<?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-2604573517307355060</id><updated>2011-09-30T19:07:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game of Consciousness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzSd56mePpc/ThXEukYq6fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4BRUMi0u0uU/s320/red-rose-side.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626619613789481458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you all, I never know where I am.&lt;br /&gt;I won't even know the value of existing.&lt;br /&gt;Love to all my beloved friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-4038771259638265990?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4038771259638265990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=4038771259638265990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so blind?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so scared of sharing what we have&lt;br /&gt;Why are we only wait for people to care and love us?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we only think of help coming from others?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we just complaint that things we have are not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we only looking for affirmation of our abilities?&lt;br /&gt;Why we never question the person who affirms us?&lt;br /&gt;Why we believe our ability only after having the affirmation from others?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we just simply look at what we can do?&lt;br /&gt;And build our confident through repetitive experiences?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are living in a world that wants only a machine that end result is the matter.&lt;br /&gt;We try to be one through our producing-machine education&lt;br /&gt;But we leaving our hearts behind and soon they become deserts &lt;br /&gt;Longing for our own real love and taste of life to nourish it.&lt;div 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dream.&lt;br /&gt;A dream made of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember who you are!&lt;br /&gt;Remember ~ you are before.&lt;br /&gt;Before these questions.&lt;br /&gt;Before an answer.&lt;br /&gt;Remember ~ you are before...&lt;br /&gt;Before ~ everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower of grace.&lt;br /&gt;River of love.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean of peace and truth.&lt;br /&gt;This joyous world,&lt;br /&gt;a divine play,&lt;br /&gt;all this, we are ~&lt;br /&gt;OM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-1803284983979844755?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1803284983979844755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=1803284983979844755' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diplomaitic and urbane&lt;br /&gt;Romantic and charming&lt;br /&gt;Easygoing and sociable&lt;br /&gt;Idealistic and peaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dark side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indecisive and changeable&lt;br /&gt;Gullible and easily infuenced&lt;br /&gt;Flirtatious and self-indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compatibility of Libra Woman and Leo Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship will be full of love, romance, passion, fun and excitement. Even their chemistry will be great and there will be no problems. A Libra woman lacks the ability to make decisions which a Leo man can do perfectly therefore this love match has a good compatibility. She adores the beautiful things in life and he will be on her side. Libra women like to buy antiques and their male counter part are always ready to shed their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the confusion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-6243637624382572062?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6243637624382572062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=6243637624382572062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/6243637624382572062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/6243637624382572062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/12/guess-i-m-100-libraic.html' title='guess i m 100% libraic'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-2605262924413096647</id><published>2010-11-08T18:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:05:50.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fnxradio.com/blogs/sandbox/blog%20images/March08/doraemon032408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 509px; height: 570px;" src="http://fnxradio.com/blogs/sandbox/blog%20images/March08/doraemon032408.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I happened to be so lucky,&lt;br /&gt;If I can be successful enough, &lt;br /&gt;I will find back what is being left behind,&lt;br /&gt;I will try my very best. &lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving help from an all mighty Doraemon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-2605262924413096647?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2605262924413096647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=2605262924413096647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2605262924413096647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2605262924413096647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/11/only-unsaid.html' title='The Only Unsaid'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-8685817196598855791</id><published>2010-10-11T14:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:03:25.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying together</title><content type='html'>If you don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;If you understand,&lt;br /&gt;If you have the capacity,&lt;br /&gt;If you have the space, &lt;br /&gt;If you are able,&lt;br /&gt;If you are bearable to the possibilities...&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want any label,&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want any confirmation, &lt;br /&gt;If you don't des for any physical needs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it is possible,&lt;br /&gt;Then it can happen in a graceful way,&lt;br /&gt;I demand a lot from you and especially from your-self,&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want you to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take the responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;I resist the offer of dependence.&lt;br /&gt;I will change my mind in a blink of an eye. &lt;br /&gt;For the fact that my decision belongs to many others.&lt;br /&gt;I will take long time to evaluate all possible aspects,&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion will change from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;Affecting by total rational or a sudden switch to total emotional.&lt;br /&gt;You have meet the wrong person,&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately you have fall for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy on that day that you and me finally awake. &lt;br /&gt;We can fly together in total freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/TLK2DZUWnDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xBI60Yh8GcA/s1600/90048051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/TLK2DZUWnDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xBI60Yh8GcA/s320/90048051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526679862189136946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-8685817196598855791?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8685817196598855791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=8685817196598855791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8685817196598855791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8685817196598855791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/10/flying-together.html' title='Flying together'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/TLK2DZUWnDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xBI60Yh8GcA/s72-c/90048051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-2487153044473728758</id><published>2010-08-23T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:59:07.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for that signal</title><content type='html'>I was receiving a vivid brain signal from someone over the phone last night. Although he never say it out, but i knew that he was thinking that i had lost track of my reality. I am in fact very grateful for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ya~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-2487153044473728758?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2487153044473728758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=2487153044473728758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2487153044473728758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2487153044473728758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks-for-that-signal.html' title='Thanks for that signal'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-8174139138233005044</id><published>2010-08-17T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:27:15.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to continue... Knight with a wooden sword</title><content type='html'>Tears keep flowing out from both of his eyes... he was so sorrow that he had lost all his hopes. He felt intense helplessness within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this continued..... until his tear flooded the river bank and nearly drowning him. The water level was high up until his nostril..... He tried to shout and suddenly, someone slapped him at his face! He had been falling asleep in a bathtub as he was bathing. It was a dream. His wife just slapped him because he fell asleep and talking to himself. He kissed his wife while she was still nagging him, and he was thrilled, it was just a dream!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-8174139138233005044?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8174139138233005044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=8174139138233005044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8174139138233005044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8174139138233005044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-continue-knight-with-wooden-sword.html' title='to continue... Knight with a wooden sword'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-8327195739193212691</id><published>2010-08-11T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:40:50.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A knight with a wooden sword</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a courageous and truthful knight. He would always fight and conquer like the other knights, for their own dignity and pride. However, no matter how much time he had fought for, he would always end up with many wounds on his body and failure. &lt;br /&gt;One day, as the wounded knight was resting on the river bank, he realized that the sword he was holding was a wooden one and was already been cut. Tears flowing out from his eyes and he wondered why he couldn't see this, but till now. Desires were so strong, clouding his own eyes to see the reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-8327195739193212691?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8327195739193212691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=8327195739193212691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8327195739193212691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8327195739193212691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/08/knight-with-wooden-sword.html' title='A knight with a wooden sword'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-237970963194733012</id><published>2010-08-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:38:21.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>I recently only truly realized that each of us has a destiny. I was then told by my respectful one that we are all in fact being given something in life (maybe suffering, disease, poverty and so on..) to complete our journey of learning in the evolution of ourselves, the process of purification. “Let learning be the first priority of life.” “Gratefulness shall arise because “tasks” are given for us to complete ourselves.” I guess our “tasks” are exactly what we need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-237970963194733012?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/237970963194733012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=237970963194733012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/237970963194733012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/237970963194733012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/08/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-8923543836581007090</id><published>2010-03-02T13:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:32:57.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming, the counter-gravity therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/S4y_HsjKs6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M4dCz4QfstM/s1600-h/76036940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/S4y_HsjKs6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M4dCz4QfstM/s320/76036940.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443936188522738594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was adviced to swim everyday. As an average female, giving more sensitivity to the right hemisphere of brain, I was submerging myself in the pain and dizziness while ignoring what is commonsensibly known to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After revising the past memories... try hard to achieve what i shouldn't have done at that moment, followed by failure, and saved by Guru, and again try hard... followed by failure, and saved by Guru, and then again try hard, followed by failure, and saved by Him... I finally see, i dont dare to say i can see all, but only a glimpse, of my stupidity, as i cannot guarantee myself for the next round of same routine, and i will not know how stupid again it will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised the tendency towards my emotion is because the longing for a relatedness, a feeling of being understood or rather an intimate feeling, which make me cannot let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that i am really lucky to stil not involving myself in a couple relationship with anyone, cause i know i will be handicapped and running away, and tend to throw responsibility to him (guys, these are actually how a girl react in a relationship). Thus, giving me a chance to grow, though it is very slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, out of my failure comes the anguish and i admit that i actively involve in swimming is not that i know the benefit of it, but is to release some emotion, some anger, or trying to prove something... and it is still not something out of my rationalness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, surprisingly, i found swimming is a magical sport, which it harms none of my joints and recovering them instead. I feel so good and relief in the counter-gravity medium, allowing my body and mind to move how ever i want. And i found only in water, i am able to do a total stretch and yawn for my full body. I found my body have done greater expansion each time after leaving the pool. The tissues are unwinded, released and relieved. Although the strength of muscle built from swimming is to strong, but i believe it is a gradual process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, please allow me to make a maybe-not-true-to-all hypothesis, that swimming is the ultimate sport for those who are lazy to pick up gravities to build muscles, or the emo type of person who want to improve their health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-8923543836581007090?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8923543836581007090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=8923543836581007090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8923543836581007090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8923543836581007090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming-counter-gravity-therapy.html' title='Swimming, the counter-gravity therapy'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/S4y_HsjKs6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M4dCz4QfstM/s72-c/76036940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-8907513997471408978</id><published>2010-02-28T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:25:43.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting for charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/S4oaLv0QPDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vxNb74A5RQ0/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/S4oaLv0QPDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vxNb74A5RQ0/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443191888747183154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mandarin duck painting that i've painted for charity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-8907513997471408978?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8907513997471408978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=8907513997471408978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8907513997471408978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8907513997471408978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/painting-for-charity.html' title='Painting for charity'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/S4oaLv0QPDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vxNb74A5RQ0/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-5081478029692455233</id><published>2010-02-23T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:58:15.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Little Friend</title><content type='html'>I've never thought that the stars that i am looking into my eyes are really Mars, Saturn or Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;I've never know that I am not alone walking on this path with the same struggles that you are having.&lt;br /&gt;I've never imagined that I would have a chance to speak or to be heard by just looking into eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I've never met someone who have the similar discoveries with depth that couldn't be easily expressed by words.&lt;br /&gt;.... until your presence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The road might be bumpy and with lots of obstacles, &lt;br /&gt;But, to have met you my little friend, Gate Gate Paragate, Parasamgate, Bodhi svaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-5081478029692455233?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5081478029692455233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=5081478029692455233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/5081478029692455233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/5081478029692455233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dear-little-friend.html' title='My Dear Little Friend'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-6378560102179077244</id><published>2009-10-20T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:49:48.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Taiwan</title><content type='html'>I found love and sharing on this piece of fertile land&lt;br /&gt;fill with people of patience, gentleness and generosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am given a precious chance to unwind and unfold,&lt;br /&gt;At the same time receiving so much blessing from the surroundings..&lt;br /&gt;May the seed of love and kindness continue to grow and spread&lt;br /&gt;May the light of wisdom continue to brighten the darkness of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluya... Mamamia... Om Ma Ne Ped Me Hung...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-6378560102179077244?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6378560102179077244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=6378560102179077244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/6378560102179077244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/6378560102179077244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-taiwan.html' title='Thank you Taiwan'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-7287612300068361255</id><published>2009-09-16T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:43:34.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear one</title><content type='html'>Dear one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not know what is within me though you can see,&lt;br /&gt;Trusting without looking at myself, has always been;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering the light in the dark, i am please;&lt;br /&gt;But the sudden rays that shine into my eyes have make me tense,&lt;br /&gt;You let me've known the possibilities of light within darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my guiding light,&lt;br /&gt;And please forgive my immaturity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-7287612300068361255?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7287612300068361255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=7287612300068361255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/7287612300068361255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/7287612300068361255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-one.html' title='Dear one'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-6088789409173805553</id><published>2009-06-27T10:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:07:17.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant Learning English Tips</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;I have found a magical site that provides 7 days English email course for free. And their tips and insights of learning English are really really useful to me, that's why i am sharing it here. You'll never realise all the while we have studying in a wrong way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their learning methods are through English conversation and their website is &lt;a href="http://www.LearnRealEnglish.com"&gt;www.LearnRealEnglish.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply subscribe by providing email and don't worry, it is really totally free!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-6088789409173805553?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6088789409173805553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=6088789409173805553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/6088789409173805553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/6088789409173805553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/06/brilliant-learning-english-tips.html' title='Brilliant Learning English Tips'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-3675260089421954117</id><published>2009-06-15T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:35:56.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://meneki-life.com/up/children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://meneki-life.com/up/children.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?&lt;br /&gt;- Rosie Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that a simple and unassuming manner of life is best for everyone, best both for the body and the mind.&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manifest plainness, Embrace simplicity, Reduce selfishness, Have few desires.&lt;br /&gt;- Lao-Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you walk, just walk. If you sit, just sit. But whatever you do, don't wobble.&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole is simpler than the sum of its parts.&lt;br /&gt;- Willard Gibbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a madman were to come into this room with a stick in his hand, no doubt we should pity the state of his mind; but our primary consideration would be to take care of ourselves. We should knock him down first, and pity him afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;- Samuel Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;- Rita Mae Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no cure for birth or death save to enjoy the interval.&lt;br /&gt;- George Santayana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be found, stand where the seeker seeks.&lt;br /&gt;- Sidney Lanier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things are lost for want of asking.&lt;br /&gt;- English proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Accident and coincident" should not exist in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside all the fancy words and academic doubletalk, the basic reason for having a military is to do two jobs-to kill people and to destroy the works of man.&lt;br /&gt;- Thomas S. Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ideas come, I write them; when they don't come, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;- William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity is an exact medium between too little and too much.&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Joshua Reynolds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-3675260089421954117?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3675260089421954117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=3675260089421954117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/3675260089421954117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/3675260089421954117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/06/simply-child.html' title='Simply child'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-9188401249713182230</id><published>2009-05-17T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:50:51.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news!! Mun will be back soon!</title><content type='html'>My dear little Mun Mun will be back on 20th May!!! Yeeaaayy!!&lt;br /&gt;Besides my whole family member, especially me, i am sure all the frenz out there wanna listen to her interesting and adventurous experiences for the few past few months.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, i wont be able to see her when she's right back. T.T, cos will be going sumwer else til 5th june.&lt;br /&gt;So, you guys remember to "korek" her out for some chat!&lt;br /&gt;She might be reaching KL about 4pm gua...&lt;br /&gt;Love to my dear Ah Mung and u all. Muacks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-9188401249713182230?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/9188401249713182230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=9188401249713182230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/9188401249713182230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/9188401249713182230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-news-mun-will-be-back-soon.html' title='Good news!! Mun will be back soon!'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-1162819910559283909</id><published>2009-05-15T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:15:31.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Gurls night out!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, yesterday was really an unforgettable girls night out, thanks to ms nicole/ ms xerox/ ah ling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the gurls time that we spent together, all the crazy laughters.. pervert jokes.. laugh til our ass caught on fire... jaws falling out.. Sharing our insane idea about life experiences, gepohing about all biggest to the smallest beings on the planet. Like a herd/bunch of hens kokoking around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Chad, we are nurturing you to be the best womanizer in the world! When that day come, don't forget about this herd of nurturers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-1162819910559283909?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1162819910559283909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=1162819910559283909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/1162819910559283909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/1162819910559283909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonderful-gurls-night-out.html' title='Wonderful Gurls night out!!'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-7081871704686745369</id><published>2009-05-14T13:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:18:26.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone wants to be wanted</title><content type='html'>Humans have their very own values, uniquely.&lt;br /&gt;We constantly evaluate ourselves of our values to others, but the way we did it was wrong if its done in using comparison among individuals. &lt;br /&gt;The right way is to compare within ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;People seldom compare within because they dont know themselves well and conveniently compare outwardly with others.&lt;br /&gt;And this is always the source of suffers. &lt;br /&gt;If it were to say humans have dominating qualities like earth, water, air and fire (oopps... watch too much Angels and Demons), how can u compare water and fire? If u are comparing yourself with others, u are actually asking water to burn and fire to flow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already desperately being wanted, since the day we were born and that's why we were born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-7081871704686745369?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7081871704686745369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=7081871704686745369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/7081871704686745369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/7081871704686745369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyone-wants-to-be-wanted.html' title='Everyone wants to be wanted'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-5673642782103634448</id><published>2009-05-07T16:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:05:25.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertlets giving out free tickets for   Angels and Demons </title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/SgKkm39uRnI/AAAAAAAAADc/t8417cyihak/s1600-h/angelsanddemons-flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/SgKkm39uRnI/AAAAAAAAADc/t8417cyihak/s320/angelsanddemons-flyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333005896524908146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This May, Advertlets brings us one of the most anticipated movies of the year - the sequel to The Da Vinci Code - Angels &amp; Demons. Tom Hanks reprises his role as Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon. He is shocked to find proof that the legendary secret society, the Illuminati – dedicated since the time of Galileo to promoting the interests of science and condemning the faith of Catholicism – is alive, well, and murderously active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels &amp; Demons Movie Details:&lt;br /&gt;Genre – Thriller&lt;br /&gt;Cast – Tom Hanks, Ewan McGregor,&lt;br /&gt;Ayelet Zurer&lt;br /&gt;Director – Ron Howard&lt;br /&gt;Based on the bestseller by Dan Brown (Da Vinci Code)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Do We Get Tickets?&lt;br /&gt;A pair of tickets each (that’s two tickets) would be given to the first 75 Bloggers who write a post up in their site how badly they want to watch Angels and Demons before everyone else! 25 Tickets are reserved for Advertlets Titan bloggers &amp; guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.advertlets.com/weblog/2009/04/15/advertlets-presents-a-special-screening-of-angels-demons-the-sequel-to-the-da-vinci-code/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more details &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah!! we get to watch it TWO days before the world premiere! Thanks &lt;b&gt;Advertlets&lt;/b&gt;! Please note that security checks may be enforced and may need to keep handphone/cameras in storage before entering the movie hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know how much I miss Tom Hanks in action and imagine i could watch him two days before everyone else! hehehahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The producer was happy to talk about Hanks' head — and body in one of the interview:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm telling you, he's got a scene where he's swimming in Speedos, and he looks fantastic," Grazer says. "He's going to add 10 years to his career with that scene alone, just watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. uh hum.. I can't wait to see that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review: Neil Smith from Total Film gave it 4/5 stars and said: "some of the author's crazier embellishments are jettisoned in a film that atones for The Da Vinci Code's cardinal sin - &lt;b&gt;thou shalt not bore&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-5673642782103634448?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5673642782103634448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=5673642782103634448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/5673642782103634448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/5673642782103634448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/advertlets-giving-out-free-tickets-for.html' title='Advertlets giving out free tickets for  &lt;b&gt; Angels and Demons &lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRU6XmKTXWQ/SgKkm39uRnI/AAAAAAAAADc/t8417cyihak/s72-c/angelsanddemons-flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-6718717739254803578</id><published>2009-05-06T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:13:59.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>( Japan vs Thai ) ≠ Malaysia</title><content type='html'>I am glad to have a friend that always have freebies to share,&lt;br /&gt;Because of his free movie tickets, he had created a chance for me to realize something of Jap and Thai, which i will never think of watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found out that we can know more about a country culture, esp their thinking behavior through a movie, because a movie is created and altered according to the local "taste" and it is a hint of the pattern of mass crowd in that country, provided the director get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Thai are more emotional and feminine, less logical and more instant joy, and less patience. I guess it is a free and comfortable country to live in. While for Jap, the plotting of story is very weird for me... long long normal story line which definitely will make you fall asleep, then, very slow, it comes to an exaggerated climax out of really small problem, then back to long long boring story line and sleep again..zzzZZ I think they are in constant stress, following traditional rules and virtues. Those exaggerated climax out of small things looks like they are releasing their long suppressed feelings and thoughts. Really having culture shock, man! Anyway, they are very patient and determined (long long boring story line).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. I am sure they will have culture shock too, when watching our movies. Thanks for the treats, Chad! You make me realize how much i love Malaysia... HHmmmm.. ahhh, I'm loving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-6718717739254803578?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6718717739254803578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=6718717739254803578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/6718717739254803578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/6718717739254803578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/japan-vs-thai-malaysia.html' title='( Japan vs Thai ) ≠ Malaysia'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-2154191238510845565</id><published>2009-05-02T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:20:17.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dugong paradise</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, in a far away sea, there were four dugong friends playing together. One fine day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilli: Oh my god, the sea today is very calm, let's go to our paradise!! What say u?&lt;br /&gt;chen: Wokie! I wanna take photo over there, so i can blog and post it into the Dugong Blogging Community!&lt;br /&gt;yeng: HHmmmm.... Yupe, why not! I miss the bitter-sweet taste of Halophila..&lt;br /&gt;chris: okok.. u guys enough ady... I am really really hungry now.. Whooooaaaawwww..... I can eat up a whole cow!! Oooppss, I am a cow too, cannot eat similar species.&lt;br /&gt;chilli,chen,yeng,chris: Yo, let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they swam happily towards the strait of Johor and finally they reach the well-known paradise of seagrass bed, lying at the middle of the strait. The fresh smell of seagrass came into their senses and hhmmmm... ahhh... they started to chew on the tasty and nutritious Halophila leaves.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: Woaw... um..um..um..um.. they are really really tasty... um.. um.. um.. um.. &lt;br /&gt;chilli: oh my god... noooot baaaaad..&lt;br /&gt;yeng: sedapnya~~~&lt;br /&gt;chen: Come, let's take a picture of u all eating!&lt;br /&gt;chris,chilli,yeng: Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duuuoooooooo...." a big ship was passing by, all of them were irritated by the noisy and annoying sound of the engine of the ship. They somehow felt dizzy and unbalance after the long period of listening to it. From far, they saw a young dugong approached to the ship and suddenly the snout got cut off by the engine fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilli: Oh my god! OH MY GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;chen: oh my god again? u say so many time today already.&lt;br /&gt;yeng: This time is different, it's really OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;chris: I think the water current will drift our friend to the shore, and i hope creature on the shore will realize how they had affected us by their harmful activities.&lt;br /&gt;yeng: I heard that there is a creature on the shore called: "Mother Louisa", she and her fellow creatures will do their best to help us out a lil'!&lt;br /&gt;chilli: Let's put our hands together and pray for the sacrifice of our dear friend as a message for the creature on the shore, and also hope for everything goes well for "Mother Louisa".&lt;br /&gt;All of them fall into silence.... and prayed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-2154191238510845565?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2154191238510845565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=2154191238510845565' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2154191238510845565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2154191238510845565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/dugong-paradise.html' title='A dugong paradise'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-3375723594245798189</id><published>2009-05-02T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:10:46.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel love~~</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that i am a very rough and violent person. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know the art of living.&lt;br /&gt;But recently i was given so much chances and occurrences in life, to make me realize,&lt;br /&gt;More and more, again and again, &lt;br /&gt;That my violence is there because i don't accept myself,&lt;br /&gt;My violence is there because i thought i have the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to love, but to understand alone is enough. After the understanding, all the long long hatred on ourselves will be released and turned into care and love.&lt;br /&gt;And we will suddenly feel lighter by few kilos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-3375723594245798189?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3375723594245798189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=3375723594245798189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/3375723594245798189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/3375723594245798189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-love.html' title='I feel love~~'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-392157172950363793</id><published>2009-02-20T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:34:34.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescuing myself</title><content type='html'>I struggle as going through and being dragged in every scene and feeling unconsciously. To be free is to be conscious and objective, that's the only path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an experiment in myself is like growing an embryo within. It needs total care, love, awareness, patience and discipline in order to allow it to grow strongly and continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are sensitive enough, loving enough, I don't see any reason to not start rescuing ourselves as the whole world had gone so mad that we will only live miserably without the real answer within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gate gate para gate... Let's dis-cover ourselves, reveal the real joy within!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-392157172950363793?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/392157172950363793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=392157172950363793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/392157172950363793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/392157172950363793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/rescuing-myself.html' title='Rescuing myself'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-7211246571263978570</id><published>2009-02-16T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:53:21.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prove ourselves = Failure</title><content type='html'>I had always try to prove myself,&lt;br /&gt;To be a "somebody",&lt;br /&gt;It has always come to failure,&lt;br /&gt;Even at some point it seems success at the surface,&lt;br /&gt;but it is always greed and hunger underneath,&lt;br /&gt;hunger for more and more agreement, wealth and fame;&lt;br /&gt;and sleepless night shadowing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at least I am more awake;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the cause, it was just a total misunderstanding;&lt;br /&gt;Of the whole society and culture;&lt;br /&gt;In a continuous strong whorl of darkness &lt;br /&gt;of which so rare to find people who will take responsibility;&lt;br /&gt;and search within themselves to find the very source of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will take my own;&lt;br /&gt;and will share it to the others;&lt;br /&gt;People just need very simple care;&lt;br /&gt;Which i had been miser of for very long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-7211246571263978570?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7211246571263978570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=7211246571263978570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/7211246571263978570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/7211246571263978570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/prove-ourselves-failure.html' title='Prove ourselves = Failure'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-2939796537341298694</id><published>2009-02-16T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:29:50.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Lucky to be Unlucky</title><content type='html'>We will only realize once we are without,&lt;br /&gt;We thought we are lucky but we are unlucky;&lt;br /&gt;we thought we are unlucky but we are lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Only if we realize, the darkness and the light will unite;&lt;br /&gt;The curiosity of a sensitive heart is the key.&lt;br /&gt;Risk all those can be risk&lt;br /&gt;To find back and preserve our throbbing heart;&lt;br /&gt;As it is the only treasure of our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-2939796537341298694?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2939796537341298694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=2939796537341298694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2939796537341298694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2939796537341298694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-lucky-to-be-unlucky.html' title='Damn Lucky to be Unlucky'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-883430397630764878</id><published>2009-01-20T09:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:03:31.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't take for granted</title><content type='html'>Our nerve system is the most important organ in sending message and intergrate all our organs in our body. Every though, every act, every speech, every decision and interpretation... everything which are done, is the reflection of how intergrated we are. Well, it doesn't mean that we are intergrated if we have every part of our body in good condition. We are integrated only if we aware of their presence, appreciate and develop their full potential. There is no limit for the limited, but it will turn limited if we ignored and take for granted of their presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-883430397630764878?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/883430397630764878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=883430397630764878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/883430397630764878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/883430397630764878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-take-for-granted.html' title='Don&apos;t take for granted'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-2497957306263300986</id><published>2008-12-14T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:13:36.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well well</title><content type='html'>Only when we meet some incidence that is unexpected, a shock that is created from it will awake us, like an alarm clock to a dreaming man. Then, out of a sudden, we'll realize we are dreaming... missing so much valuable things in life as long as we are in the dream. These shocking experiences are actually gifts, tremendous gifts from existence that constantly remind us of what are the real precious in our life. We must have the courage to live out the life that we want, that are destined to be. But these experiences will become gifts to our life, only when we realized the deep meaning behind them. For these, things which are lost, are those which impermanent, we can lost them easily, which signs to us that there's no need to be grabbed on so tightly, but those which cannot be disappeared, are true love and care from the people surrounds us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-2497957306263300986?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2497957306263300986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=2497957306263300986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2497957306263300986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/2497957306263300986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-well-well.html' title='Well well well'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-8882461108911661019</id><published>2008-12-12T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:22:30.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man!! It is a blessing!!!</title><content type='html'>I was just awake... of the total unawaken,&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift to my life, of great part is missing...&lt;br /&gt;I've gained from it, only when I realized,&lt;br /&gt; for the beauty behind it, left only true love and care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-8882461108911661019?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8882461108911661019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=8882461108911661019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8882461108911661019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/8882461108911661019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2008/12/man-it-is-blessing.html' title='Man!! It is a blessing!!!'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-5492266913973280939</id><published>2008-12-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:16:44.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for a Wild Horse</title><content type='html'>Your eyes... give me a glimpse of pleasure;&lt;br /&gt;Your jaws... give me a sense of dare;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind... remind me of the clarity out of authenticity, out of the fountain of youth;&lt;br /&gt;Your hips...give me a feel of the wild horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... for being a perfect sign from existence, the courage of being a rebellious soul for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-5492266913973280939?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5492266913973280939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=5492266913973280939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/5492266913973280939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/5492266913973280939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-for-wild-horse.html' title='Love for a Wild Horse'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-7093651775694943022</id><published>2008-11-25T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:33:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities</title><content type='html'>We are given potential wings, to be spreaded...&lt;br /&gt;We are given oppotunities, to gain strength...&lt;br /&gt;We can soar, criss-crossing in different dimensions...&lt;br /&gt;We are gifted and loved to have this tremendous freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is one's responsibility to realise these gifts;&lt;br /&gt;They are not to be owned unless they are gained through realization.&lt;br /&gt;We are lucky enough, to born in this century of abundance hiding treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasures are spreading all over, but the key is within us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letgo... the ever-change;&lt;br /&gt;Alert... the ever-still.&lt;br /&gt;Continuition of effortless efforts,&lt;br /&gt;The flowing river to the ocean..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-7093651775694943022?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7093651775694943022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=7093651775694943022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/7093651775694943022'/><link rel='self' 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in and the out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To embrace this contrast, a vast space is needed,&lt;br /&gt;A vast of objectivity, a vast of clarity, a vast of compassion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will.... go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-4830174141712735818?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4830174141712735818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=4830174141712735818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/4830174141712735818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/4830174141712735818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-go-on.html' title='I will... go on'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-1625448844504720184</id><published>2008-11-02T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:20:50.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Dear Daddy</title><content type='html'>Dear Daddy,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a most sincere person i have ever meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the world of true care deep inside your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me realized there are so much possibilities in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your unconditional love guided me back to the world of bliss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the most beautiful man that I first met in my life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really lucky... to be your dear daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to you, forever dad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2604573517307355060-1625448844504720184?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1625448844504720184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=1625448844504720184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/1625448844504720184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/1625448844504720184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-dear-dear-daddy.html' title='My Dear Dear Daddy'/><author><name>Sarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906688291706626361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604573517307355060.post-1878677317997175715</id><published>2008-09-25T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:27:15.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ET: "How's life on your beautiful blue planet?"</title><content type='html'>We have been living like a dead and numb walking corpses;&lt;br /&gt;With all our life hung up our heads;&lt;br /&gt;Rotating minds in the same patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not eating while eating;&lt;br /&gt;Not sleeping while sleeping;&lt;br /&gt;Not listening while listening;&lt;br /&gt;Not walking while walking...&lt;br /&gt;We are in thousand and one pieces;&lt;br /&gt;Floating and being dragged here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for pride, agreement, certainty,  love... all from others&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever wanna know our true selves;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody dare to search within ourselves;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was conditioned to lose faith in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, why, we missed the sunrise everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Why we missed the soft touch of the breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Why we missed the hot of the afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;Why we missed the chirping birds?&lt;br /&gt;Why we missed the evening hues?&lt;br /&gt;Why we missed the starry night?&lt;br /&gt;Why we missed the cricket's songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604573517307355060-1878677317997175715?l=premsarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1878677317997175715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604573517307355060&amp;postID=1878677317997175715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/1878677317997175715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604573517307355060/posts/default/1878677317997175715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://premsarita.blogspot.com/2008/09/et-hows-life-on-your-beautiful-blue.html' title='ET: &quot;How&apos;s life 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