<?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-848563241014343177</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:38:33.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Zen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretzen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848563241014343177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretzen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thesecretzen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848563241014343177.post-657220848218380558</id><published>2010-01-02T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:08:31.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix or change for a new year</title><content type='html'>Throwing away old stuff always give me a sense of relief. Perhaps because it removes the clutter that have been in the way for so long. However sometimes sentiments over something holds me back. It is not easy to throw away old memories especially the happy-turn-rotten ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the first day of the new year shopping with a friend...hmm..bought 2 black dresses...oops..that is a staple for my job...but I need more colors...I returned home...glad to see my cousin at my house. I spent the night chatting to my virtual special friend, Saint. The chat ended with a bad taste, deleting this person from my msn and leaving me insomnia till 4+am. I was disgusted at how selfish and greedy some man can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the hangover of bad mood, I went to the hair salon, wanting a new and light look. I rebonded and cut my hair and fringe. hmmm..perhaps I look younger but not really different...I ended up overspending again...bought 2 bags from Gracious Aires costing me close to $200...shucks I should start saving.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I hope Saturday will never end. The thought of getting back to work dreads me. I hate to face all the outstanding issues and pressure. I told myself that I need to be positive. Yes I am in the midst of finding ways to be positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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