<?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-5418264528933723223</id><updated>2011-09-03T19:39:54.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jun's World</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my world!!! This blog is dedicated to share my thoughts other than photography like cars, food and not forgetting my LIFE! My beloved friends or even random passby, do be a part of my big adventure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-6446856008373627039</id><published>2011-09-03T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T19:39:54.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>澳洲坚果</title><content type='html'>一颗坚果&lt;br /&gt;顾名思义包含了坚`脆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆定然坚固地存在，&lt;br /&gt;但再坚硬的回忆也会将会脆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;美好呀难堪呀，&lt;br /&gt;都得一一咬下去，&lt;br /&gt;必然人生无常。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一帆风顺毕竟是理想主义的座右铭，&lt;br /&gt;平平顺顺的旅程不会让你我长大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salute Queen of Nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-6446856008373627039?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/6446856008373627039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/6446856008373627039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/6446856008373627039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='澳洲坚果'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-8693719719172833796</id><published>2010-09-17T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:40:40.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>旅。行</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有着牧羊人的血液，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;拥有马匹般的双脚，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不羁，无脚小鸟，‘晤尾飞陀，我行我素 ‘等称号往我肩旁挂。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我真的如此不念家？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;能踏出门外，我犹如神仙&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这是以前，现在，未来的我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;寻寻觅觅都不知在找什么。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所谓的自由有限期，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所谓的梦想有瓶颈，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所谓的青春有凋落。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也许我是个旅行家&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;旅 游并非景点&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;行 游并非走马&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也许我的理想话&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;换来呸声&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但总会到达终点的一天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;其实终点只是想活得不平凡一点。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-8693719719172833796?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/8693719719172833796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/8693719719172833796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/8693719719172833796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='旅。行'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-1785357456685036329</id><published>2010-08-08T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:15:17.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday session.</title><content type='html'>There are probably three possibilities one would wake up early on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;1. Church&lt;br /&gt;2. Weekly pasar pagi/ morning walk&lt;br /&gt;3. Dim sum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this week, is more like a combination of three. One second i was dreaming the other second i was waken up at the strike of seven. I got on mum's car as usual, and she started to tell me about what she heard and experience from the D-TOX thingy. Basically it means, i CANT drink cold packet milk, CANT eat mihun, CANT this and that... the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole journey was quite heavy for me to digest anyhow. Thinking, i should have listen to dad and got up to his car... Anyways, her purpose was good. Yet, it will be quite a sudden change for me to accept. Im already not a meaty person, so my food list are limited, now you even want to narrow it down. But knowing my adaptness would conquer that i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is always a very health cautious person. Which make us have to follow too. So, a question pop up in my mind, do we eat to live or live to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live to eat scenario:&lt;br /&gt;The passion and pleasure of eating are the priorities. Making eat the best enjoyment, underlying the fact, good food may usually bad for health. Share the happiness with the loved ones by not feeling the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat to live scenario:&lt;br /&gt;Eat the most healthy way, but may not be the most tasty, for most of the time, it may be even tasteless. Yet it is unsure this pathway will lead to longevity or rather it is a peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is hard to strike the balance, as i may be the eat to live type, but i have to adapt to both in order to survive in my life circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i finished the dimsum with them happily at least sharing some jokes around though the D-TOX topic cant be avoided. Maybe that's what my mum does best, spread the news around. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-1785357456685036329?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/1785357456685036329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-session.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/1785357456685036329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/1785357456685036329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-session.html' title='Sunday session.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-2277792672930614310</id><published>2010-08-06T08:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:35:57.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organising communication.</title><content type='html'>As we look around us, there seems to be communication process going on. Just without you really noticing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from individual single person communication. Many may persume one does not communicate yet it could be a single path communication. One many communicatate to him/herself by planning, thinking or even a purely a morning mood. That communicates a messge to people you walk past, you bumped into, or just someone who happen to observe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then proceed to a dyad type of communication which engage a minimum of two people either communicating regardless of any methods like on the phone, on the chat or face to face. Message conveyed and reaction or feedback would occur instantly. But there would be inteference from other parties. Which would make the situation rather complex. Just like there are two people wanted to order food at the same time and same spot. The waitress may need some skills to organise this chain relationship and communicate effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick Tock... ''come back'', my brain signals me. Is quite amusing how one's mind would stray around the observation once started, at least to me. Felt to write more as i stopped some time. It is always rewarding to start looking, analysing just things around me and process to words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-2277792672930614310?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/2277792672930614310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/08/organising-communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/2277792672930614310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/2277792672930614310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/08/organising-communication.html' title='Organising communication.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-9220496049491320546</id><published>2010-07-22T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:48:05.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-web blog.</title><content type='html'>Indeed a long time since i wrote a line here,&lt;br /&gt;it is a constant routine i have in checking my blog for other people's updates,&lt;br /&gt;yet not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i just feel quite delighted with a family good news.&lt;br /&gt;As my dearest cousin sister is finally tieing a knot with her beloved boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it seems i witnessed the process,&lt;br /&gt;but i just think i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 years ago, i was happen to open the door in my uncle's place to a unfamiliar guy.(literately) I was just a kid, and i have to call him gor gor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name sounds similar to Leehom's, but the chinese characters are totally different. Haha, and he did used to tell me he is 1% alike to Leehom.Now, having being a part of Aurora Corporation(soon, haha!), i am now address him with his first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, i may need to address him more formally, but this time i can get angpao from him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there is a gap between me and my cousin sister. But she is not a total stranger but someone i look up to and respect. We became closer as i became her boutique's part timer and photographer. Random nights of dinner and tea time, made me felt she is a simple gal yet down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may not seem to be the most romantic nor lovely couple, but i felt they are quite meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will have my blessing for sure. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-9220496049491320546?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/9220496049491320546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/07/un-web-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/9220496049491320546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/9220496049491320546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/07/un-web-blog.html' title='Un-web blog.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-8831249252910565902</id><published>2010-05-20T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:14:18.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雨</title><content type='html'>平凡的下午，&lt;br /&gt;雨突然下起，&lt;br /&gt;风雨雷电轰，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我任坦然地，&lt;br /&gt;听着雨滴答，&lt;br /&gt;默认我的确，&lt;br /&gt;属于雨小孩，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢那突然，&lt;br /&gt;不经意的到，&lt;br /&gt;却留下痕迹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆吗？&lt;br /&gt;现状吗？&lt;br /&gt;未来吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都如此意想不到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你或许有着天气预报，&lt;br /&gt;有着风湿关节，&lt;br /&gt;还是先天测云功能，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但，若雨要下，&lt;br /&gt;没人能阻止，&lt;br /&gt;就选择平静地接受吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-8831249252910565902?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/8831249252910565902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/8831249252910565902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/8831249252910565902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='雨'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-7044058010662760570</id><published>2010-03-15T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:48:00.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21.</title><content type='html'>Dad said if i could live till 84, 25% of my life is gone by now.&lt;br /&gt;The remaining 75% could be very crucial how i gonna mould it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a milestone of one's life, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;Though more responsibilities will be put into the 'backpack'',&lt;br /&gt;yet, ''this is life'' say it's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fancy party, no overwhelming presents,&lt;br /&gt;but a sense of happiness where i always seek for.&lt;br /&gt;A simple night spent happily together.&lt;br /&gt;A toast to life, a shout for a match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apperciate all the blessings and wishes,&lt;br /&gt;especially from someone i have not hear for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone i love, stay happy and take care!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-7044058010662760570?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/7044058010662760570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/03/21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/7044058010662760570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/7044058010662760570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/03/21.html' title='21.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-7482448691630796577</id><published>2010-02-21T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:40:27.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>未来</title><content type='html'>当假期接近尾声，年也快过完&lt;br /&gt;给了一个又一个送别拥抱&lt;br /&gt;也不知道几时再见面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然对自己的未来感到慌张&lt;br /&gt;犹如梦醒的那一刻&lt;br /&gt;又回到现实社会&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;承若，责任，理想&lt;br /&gt;站在同一个水平线&lt;br /&gt;待我做抉择&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;音乐继续在响&lt;br /&gt;我的心依然在跳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来简简单单&lt;br /&gt;也不容易&lt;br /&gt;因为简单是所有复杂的结晶品&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-7482448691630796577?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/7482448691630796577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/7482448691630796577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/7482448691630796577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='未来'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-3677120755972485800</id><published>2010-01-24T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:23:33.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasar Malam</title><content type='html'>Sunday evening is always a happy moment for me,&lt;br /&gt;even is raining like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im the pasar malam queen, so they say... haha!&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse there are many reasons im so into going to night markets,&lt;br /&gt;the place, the atmosphere, and not forgetting the food. (this is indeed the main reason. :P)&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Selayang, a small town i shall say, and it is the place that is meaningful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could walk into the rain just to buy my favourite corn and popiah for my buddy (if you still remember... :P)&lt;br /&gt;It was the warmth from those familiar aunties and uncles who still produce nice food that touches my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it is a place, i feel i belong to very much even i have moved here for almost 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i dare the rain again to venture my another favourite asam laksa, i guess im not alone in this situation, there were more people than i expect waiting for thier delicious bowl of noodles.&lt;br /&gt;However, Bukit Maluri's always remind me the endless promise to Abilene of going pasar malam together. I do miss those times. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-3677120755972485800?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/3677120755972485800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/pasar-malam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/3677120755972485800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/3677120755972485800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/pasar-malam.html' title='Pasar Malam'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-5866907783520934171</id><published>2010-01-06T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:11:12.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotic Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was Asean Games, football final men category...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was Malaysia vs Vietnam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed a very inconvenient fact i happen to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, that was the night i will always remember, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching the whole match in 2 different places,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the cozy coffee shop with a warm, delicious and amazing bowl of Pho Bo ( beef noodles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the never ending smoothies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was very confuse dont know which to support actually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or i decided to support the goal... which i always do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coffee shop closed quite early and we switched back to our 'original' hotel (we changed 3 hotels in 3 days) to continue watching... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a breezing cold night i suppose, and staying inside, hearing people cheering 'co len' and my heart did silently hope for Vietnam to win after knowing they waited for 50 years for that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pity it was not a success for Vietnam, but i didnt really feel happy for Malaysia, cause it was not a clear win after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the streets were still full of cheering despite being the silver medalist again, and the atmosphere really made me felt Vietnamese people do love their country. Surely a fact, it is more than Malaysian, they would only maybe cheer for MU for their endless victories over pub but never for their country or it's just me that didn't experience that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Co len, Vietnam... im sure the 26th Asean Games, you will really win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423596429821396610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/S0R8N6yUxoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lQn72UJEtiM/s200/IMG_5018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-5866907783520934171?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/5866907783520934171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/patriotic-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/5866907783520934171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/5866907783520934171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/patriotic-spirit.html' title='Patriotic Spirit'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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/_he_UwpeQyFI/S0R8N6yUxoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lQn72UJEtiM/s72-c/IMG_5018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-4735741122042319412</id><published>2010-01-04T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:52:58.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After math</title><content type='html'>Skipping a day from the travel journey,&lt;br /&gt;and talk about today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my car today,&lt;br /&gt;along with a very heavy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a temporary feeling, or it might be permenant,&lt;br /&gt;the responsibility of driving safely,&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of my beloveds, other peoples' safety,&lt;br /&gt;it is needed at least for this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This accident will always 'remind' me of the mistakes i did,&lt;br /&gt;It was really a lesson to be remembered and not repeat.&lt;br /&gt;Speeding or cutting lanes seems to become my past, at least i wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to be alive and actions need to be made.&lt;br /&gt;I have to believe i could make this change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-4735741122042319412?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/4735741122042319412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-math.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/4735741122042319412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/4735741122042319412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-math.html' title='After math'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-5553086409962010500</id><published>2010-01-03T18:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:51:43.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting Travel Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, im finally back to my home...&lt;br /&gt;the very first time i have been travelling for so long,&lt;br /&gt;many things happened along the way,&lt;br /&gt;but i bet i really became the disgusting traveller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason to this was because i was highly influenced by the other disgusting travelmate.&lt;br /&gt;Details of disgusting could be ommited as it would lead to discomfort reading on...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what i could say is, it was more than snoring, 'good timing' burping, forgotten shower days, rewear socks over and over again... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this is what i find travel quite interesting somewhat,&lt;br /&gt;you could unwind all your routines, your house rules, your manners and get wild, ofcourse not too over... haha!&lt;br /&gt;Here comes opening up your heart, to accept many things that would oppose to your expectation of travel mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is just like watching amazing race, all the ugly truth will appear during the journey, but at least that is the very real of the person i perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;If one can accept that, then surely they will be as closer than ever,&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, that could be the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, is never the destination, but the experience and how you have grown throughout the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very lucky to have such a great travel mate which could overshadowed all the barriers, enlighten laughters to a higher level and let me feel so much how she had grew up from where she belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam on, travelmate, no matter how disgusting you are, cause im too now! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422479633517852066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/S0CEf0WfNaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dvnBiG_wjFQ/s200/IMG_5156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-5553086409962010500?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/5553086409962010500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/disgusting-travel-mate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/5553086409962010500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/5553086409962010500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/disgusting-travel-mate.html' title='Disgusting Travel Mate'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/S0CEf0WfNaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dvnBiG_wjFQ/s72-c/IMG_5156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-1170641495258350921</id><published>2009-12-08T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:42:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas is coming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, really felt im a little kid suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;dancing and smiling with christmas carol jiggling in my ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching Home Alone 1 and 2 during Christmas times,&lt;br /&gt;though none of us in the family really celebrate christmas,&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to this movie, i always have this joy when the festive apporaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, to me is just a festive to be happy,and not so much about presents...&lt;br /&gt;And importantly be with family and friends, though i always go travel-about during that time...&lt;br /&gt;Haha, vacation time! Packing, checking, and enjoy what is installed ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone who drop by to this blog, have a merry little christmas and happy 2010...&lt;br /&gt;seems to early to say so, but i have to say it in advance. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412705383655415234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sx3K3mKgHcI/AAAAAAAAAdA/khsratGsm9s/s200/101_0290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-1170641495258350921?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/1170641495258350921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/1170641495258350921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/1170641495258350921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-is-coming.html' title='Xmas is coming!!!'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sx3K3mKgHcI/AAAAAAAAAdA/khsratGsm9s/s72-c/101_0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-5785083016402805523</id><published>2009-12-07T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:08:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold nights.</title><content type='html'>20 years, but only recent years i know how fragile life could be,&lt;br /&gt;I've spent 10 years thinking why my childhood or my school was different,&lt;br /&gt;yet the outcome was not even important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting scenes are replaced one by one,&lt;br /&gt;my fear are conquered more and more,&lt;br /&gt;do i become stronger?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so many mistakes in life,&lt;br /&gt;so many lessons to be remembered,&lt;br /&gt;a cold night rewinding every single impact scenes,&lt;br /&gt;telling myself,&lt;br /&gt;'that's it... been there, done there...&lt;br /&gt;fight the fear and live on...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-5785083016402805523?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/5785083016402805523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/12/cold-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/5785083016402805523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/5785083016402805523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/12/cold-nights.html' title='Cold nights.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-5052876789106139369</id><published>2009-11-19T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:01:35.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing comes easy.</title><content type='html'>Semester ends, i began to the routine me,&lt;br /&gt;work work and work to earn more money for travel,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people wonder why i'm so busy,&lt;br /&gt;is just because nothing comes easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes with a price,&lt;br /&gt;I realise that very young,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it does made me different,&lt;br /&gt;and so does other who realise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But working for a dream,&lt;br /&gt;does give a boost to the motivation,&lt;br /&gt;even it is a boring job,&lt;br /&gt;you could also learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the upcoming Vietnam trip,&lt;br /&gt;That shall be the fruit for all my hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-5052876789106139369?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/5052876789106139369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-comes-easy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/5052876789106139369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/5052876789106139369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-comes-easy.html' title='Nothing comes easy.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-2391049944861858051</id><published>2009-10-28T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:42:54.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time zoomsss...</title><content type='html'>Deja vu feeling of back to back birthday celebrations,&lt;br /&gt;signalling time has passed,&lt;br /&gt;assignments wrapping up,&lt;br /&gt;team mates holding hands running to the finish line,&lt;br /&gt;a semester sees its end very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness showered along my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Achievements feel its glow,&lt;br /&gt;Confidence still in pending mode,&lt;br /&gt;Substance is yet to fill in to the empty me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still many question with so little answers,&lt;br /&gt;time zooms with me running to an uncertain aim,&lt;br /&gt;this year's path may be slightly different,&lt;br /&gt;i got to pick up more joy and love than ever,&lt;br /&gt;or i shall viewing things in different perspectives does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est La Vie!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sue-G9HVWbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1okfmPWnAzE/s1600-h/ktm+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sue-G9HVWbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1okfmPWnAzE/s200/ktm+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397491705120643506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-2391049944861858051?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/2391049944861858051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-zoomsss.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/2391049944861858051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/2391049944861858051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-zoomsss.html' title='Time zoomsss...'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sue-G9HVWbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1okfmPWnAzE/s72-c/ktm+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-3666913436473023041</id><published>2009-10-15T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:22:51.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign</title><content type='html'>Everything in this world,&lt;br /&gt;somehow happen with a sign,&lt;br /&gt;no matter is an early or later one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, even we saw the sign,&lt;br /&gt;we are not able to change the upcoming happenings.&lt;br /&gt;my sixth sense always hint me of something bad,&lt;br /&gt;but most of the time i couldn't make a difference to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a sign,&lt;br /&gt;a mental preparation.&lt;br /&gt;i bet many people have this instinct,&lt;br /&gt;just maybe mine was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens with just a snap,&lt;br /&gt;So fragile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary, it gave us a opporturnity to grow up and stay strong,&lt;br /&gt;most importantly was to feel love is still around in tragic moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em, take care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/StcTfpFXQvI/AAAAAAAAARM/XeFmmyJrdX8/s1600-h/100_3613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/StcTfpFXQvI/AAAAAAAAARM/XeFmmyJrdX8/s200/100_3613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392800513124680434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-3666913436473023041?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/3666913436473023041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/sign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/3666913436473023041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/3666913436473023041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/sign.html' title='A sign'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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/_he_UwpeQyFI/StcTfpFXQvI/AAAAAAAAARM/XeFmmyJrdX8/s72-c/100_3613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-2384529684345535786</id><published>2009-10-14T11:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:19:38.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Source of happiness.</title><content type='html'>We pursue for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, sometimes it just appears in front of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Everything composed with a very simple manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lively talk over meals,&lt;br /&gt;An innocent laugh,&lt;br /&gt;A reflective reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/StVDBy9oy4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/cO62k0FNrZU/s1600-h/P3030005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/StVDBy9oy4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/cO62k0FNrZU/s200/P3030005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289826985266050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-2384529684345535786?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/2384529684345535786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/source-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/2384529684345535786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/2384529684345535786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/source-of-happiness.html' title='Source of happiness.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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/_he_UwpeQyFI/StVDBy9oy4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/cO62k0FNrZU/s72-c/P3030005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-7981248357660730310</id><published>2009-10-07T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:44:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McD</title><content type='html'>I grew up with McD, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many memories was kept this fast food chain store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The yellow arch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ice cream. ( i know is not the best)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Ronald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first birthday party location,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A favourite hangout place since young, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A landmark when comes to direction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went there alone just now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noticed so many things had changed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digitalise, modernised, food 'healthier', more affordable, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Different concept all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer eat ice cream there with dad at 1am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer bring homeworks to discuss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer eager to eat McFish like i used to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came by to feed my stomach as the last option, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came by as it was just too hot at home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came by to set my mind free, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and silently revisit memories that i once had in there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389837602775637970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/SsyMvj58H9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/umwCioB8lCE/s400/McD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-7981248357660730310?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/7981248357660730310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/mcd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/7981248357660730310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/7981248357660730310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/mcd.html' title='McD'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/SsyMvj58H9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/umwCioB8lCE/s72-c/McD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-1397634254239875516</id><published>2009-10-05T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:44:16.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Stylist</title><content type='html'>I dont have much fashion sense,&lt;br /&gt;What comes to comfortable will suit me,&lt;br /&gt;Some even think im very simple,&lt;br /&gt;I never doubt that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my favourite hair stylist today,&lt;br /&gt;Really cheer up my dull and stress day,&lt;br /&gt;Due to some reasons,&lt;br /&gt;We lost contact,&lt;br /&gt;But still found each other on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it is always a great routine having her to trim my hair,&lt;br /&gt;She always willing to share thoughts about her profession,&lt;br /&gt;She's passion and very ethical in giving her customer the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe when you serve your customer with sincere,&lt;br /&gt;They will always feel it and wish to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,Judy for cheering my day up once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389188126642377570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sso-DExFk2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/_2RV5NfouXk/s200/IMGP1680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no pics of her, cause she dont let me to take... haha! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-1397634254239875516?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/1397634254239875516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/hair-stylist.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/1397634254239875516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/1397634254239875516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/hair-stylist.html' title='Hair Stylist'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sso-DExFk2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/_2RV5NfouXk/s72-c/IMGP1680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-7497887326419102700</id><published>2009-10-04T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:45:34.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling apart.</title><content type='html'>The mind is not with me,&lt;br /&gt;The soul went somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;The body collapsing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things come across me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet everything was gone in a snap,&lt;br /&gt;So hard to grip hold to every single updated details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could help me in this,&lt;br /&gt;I need to fight back and stand again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on,&lt;br /&gt;A familiar phrase,&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could do it more effectively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-7497887326419102700?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/7497887326419102700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-apart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/7497887326419102700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/7497887326419102700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-apart.html' title='Falling apart.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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-5418264528933723223.post-9088093772699689946</id><published>2009-09-27T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:09:39.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know too much...</title><content type='html'>In some sundays, at least a sigh will happen,&lt;br /&gt;it could be maybe Ferrari is not performing,&lt;br /&gt;but most probably is something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of the computer,&lt;br /&gt;listening to a familiar conversation over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt i knew too much,&lt;br /&gt;why i care to know?&lt;br /&gt;just because i still care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hopeless and helpless feeling always provoke me this moment,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i wish i could see it in a very different light,&lt;br /&gt;is eventually end up the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trap that i set myself,&lt;br /&gt;and seems to stuck there forever,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it needs an dramatic incident to end all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how many more sundays i have to listen to this and feel the same again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sr96S8MwQJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IHG9DwN6PtU/s1600-h/DSCF2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sr96S8MwQJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IHG9DwN6PtU/s200/DSCF2365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386158145174257810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-9088093772699689946?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/9088093772699689946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/09/know-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/9088093772699689946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/9088093772699689946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/09/know-too-much.html' title='Know too much...'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/Sr96S8MwQJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IHG9DwN6PtU/s72-c/DSCF2365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-3488427715269459866</id><published>2009-09-25T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:48:32.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Transport Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun day scrolling around the city, looking to new changes of buildings, cars, road or even a minor change in Malaysian courtesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interstingly, realizing more people line to get into KTMs, but i bet it could be still pretty disasterous when it comes to peak hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lining in the ladies also became a 'new' phenonmena in town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more to highlight was to see a youth providing an elderly a sit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is just much more than that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had a late breakfast at a cafe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;observing people come and go has just been an interesting to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Culture globalisation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only today i realise how Arabic women drink and eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i would sound like someone from the forest now, haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but, one thing to mention, their eyes are very alert all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then i started to notice random street walker's eye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they all indicate various message somehow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some are exhausted, some are thinking, some are smiling (with their eyes, it does happen), some said 'im bored' ...me, always in the observing mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/SrzVNIwVr_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/66uFiZhEncA/s1600-h/DSC_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_he_UwpeQyFI/SrzVNIwVr_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/66uFiZhEncA/s200/DSC_0885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385413676093517810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-3488427715269459866?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/3488427715269459866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/09/public-transport-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/3488427715269459866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/3488427715269459866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/09/public-transport-day.html' title='Public Transport Day!'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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/_he_UwpeQyFI/SrzVNIwVr_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/66uFiZhEncA/s72-c/DSC_0885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418264528933723223.post-4040499888201725575</id><published>2009-09-24T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:42:53.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Jun is back! To the brand new blog, a series of refreshing thoughts will be shared over here. It will be a no border territory, from personal feelings till the very simple what-i-did today kind of post. So, do drop by all the time and most importantly i need to hear from you too. Make it a place to gather, and share! &lt;p&gt; Cheers! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418264528933723223-4040499888201725575?l=chewingjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/feeds/4040499888201725575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/4040499888201725575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418264528933723223/posts/default/4040499888201725575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewingjun.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello Everyone!'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999447060664897921</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></feed>
