<?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-3949404838491430647</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:29:22.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Took charge of my Destiny</title><subtitle type='html'>A simple woman's heart-warming story of how she pulled herself out from despair, and into the light of freedom and happiness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesimplewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949404838491430647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesimplewoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972659340754155042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vdt66jxj5jA/Suf19kMrELI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i7SYaxtibX8/S220/KAY+PROFILE.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949404838491430647.post-963947520454843015</id><published>2009-10-28T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:57:45.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEGINNING OF THE JOURNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi there My name is Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 45 year old housewife living in Mumbai. Married 20 years ago I was at home looking after my 2 kids, I began spending a lot of time on the internet looking for ways to increase my husbands monthly income. After going through so many ads and spending so much money on various false promises made by so many websites I was disheartened and sad. But then I stumbled upon this site which was genuinely interested in helping people like me to reach financial independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you'd like to know more about how I began earning money working from home, you can go ahead and click this link -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bizze.org/?ix=eze4145"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT HOW THE MONEY BEGAN FLOWING IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thus began my wonderful journey in the unknown, which i would like to share with you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949404838491430647-963947520454843015?l=onesimplewoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesimplewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/963947520454843015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onesimplewoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginning-of-journey.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949404838491430647/posts/default/963947520454843015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949404838491430647/posts/default/963947520454843015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesimplewoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginning-of-journey.html' title='THE BEGINNING OF THE JOURNEY'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972659340754155042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vdt66jxj5jA/Suf19kMrELI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i7SYaxtibX8/S220/KAY+PROFILE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949404838491430647.post-3439821671209205800</id><published>2008-11-02T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:01:22.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GROCERY SHOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever feel that creeping sensation of awkwardness that starts at the back of your neck and moves to your scalp ? Especially when you are trying to avoid some awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a small 2 bedroom apartment just off the main road. At the corner is a grocery shop called "Good Luck Shop". This was both ironic and funny to me, as the owner of "Good Luck" had extended some credit to me and I has now run up a tidy little sum. I really thought about the Luck angle, but couldnt see much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been over 3 weeks that I had assured him I'd pay, but now he was beginning to send his shop assistant up to the house every evening by 7, when he knew I'd be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was no different as I was walked hurriedly past, with the hope that he wouldnt notice me, yet trying to keep my stride confident and brisk, so as not to appear like I was avoiding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up, saw me, smiled thinly and waved. As if to say - " I know its you. And I know you know."&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was party to a secret deal that was so terrible it had to remain unspoken. I shuddered as I climbed the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow" I thought, "I WILL deal with this. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I was home, the kids almost jumped on me. They were hiding behind the fridge and wanted to surprise me. And surprise they did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the living room about 15 kids, sitting sprawled all around, books all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a so called "study party".&lt;br /&gt;I now had to cook and feed this motley bunch, just when I was so tired and wanted to lie down for about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and smiled...... I knew inside the kitchen, all I had was a few packs of Instant Noodles. Oh the oblivious bliss of youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949404838491430647-3439821671209205800?l=onesimplewoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesimplewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3439821671209205800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onesimplewoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/grocery-shop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949404838491430647/posts/default/3439821671209205800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949404838491430647/posts/default/3439821671209205800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesimplewoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/grocery-shop.html' title='THE GROCERY SHOP'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972659340754155042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vdt66jxj5jA/Suf19kMrELI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i7SYaxtibX8/S220/KAY+PROFILE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
