;br /&gt;To the stronger of faster man,&lt;br /&gt;But soon or late the man who wins&lt;br /&gt;Is the man &lt;strong&gt;WHO THINKS HE CAN!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do observe all the highlighted words, and hopefully we will catch the deep meaning which the poet had in mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-5430141836830666497?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5430141836830666497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=5430141836830666497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/5430141836830666497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/5430141836830666497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SHHN8GWQy4I/AAAAAAAAACc/jCZDaXsfvUA/s72-c/powerofmind.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-8777828756379744269</id><published>2008-07-05T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:25:54.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.O.M.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.O.N.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SG-EOHgjYsI/AAAAAAAAACM/urIyn1agdag/s1600-h/COMMUNICATE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219535871214314178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SG-EOHgjYsI/AAAAAAAAACM/urIyn1agdag/s320/COMMUNICATE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, as you might have noticed, communication isn't always easy. Different people communicate with their own particular quirks and styles. Some people seem to 'get you' right away ... and others, no matter how much you try to explain ... never really do understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This hit or miss mode of communicating can be very frustrating, and you may lose your patience or can't see the logic in what others are saying; if things seem stuck and generally just don't feel good, then this is where having the flexibility and knowing how to speak another persons' language is useful. Choosing specific words can help with getting things back on track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) When people seem as though they are impatient with a lot of details, and want things to move faster -- they're indicating that they're a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Visual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; processor. Try adding some visual language into the conversation ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I see what you mean"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if you do ... or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"How does this look to you?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) When people seem as though they're talking too much, or repeating themselves -- they're indicating they're an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Auditory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; processor. Try adding some auditory language into the conversation ... &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I hear you saying is ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What does that sound like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) When people seem as though they're wiggling too much and slow to become comfortable and settled (with an idea) they're indicating a tendency toward &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kinesthetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; processing. Try incorporating some feeling language into your communication ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm beginning to grasp what you mean"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;... or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do you feel like you have a handle on this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) And when people seem as though they're taking too much time to think and sort things through, they're indicating a tendency toward &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Auditory Digital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; processing. Try adding some structure and logic into the conversation ...&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Does that make sense?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ...or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do you feel you've got all the logical details?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So if it seems like you're not getting through to someone, even though you've very patiently explained it to them more than once ... Step Back ... take a deep breath ... and &lt;strong&gt;R E L A X&lt;/strong&gt;. It could be that you simply need to change your language to match your listener's preferred communication style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright © Linda Storey. All rights reserved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-8777828756379744269?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8777828756379744269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=8777828756379744269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/8777828756379744269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/8777828756379744269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/07/communications.html' title='C.O.M.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.O.N.S'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SG-EOHgjYsI/AAAAAAAAACM/urIyn1agdag/s72-c/COMMUNICATE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-675970207775925692</id><published>2008-07-03T15:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:10:51.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pssttt... I got a secret!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SGyCgu_St8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DTwziF3QQos/s1600-h/old_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218689567096485826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SGyCgu_St8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DTwziF3QQos/s400/old_book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather was perfect! And with that reason I drove down to town during lunch break, to buy some ole2 for my home trip next week. Some pickled fruits and kuah rojak Mak Bee are among must-buy items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I decided to have many heavy shopping bags, I went up to the first floor of Chowrasta Market and wonder around the shop lots and like it was meant to be, at the far end corner, there was a second hand book shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! The smells of old books and magazines filled up the small breathable space, mixed with the funny smells from the market downstairs. Surprisingly, I didn't complain. It was like heaven to me! I was like a child lost in a candy land! Like a pirate who finally found the treasures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of used books awaited to be explored! Fiction books ranging from RM10-RM15. And for a good self-help and personal finance book, the range is between RM20 to RM25. I thought it was really a good deal. And I'm positive to come back here often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recommendation, if you're looking to fill up your home library and your brain with great books by RTK, Napoleon Hill, Wayne Dyer, Dale Carnegie, Paulo Coelho and many more - this is the place. Happy Reading!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors, and the most patient of teachers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Charles_W._Eliot/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles W. Eliot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, The Happy Life, 1896&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-675970207775925692?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/675970207775925692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=675970207775925692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/675970207775925692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/675970207775925692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/07/pssttt-i-got-secret_03.html' title='Pssttt... I got a secret!!'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SGyCgu_St8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DTwziF3QQos/s72-c/old_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-8077717635696824874</id><published>2008-06-15T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:58:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demi Masa...</title><content type='html'>Demi masa...&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya manusia kerugian&lt;br /&gt;Melainkan... Yang beriman dan beramal soleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi masa...&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya manusia kerugian&lt;br /&gt;Melainkan... Nasihat kepada kebenaran dan kesabaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunakan kesempatan yang masih diberi&lt;br /&gt;Moga kita takkan menyesal&lt;br /&gt;Masa usia kita jangan disiakan&lt;br /&gt;Kerna ia takkan kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat lima perkara, sebelum lima perkara&lt;br /&gt;Sihat sebelum sakit&lt;br /&gt;Muda sebelum tua,&lt;br /&gt;kaya sebelum miskin&lt;br /&gt;Lapang sebelum sempit&lt;br /&gt;Hidup sebelum mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NB/ I remember to have started reciting Surah Al-Asr every single day at 'sekolah petang' in my primary school years. And I'm not ashamed to admit it all started will purely verbal in action and not truthfully meant it. May Allah guide me to prioritize what I'm looking &amp;amp; having for in this life and one that is far beyond important - the afterlife...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-8077717635696824874?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8077717635696824874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=8077717635696824874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/8077717635696824874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/8077717635696824874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/06/demi-masa.html' title='Demi Masa...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-7178977914143612694</id><published>2008-06-14T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:57:13.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While waiting for a company to my hiking plan this morning (well apparently they are still sleeping), I opt to finish my reading on one of RTK book. And it got me thinking when I read - Your feedback loop: No man is an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I name my blog 'Stop &amp;amp; Stare'? It's my attempt to read, observe &amp;amp; listen to the feedback of the world. Life &amp;amp; experinces are the best lessons as long as I realize the importance of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Have the courage to be open to feedback.&lt;/strong&gt; If you want to improve, seek more feedback. This is why coaches and mentors are important to succesful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Many will tell you what you want to hear than tell you what you need to hear. &lt;/strong&gt;Your friends and co-workers will then speak behind your back because they lack the courage to speak to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Offer feedback or advice only if it's asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing infuriates people more than feedback they did not ask for... even if it's feedback they know they need. As the ancient bit of wisdom goes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Don't teach pigs to sing. It wastes your time and it annoys the pig".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-7178977914143612694?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7178977914143612694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=7178977914143612694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7178977914143612694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7178977914143612694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/06/feedback_14.html' title='Feedback...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-5052288511021819901</id><published>2008-06-12T11:14:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:34:20.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OIL &amp; Reflection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SFCkslYw8yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Cb5o6CQVrFE/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210845854724846370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SFCkslYw8yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Cb5o6CQVrFE/s320/reflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking back the past week when everywhere was a chaos, I urged myself to decide what I wanted to believe and what were the lessons learnt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what really caught my attention was not about the people reactions - anger &amp;amp; resentment, since this was totally expected. And the worst is yet to come sooner than I tot it would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that strucked me the most was the counter measure taken by Bodola Bodowi &amp;amp; the team. It was announced yesterday that gomen decided to pay the salaries of civil servants in 2 installments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the most 'enlightened' comment from 'you-know-who' (taken from Utusan Malaysia):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Ditanya sama ada beliau menyarankan agar pihak swasta turut mencontohi tindakan tersebut, Abdullah berkata, langkah yang diambil itu adalah satu pendekatan yang positif. Menurutnya, pembayaran gaji dua kali sebulan itu boleh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;membantu mengurangkan tekanan kewangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para pekerja. ‘‘Saya anggap ini satu pendekatan yang baik kerana ia &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;membantu pekerja kita untuk uruskan aliran tunai isi rumah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ini adalah penting,’’ jelasnya.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...what can his statements tell you? My 2 cents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The bottom line is total income is the SAME. How could this help to reduce financial pressure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I can’t see slightest idea by doing so could help the people to have better control of their cashflow. Let’s face the real truth on what does it signify - Majority of us (including gomen itself) doesn’t have proper budget to access our cashflow. If we do, does it really matter to have received the salary in one shot or by installments? It is how they spend it that matters. &lt;p&gt;3) It is truly embarrassing to listen to your ‘leader’ who has spoken with &lt;strong&gt;zero financial IQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey!! Every cloud has it’s silver lining. Let’s look at the bright side. If I were the gomen servant, I get to invest 15 days earlier than I normally do! For some investment profile, 15 days really does make a difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-5052288511021819901?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5052288511021819901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=5052288511021819901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/5052288511021819901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/5052288511021819901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/06/oil-reflection.html' title='OIL &amp; Reflection...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SFCkslYw8yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Cb5o6CQVrFE/s72-c/reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-4436073763727474063</id><published>2008-06-11T16:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:00:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we fight or do we flee?</title><content type='html'>In this difficult situation, I sometimes dream to migrate and reside in other country less corrupt than Malaysia... Until the following conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Migrate to where?&lt;br /&gt;Someone: do we fight or do we flee?&lt;br /&gt;Someone: do we not love this country anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Is it only because these few greedy people at the top that ruin the entire otherwise beautiful nation?&lt;br /&gt;Mazhiling: the country does not love me as much as I do... the feeling is not mutual...&lt;br /&gt;Someone: why must we run?&lt;br /&gt;Someone: why not change?&lt;br /&gt;Someone: the government is not the country..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Barisan National is not the country either..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: BN culture does dance well with our beautiful culture..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: our friendly and generous people..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Don't let the corrupt few ruin your beautiful thoughts of this country..&lt;br /&gt;Mazhiling: yes.. it's true.. hujan emas di negeri orang...&lt;br /&gt;Mazhiling: hujan batu di negeri sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: yes... grass is always greener on the other side..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Our country is great..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: just that BN made it a little more communist then necessary..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Power and money crazy..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: but i believe change is coming..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: our people have greater awareness now then last time..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: slightly better educated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! To live in such a beautiful, abundence natural resources, less natural disaster occurance country- I truly have been blessed.., and this left me with only one option - to fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*I'm not going to quit. Why should I quit? This country is worth fighting for*&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/4919935798054098396-4436073763727474063?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4436073763727474063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=4436073763727474063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/4436073763727474063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/4436073763727474063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-we-fight-or-do-we-flee.html' title='Do we fight or do we flee?'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-6481108862996531186</id><published>2008-05-26T10:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:42:38.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buat bodoh jer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever heard of this expression before? And I was quite pissed when someone choose to do nothing and being ignorant. However, I realize 'buat bodoh' can somehow save you miraculously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny sometimes, when you want something really badly, and nothing turn out right. But when you choose to do nothing, things just have way to come out perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after realising this, should you work really hard for the things you want? Or should you let the fate decides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is, &lt;strong&gt;REDAH jer!! Just do it! &lt;/strong&gt;The outcome is not for you to decide! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-6481108862996531186?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6481108862996531186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=6481108862996531186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6481108862996531186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6481108862996531186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/05/buat-bodoh-jer.html' title='Buat bodoh jer?'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-3537726645982048287</id><published>2008-05-16T10:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:15:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Guru!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SCzz8ByLQ4I/AAAAAAAAABc/zZmcGcwY67o/s1600-h/teacher1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200799882302669698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SCzz8ByLQ4I/AAAAAAAAABc/zZmcGcwY67o/s320/teacher1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to enthusiast caller on Fly FM, thanking their teachers on my way to work this morning, really bring back all memories zaman sekolah dulu. It was soo close, I could almost taste the feeling of sitting in the classroom (masa tu kipas pon takde and I never complain..hehe), filled with the teachers voice yang sangat bersungguh-sungguh mendidik.. dan kadangkala terngiang-ngiang balik high pitch suara cikgu for our misbehave… Indahnya saat itu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could thank sejumlah nama guru dibawah, that has made significant different to who I am today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Shahdan Sairi&lt;br /&gt;I’m not embarrassed to admit that this is the only teacher that I had crush on.. haha.. and I was 9.. muhaha!! But, that’s not the point why he has a special place in my heart. He’s a great teacher who thought me that I can be whoever I want to be. Satu ucapan cikgu yang saya masih ingat sampai hari ini - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;suatu hari nanti cikgu nak baca cerita pasal awak dalam paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I’m working on it. I hope I won’t let you down. I promise.. Insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Mat&lt;br /&gt;I was 11 when I met him, and a bit frantic to sit for my UPSR. And nothing in this world could ever thank him for all the ilmu yang dicurahkan. Kehidupan masa tu susah. Mana mampu utk pergi tuition berbayar. Tapi Cik Mat ni offer pergi belajar rumah dia. Kalau tak salah tiap2 malam dia buat kelas malam kat rumah dia. Subjek utama ialah Maths. It was 15 of us, in quite a small house. Cuba bayangkan… And he did all this for free of charge! Cik Mat bukan cikgu sekolah pon, but he did that because he wants to see changes in our lives! And he succeded. I really cudn’t thank him enough. Secara jujurnya..I miss him &amp;amp; I’m sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustaz Marzuki &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam banyak2 ustaz kat sekolah petang (sekolah agama di Johor), aku memang tak boleh lupe Ustaz Marzuki. Mungkin sebab dia uztaz pertama yang ajar aku in my childhood life, and I gave my undivided attention in the class. Rasa seronok sgt dengar dia cerita2 dia, dan banyak soalan2 pasal tauhid yg aku tanye dia jawab dengan cara yang paling mudah aku fahami. Terima kasih ustaz!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Untuk semua guru-guru - JASAMU DIKENANG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough we must do. - Goethe*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-3537726645982048287?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3537726645982048287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=3537726645982048287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/3537726645982048287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/3537726645982048287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/05/selamat-hari-guru.html' title='Selamat Hari Guru!!'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SCzz8ByLQ4I/AAAAAAAAABc/zZmcGcwY67o/s72-c/teacher1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-6602546372249163383</id><published>2008-05-15T20:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:53:01.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE?</title><content type='html'>I’m watching life as a big a screen TV playing nonstop. And really, just by looking, so much can be observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can divide them into 3 group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Those who live in the past:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are holding on to the memories that will never come back. For example, those who cherish spouse/partner as the same person they knew. And they found it hard to believe the fact that people &lt;strong&gt;CHANGE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Contoh ayat: Dia bukan orang macam tu, &lt;strong&gt;dulu&lt;/strong&gt; masa couple dia baik, layan saya macam puteri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who has a constant grief and regret for things that happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contoh ayat: &lt;strong&gt;Menyesal&lt;/strong&gt; aku amik course ni dulu, &lt;strong&gt;kalau&lt;/strong&gt; aku tau susah camni keje dia, sure aku study mende lain…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who live live in guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contoh ayat: &lt;strong&gt;Aku rasa bersalah&lt;/strong&gt; bla bla, sbb aku pernah bla bla bla, So aku tak deserve bla la bla… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Those who live in the future:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who never stop worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contoh ayat: &lt;strong&gt;Bolehke&lt;/strong&gt; aku survive kat kompeni baru? &lt;strong&gt;Takutla&lt;/strong&gt; nak tukar kerja ni. &lt;strong&gt;Entah-entah&lt;/strong&gt; keje sekarang ni lagi baik daripada kompeni baru tuh? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who has constant negativity - paranoia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contoh ayat: Aku &lt;strong&gt;takut&lt;/strong&gt; aku tak boleh buat la. Aku &lt;strong&gt;takut&lt;/strong&gt; orang lain ada high expectation kat aku. Macam mana &lt;strong&gt;kalau&lt;/strong&gt; aku screw up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who live in wishing mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Contoh ayat: Takpela, biar aku bertahan. &lt;strong&gt;Suatu hari nanti, mungkin&lt;/strong&gt; dia akan berubah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Those who live at present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who realize &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt; is what we have, and make the most of it!&lt;br /&gt;Those who take one day at a time!&lt;br /&gt;Those who realize nothing in this world can ever change the past, and now is what we have to work on the future we want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tepuk dada… and ask ourself, which way to live our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*The past is forgotten and the future is promised to no one * &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/4919935798054098396-6602546372249163383?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6602546372249163383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=6602546372249163383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6602546372249163383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6602546372249163383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-do-you-live-your-life_15.html' title='HOW DO YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE?'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-2018286971358042797</id><published>2008-05-14T10:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:09:23.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Jadi Mak!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200053176468456290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SCpM0ByLQ2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Cu6uDaejktE/s400/mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;sob.. sob.. wei.. sedih ni.. pagi2 lagi Lenny dah buat speech yg menyentuh perasaan... but it's really good to let out your feelings (which I'm very lousy at)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingat tak.. dulu masa mak marah &amp;amp; denda kita sbb kita degil tak nak belajar dan tak nak tolong mak buat kerja rumah... kita selalu rasa mak jahat &amp;amp; tak sayang kat kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dulu mak sanggup tak nak beli TV n tak nak bagi kita semua tgk TV, sbb pada dia bende tu membuang masa dan sebabkan kita malas belajar &amp;amp; tak fokus. Dah berapa kali kita adik-beradik merayu, but they (mak &amp;amp; abah) stick to what they believe is right.. But, now only I realize itulah kasih sayang mak yg sebenar. They want us to focus and achieve what we want in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ko ingat lagi tak, masa kite main gelongsor dekat bukit belakang rumah Cik Melur, abis kotor baju. Pastu mak dtg bawak rotan/getah hitam. Abis kite tiga beradik kene. Malu kene pukul depan kawan takyah cerita la... Tapi aku rasa ko lah yang paling teruk kene antara kita adik beradik, sbb ko yg paling nakal &amp;amp; rebellious... muhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu ko ingat lagi tak kita pi tangkap udang &amp;amp; ikan seluang tiga beradik ngan abah... Habis satu badan berlumpur. Pastu bila sampai umah, mak denda kita 4 orang (abah pon kene sekali) duduk kat luar rumah, mandi &amp;amp; basuh baju sendiri. Dah bersih, baru boleh masuk dalam rumah.. Aku rase mak memang garang sgt masa tu.. Tp sekarang baru aku sedar, kita pon sama je kekadang cam mak.. clean freak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I’m wishing all the best utk mak.. Semoga mak sentiasa sihat and always be around forever. I love you mom!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-2018286971358042797?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2018286971358042797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=2018286971358042797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/2018286971358042797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/2018286971358042797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/05/selamat-hari-jadi-mak.html' title='Selamat Hari Jadi Mak!!'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SCpM0ByLQ2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Cu6uDaejktE/s72-c/mum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-4145370815921623807</id><published>2008-05-08T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:19:01.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 days to deadline...</title><content type='html'>As much as I used to hate deadline, I personally feel that's the best way to make me do what I was supposed to do... If I were to look back and wonder, did I ever slip a dealine? Very rare.. As far as I could recall, maybe in an occasion or two... (hmm.. pernah ke?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this time, I'm gonna do this within a given timeline. Kire2 cam reality show la pulak. Adoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I make my mission sounds like this - "23 days to deadline, and the start of a new beginning..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Goals are dreams with deadlines - Diana Scharf Hunt *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-4145370815921623807?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4145370815921623807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=4145370815921623807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/4145370815921623807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/4145370815921623807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/05/23-days-to-deadline.html' title='23 days to deadline...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-7124515896396808987</id><published>2008-05-07T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:47:54.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang remeh temeh</title><content type='html'>Macam yg Abang Mus cakap dulu, petty little thing doesn't concern me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada mata pandang&lt;br /&gt;Ada telinga dengar&lt;br /&gt;Ada mulut diam&lt;br /&gt;Ada tangan garu&lt;br /&gt;Ada kaki goyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada otak pandai&lt;br /&gt;Ada akal pakai&lt;br /&gt;Ada bijak gadai&lt;br /&gt;Ada mata pejam&lt;br /&gt;Ada mulut kunyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang remeh dan yang temeh&lt;br /&gt;Berlegar di sekelilingmu&lt;br /&gt;Yang remeh dan yang temeh&lt;br /&gt;Berlegar di sekelilingmu&lt;br /&gt;Buatlah..(buatlah..)&lt;br /&gt;Buatlah tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;Buatlah..(buatlah..)&lt;br /&gt;Buatlah tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rela jadi tunggul&lt;br /&gt;Rela jadi patung&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu dilelong&lt;br /&gt;Suruh angguk-angguk&lt;br /&gt;Suruh geleng-geleng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh puji lah aku&lt;br /&gt;Ampu lah aku&lt;br /&gt;Senang hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;Ada tangan tadah&lt;br /&gt;Ada maruah campak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang remeh dan yang temeh&lt;br /&gt;Berlegar di sekelilingmu&lt;br /&gt;Yang remeh dan yang temeh&lt;br /&gt;Berlegar di sekelilingmu&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan..(biarkan..)&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan berlaku&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan..(biarkan..)&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan berlaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.” - Galileo Galilei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-7124515896396808987?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7124515896396808987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=7124515896396808987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7124515896396808987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7124515896396808987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/05/yang-remeh-temeh.html' title='Yang remeh temeh'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-918501159064149390</id><published>2008-05-06T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:01:12.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 resolutions??</title><content type='html'>It’s already May, and one-third of the year has passed us by. Still in contact with your 2008 resolutions? For those who has forgotten, do search back that piece of paper (if you write your goal down). And for those who never had your resolutions being written down, it’s never too late to start writing one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reviewing my goal until April, and I’m glad that I’ve achieved 31% of my overall goal successfully. Even if this number is relatively low (compared to passing mark), I know that I’m doing just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the kind of person who keen to set up goals every new year and forget it the very next day. And this year, I know that I’ve got to do something really different. I monitor my progress every month end, and I read my goal every single day… and feel free to revise it to give some flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Let’s hear your success story to get your goal manifested!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-918501159064149390?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/918501159064149390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=918501159064149390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/918501159064149390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/918501159064149390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008-resolutions.html' title='2008 resolutions??'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-7499658211312419641</id><published>2008-05-05T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:49:00.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to give hundred &amp; ten percent!!</title><content type='html'>Reached Penang safe n sound. Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point of discussion while I had my bfast with my dad this morning before we left to airport was about commitment. How much should we put ourself into everything that we do. The keyword here is EVERYTHING - life, work, relationship... The answer is to give hundred and ten percent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do something half-heartedly, the outcome will speak for itself. If we didn't get what we want, is not because it is our destiny... but it is because we didn't do it at our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whatever the mind can conceive &amp;amp; believe, the mind can achieve"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-7499658211312419641?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7499658211312419641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=7499658211312419641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7499658211312419641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/7499658211312419641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-to-give-hundred-ten-percent.html' title='I have to give hundred &amp; ten percent!!'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-6798386253188850961</id><published>2008-04-21T10:48:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:01:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya sebatang pensil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SAwHBo5aarI/AAAAAAAAABE/WuOWItGFugs/s1600-h/pencil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191532195190827698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SAwHBo5aarI/AAAAAAAAABE/WuOWItGFugs/s200/pencil.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm... &lt;strong&gt;Saya sebatang pensil...&lt;/strong&gt; sounds familiar? One of the most written karangan in primary school. Dulu, kini &amp;amp; selamanya... I bet semua orang pernah tulis karangan biografi ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secara ringkasnya, kita mengolah karangan dengan dimana kita dilahirkan, apa yg kita lakukan selama kita menjadi pensil, dan mahu tidak mahu memberi pengakhiran kepada riwayat kita - sama ada dibuang kedalam tong sampah, menjadi pendek dan tidak berguna lagi etc... quite pathetic, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see 'Saya sebatang pensil' from different light. One of Paolo Coelho's writing, a pencil is a perfect metaphor for life as a human: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) We are capable of great things, but must never forget that there is a 'hand' guiding our steps, We call that hand 'GOD', and He always guide us according to His will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Now &amp;amp; then, we have to stop writing &amp;amp; use a sharpener. That makes the pensil suffer a little, but afterwards, we are much sharper. So, we must learn to bear a certain pains and sorrows, because that will make us a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The pensil always allow us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. That means correcting something we did isn't nesessarily a bad thing, it helps to keep us on the road to justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) What really matters in a pensil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Pensil always leaves a mark. In just the same way, we should know that everything we do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in our every action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... the choice is all ours... depends on how we look at things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*let me know how did u end your karangan last time... hehe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-6798386253188850961?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6798386253188850961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=6798386253188850961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6798386253188850961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6798386253188850961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/04/saya-sebatang-pensil.html' title='Saya sebatang pensil'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SAwHBo5aarI/AAAAAAAAABE/WuOWItGFugs/s72-c/pencil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-6228654663731454851</id><published>2008-04-13T14:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:54:59.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SAG4cQOQOZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ufID42BLsS4/s1600-h/angry_cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188631041238120850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SAG4cQOQOZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ufID42BLsS4/s200/angry_cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does anger management needed by everyone? I couldn't agree more. As one of the hadith mentioned, the strongest person is the one that can control his or her anger/temper. And thus clearly saying, once you let your anger be in control, you're officially doomed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell a lot about people personality when he or she gets angry or under a huge stress. This is the moment when people really showing his or her true skin. That's the real him/her. The dark ugly side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people really are more "hotheaded" than others are. They get angry more easily and more intensely than the average person does. There are also those who don't show their anger in loud spectacular ways but are chronically irritable and grumpy. Easily angered people don't always curse and throw things, sometimes they just withdraw physically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever situation you're in, how do you deal with people who seemed to be a second away from explosion? These are steps I rather take (still in learning curve, which I sometimes failed miserably):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) LET GO. There's no point fighting back, as you might say things you'll regret later on. Kata orang, mengalah bukan kalah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) LISTEN. When everybody do the talking, who's gonna listen? There's always the truth in it, even if it just 1%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) FORGIVE &amp;amp; FORGET. Once the conflict is resolved, and believe me it will, what's better way to move on? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were" - Cherie Carter-Scott.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-6228654663731454851?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6228654663731454851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=6228654663731454851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6228654663731454851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/6228654663731454851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/04/temper.html' title='Temper...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SAG4cQOQOZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ufID42BLsS4/s72-c/angry_cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-4719852519030837272</id><published>2008-04-09T09:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:06:55.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your blessings...</title><content type='html'>As cliche as it sounds, for some, it may be an understatement. At difficult times,how often do we see the glass as half-fulled? In my case - very seldom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's STOP &amp;amp; STARE. Hope this will inspire us to look beyond our grief. For today and its blessings, I owe the world an attitude of GRATITUDE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wake-up call*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntReE2n15bo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-4719852519030837272?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4719852519030837272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=4719852519030837272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/4719852519030837272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/4719852519030837272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/04/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count your blessings...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919935798054098396.post-8714884764253364267</id><published>2008-04-05T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:33:31.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note from the land below the wind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/R_dIYAQPMhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6zYcR6Uic5Q/s1600-h/DSC_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185693073162580498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/R_dIYAQPMhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6zYcR6Uic5Q/s400/DSC_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm suprised with my own self... posting a blog for the first time in my life. I admit I'm not good at words, I'm a vocal person. The last time I wrote was during A-Level time.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something out of the blue (or rather something out of the deep blue sea) trigger my inner self to share my tots... My recent trip to the land below the wind has opened my eyes to redefine civilization. How was it measured? Purely by material achievement, or is it for something bigger, something more meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we drove down the town, we were surprised by how polite Sabah drivers were (imagine yourself with 2 years unpleasant driving experience in Penang). No one was in a rush to reach their destiny. No one... really no one overtook you from your right nor left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a peaceful moment I had while savoring every second I have to enjoy the ride. Who cares if you reach your destiny late? What matter most is what have you observed along the way? Methaphorically speaking, the same applies to life as well.. if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on our way up to the summit (even if we didn't actually make it this time, i'm exegerating a lil' bit here), we were accompanied by a Chinese uncle who proudly showing us around. He spent a solid 3 hours talking to us happily about the mountain, the weather, the trees... On our way back, I did ask how much was the trip worth. A normal way as asking your tourist guide how much their time worth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise, (and I'm not proud of myself as I reveal this), he said that was for free of charge!! He just wanted to show us around. Can you imagine my face that moment? I feel ashamed of myself as I equate anything under the sun with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, that would have hurt his feelings since he did that sincerely - with no hidden agendas. See how sceptic I became... My many years of living has tought me that 'ada udang di sebalik batu' is the way people behave these days. But in Sabah case... they are super nice &amp;amp; frenly people who reminds that me that money is just another thing in life... not the only thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely wud love to come back for my unfinished business here... The perfect blue sky, the majestic mountains as background, the amazing marine life, the white sandy beaches, crystal clear waters, the freshest air I ever breathe... what more cud I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... for reminding me that mother nature has a way to teach us to slow down and taste every second life has to offer. And ultimately... to seek the Creator from the creation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Signing off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919935798054098396-8714884764253364267?l=mazhiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8714884764253364267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919935798054098396&amp;postID=8714884764253364267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/8714884764253364267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919935798054098396/posts/default/8714884764253364267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazhiling.blogspot.com/2008/04/try.html' title='A note from the land below the wind...'/><author><name>MaZhiLing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877280540106452700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/SavUvl2wS4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GWJ8k2kypNk/S220/3176512238_1ef96e5ba3_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAIuk7eh2lk/R_dIYAQPMhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6zYcR6Uic5Q/s72-c/DSC_0477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
