<?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-3444623708345602812</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:25:20.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Typing Out Loud</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-typingoutloud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444623708345602812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-typingoutloud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16508507532295093348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444623708345602812.post-7429955375360716620</id><published>2007-03-25T23:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:19:07.945+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You would think someone who grew up between 4 countries in her life time would find moving to another country a breeze. – not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the Middle East, where I thought I was familiar with the culture, and boy am I surprised. . Its not the country that is the problem, I think it’s my relatives..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never grew up with relatives around me. In my non cyber world you would often hear me saying “ my friends are my family” To me, relatives were a few phone calls a year, during birthdays and holidays. With the internet, the calls were  replaced with  e-cards, which was great, because I never really had much to say to them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, I always wished I was like my friends when we were growing up. They would go spend a night at their grandparent’s house, or have lunch with their uncle’s family, sleep overs at cousins, or even bump into a relative in public etc..&lt;br /&gt;I never had or experienced anything like that accept for 2 or 3 summers in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the summers they visited, I loved the experience, telling all my friends that my relatives are visiting! There was joy in apologizing to my friends, telling them that I cant make it, I am going out with my relatives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, that was years ago and nothing remains the same. I moved to be closer to my parents who moved to this side of the world. Having my relatives in the same country was supposed to be a plus!  Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am beginning to see what the fuss was all about when my friends complained about family members. I have joined the club, and I have only been here for three months!&lt;br /&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/3444623708345602812-7429955375360716620?l=d-typingoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-typingoutloud.blogspot.com/feeds/7429955375360716620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3444623708345602812&amp;postID=7429955375360716620&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444623708345602812/posts/default/7429955375360716620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444623708345602812/posts/default/7429955375360716620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-typingoutloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-new-life.html' title='MY NEW LIFE'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16508507532295093348</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></feed>
