<?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-6283050904686088883</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:34:36.351+08:00</updated><category term='Penang food'/><title type='text'>My B|ue Wor|D</title><subtitle type='html'>The Wor|D of Lil Crazy Ga|</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-1108009179579695817</id><published>2009-02-18T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:05:44.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To have or Not to have.....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To love or Not to love......?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To like or Not to like.......?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To hate or Not to hate......?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;These are the questions that always plays a fool in the mind.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've come to my senses and ultimately.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm OVER YOU !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050904686088883-1108009179579695817?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1108009179579695817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=1108009179579695817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/1108009179579695817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/1108009179579695817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-you.html' title='Over you'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-8855991187153081958</id><published>2009-02-14T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:14:04.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Your Life</title><content type='html'>Today someone asks me what day is today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I said??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 14th....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asks, what day is tody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he said today is Valentine's Day and No worry you will find yours soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ALL the Humans..... Live Your Life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday can be Valentine's day if you wan to.... so why bother on this day only to show extra care and luvs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said... DO IT EVERYDAY for your loved ones.... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050904686088883-8855991187153081958?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8855991187153081958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=8855991187153081958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/8855991187153081958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/8855991187153081958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-your-life.html' title='Live Your Life'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-1529656554604673648</id><published>2008-03-12T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:33:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today marked the One year anniversary when I packed one suitcase, one luggage bag, one bag of Vincci shoes ( only two pairs only, STOP the"Oh Gosh" or "Oh Wow" thingy ) and a backpack and bought one way ticket from Aeroline One Utama stating Bandar Utama to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also marked the first time I met my landlord and landlady, pay one month deposit, one month rental and half month agent fees for my new home a.k.a. room. Btw, did I mention that I got lost too in the area that I was staying when I first arrived? NO?? Then, will update it later. Need to write some reminder down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how many new things had happened within one day but was one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write this down in this blog one year ago but being humans, especially me, it went from tomorrow to tomorrow to next week to next month to finally next year. What a better way to start write this but not on the anniversary itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This write up has more to come as I want to throw out all those things that I have been wanting to say but have not done so. At the same time showing you those pictures that I've taken with the gift from my ex-colleagues/friends/sisters in Malaysia - My ever first DIGITAL CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here goes................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176873242990415010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R9fyyUerDKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTkqb8SQkqM/s200/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is a picture taken of myself at estimated time 10.30 am, inside the bus, going through LDP, almost reaching CP Tower. Look how "Chan" I was. Compare to now, any difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176873277350153394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R9fy0UerDLI/AAAAAAAAACY/N12aT5EFx8I/s200/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is taken because I felt sad as I was passing by my ex-office. I should been inside at CP Tower, 14th floor working but then I was outside, venturing to a new place, new environment and new challenge. Didn't know whether the decision that I've made was correct or wrong. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050904686088883-1529656554604673648?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1529656554604673648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=1529656554604673648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/1529656554604673648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/1529656554604673648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-my-life.html' title='It&apos;s My Life'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R9fyyUerDKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTkqb8SQkqM/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-8278417819450737771</id><published>2008-03-10T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:20:48.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One day you called home and suddenly a member of your family tell you that He/She is going blind. What do you do or how do you react to that statement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, months come and again one day you received a call. This time, He/She tells you that the He/She has been to the doctor and the doctor says He/She still has 6 months to live due to kidney problems. What do you do this time? How do you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sadden when I heard this but I cannot react because I don't know how or what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dumbfound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can donate my kidney and my eyes, I would but can I do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking away now from the reality cause I am scared and afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me when I was little, at the time when my Poh Poh passed away, I told myself, no one shall goes before me for I do not think I can take the grief that my family members are gone and I am still alive. If anyone were to go, I should be the one first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050904686088883-8278417819450737771?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8278417819450737771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=8278417819450737771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/8278417819450737771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/8278417819450737771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-away.html' title='Walking Away'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-6398859041507038114</id><published>2008-03-09T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:44:37.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reading the news today was kinda of heart ache but at the same, a pleasure was also felt. This was the different feeling that I have from the election results in year 2004. At that time, I was pretty glad that BN won but today, I am not sad that they lost Penang, my hometown but also to lose 3 other states. That's a pretty hard blow to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I think they over confidence with themselves this time especially those contesting in my hometown. On top of that, I find it very annoying to see the billboards, the TV ads and on the bus station advertisement board. It really makes me wonder where the hell does all these money comes from? Why is it only when election times, all these efforts are being put up when they could have use those same money to help those less unfortunate. I believe action speaks better for themselves. So, irregardless, if you have billboards or not, as long as the results is being shown, you do not have to spend all these extra moneys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until the next election, there will be 3 things of certain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. New leaders to proof themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Ousted candidates to proof themselves even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Never give up of what you believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do not believe in politics but I believe we are one as Malaysians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050904686088883-6398859041507038114?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6398859041507038114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=6398859041507038114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/6398859041507038114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/6398859041507038114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2008/03/starting-today.html' title='Starting Today'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-5138515406635123505</id><published>2008-03-03T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:55:13.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wo-Fm0UrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jCO0C7W7eU8/s1600-h/IMG_3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173555119063847602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wo-Fm0UrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jCO0C7W7eU8/s200/IMG_3399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 should brings lots of good memories for me. For starter, one of my childhood friends of 21 years is giving birth this year. She is due in May'2008. An ex-colleague of mine has already welcome a baby boy on the 1st day of CNY. Following on that, it is also the 10th year anniversary of my friendship with two group of friends. One group comprise of #Frends channel kaki, the good old days from IRC and the other group comprise of ex-colleagues from Dave's Deli, the good old workings while studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for the unbelievable 10 years. I can truthfully says that the #Frends kaki are now officially all married ( in our little circle of friends, you know who you are ) EXCEPT for me. The other group of them are Single and Available and both of the girls are now aiming for better life outside of Malaysia. Within these two group of friends, we have been through ups and downs, fights and truce, happiness and sadness and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great pleasure and honour of mine to be their friend, sister, ah mui, heng tai, you named it, I'm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, me and my 2 girl friends went for a trip to commemorate on this special anniversary and here is our picture from the trip. Will update the other group of friends picture once I have it. Btw, Happy Birthday Jane!! Hope you had a good time in our mini birthday celebration. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050904686088883-5138515406635123505?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5138515406635123505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=5138515406635123505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/5138515406635123505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/5138515406635123505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-feeling.html' title='What a Feeling'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wo-Fm0UrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jCO0C7W7eU8/s72-c/IMG_3399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-8788265261508126134</id><published>2008-03-03T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:54:37.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today after working in Singapore for more than 11 months and 19 days, I really loses my cool. How can my CHR from Corporate High Risk becomes Corporate Highly Ridiculous? I've never come across such kind of services being rendered by a Manager and especially Learning and Development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only it is ridiculous that the policy is at such but to think bout it as in they never actually fights for my or rather our benefits. Instead, they comes up with REALLY REALLY UNBENEFICIAL benefits for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did? I reply the manager's email with cc to my boss and her intern condeming her professionalism and how she should looks outside the box instead of within the box. In a rage of anger, I've started to look outside Singapore for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : All CHR sucks to the MAX from what I think of them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050904686088883-8788265261508126134?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8788265261508126134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=8788265261508126134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/8788265261508126134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/8788265261508126134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2008/03/shut-up.html' title='Shut Up'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-6413710743870819406</id><published>2007-06-17T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:54:08.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do not want to post this at first but after reading Chris' blog. I felt I wanna share this with you also. Remember how you once told me inside you car when you were sending me home that " kids are eww till they are 21". That was like few years back and till today I still remember it. And do you still remember what I told you? When you have your own children, you will feel the most extraordinary feelings in this world and this is something no one else can give you but your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week has been a roller coaster for me when I heard of the news. I could not help feeling the sorrows and the sadness that you and your wife felt and till today, I am still feeling it. Even I was never there to see both of them, I could felt them. They were like the most precious thing that was added to my heart. I wish I could be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a friend and as you sister and the god mom to your childrens, remember always that I and the rest of the gang will be there to support you. If you need to talk to someone or to cry it all out, you can just call us and we will be there for you. I do not mind if you or your wife called me in the early wee of the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the little one is a fighter and he will survive and grow up to be a healthy boy like his brother. For the one that has left us, God will take good care of him and I am sure of that. He will always be my godson, no matter where he is. I will remember him always and pray for him and his brothers. Believe me when I say this. I do not really pray but for them, I will start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050904686088883-6413710743870819406?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6413710743870819406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=6413710743870819406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/6413710743870819406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/6413710743870819406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2007/06/precious.html' title='The Precious'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-3132083458585215087</id><published>2007-06-06T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:53:18.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang food'/><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever been watched when you are eating? Do you like that kind of feelings of eyes staring at you while you are licking the chicken bones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been and I would not say that is fun and easy feeling to be watched while eating but some people tends to like to watch me EAT. Those are the friends that I hang out with and guess why they like to watch me eat? Here goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I eat a lots and really a lots, more than some guy ( I'm a fan tong, unfortunately and for those who do not understand, it meant rice taker )&lt;br /&gt;2. I really enjoy my food ( licking finger goods =) )&lt;br /&gt;3. No girls would eat like I do..... ( Ha ha ha )&lt;br /&gt;4. I can eat prawn without using my fingers ( He he he )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, during my journey back to Penang on 1st of June 2007 ( btw, part of the reason I went back was because I misses my hometown FOOD soooooooooooo much. Now you can understand why I love yummy food so much. I wish I could stay longer there to eat as much as possible but too bad, I have to go back to KL ), I have taken pictures of my favourite dish and recommended dish when you are visiting Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RmZ-sYqY6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/M299Fm07r2s/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072881331279030386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RmZ-sYqY6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/M299Fm07r2s/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry Mee, my very favourite and note that this can only be found in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;KL style and Singapore style is totally different from Penang, don't get cheated like I do when I first moved to KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RmaAyIqY6II/AAAAAAAAABE/Hk8hRr5slOs/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072883629086533762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RmaAyIqY6II/AAAAAAAAABE/Hk8hRr5slOs/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried oyster or normally called Ochien in chinese. Delicious. Hard to find in KL, the best still in Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/Rmgun4qY6JI/AAAAAAAAABM/4FBrqBTzMRY/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073356242992818322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/Rmgun4qY6JI/AAAAAAAAABM/4FBrqBTzMRY/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char Kuey Teow, another one of my favourite. The best can be found at Lorong Selamat in Penang and certain other areas in Penang. For those whom had tried this, can you still remember how the prawn and the see ham crush in your mouth, so juicy and yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I had once Singapore Char Kuey Teow and I have vowed that I WILL NEVER EAT CHAR KUEY TEOW IN SINGAPORE EVER AGAIN. It was one of the horrifing moment in my life when I actually almost cried and have to force myself swallow those disgusting stuff ( only the one I had in Singapore ) into my mouth. Total disaster =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RmgxeoqY6KI/AAAAAAAAABU/6YD3jWeKMOY/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073359382613911714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RmgxeoqY6KI/AAAAAAAAABU/6YD3jWeKMOY/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satay, one of the malay delicacies. The best one is actually in Kajang not Penang but nevertheless, I still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine those are my dinner for one night. Let see, I had Curry Mee, Char Kuey Teow, Ocien and satay excluding the drinks. Wow, imagine how famished was my tummy and how I felt so good after eating it. No regret even I gain some weights and normally when I am in Malaysia, I gain weight and in Penang, I gain more weight. So, back in Singapore, time to reduce consumption, not like I wanted to but somehow, the appetite is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RmgzioqY6LI/AAAAAAAAABc/rS0bDLfbt-o/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073361650356644018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RmgzioqY6LI/AAAAAAAAABc/rS0bDLfbt-o/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" 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/6283050904686088883-3132083458585215087?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3132083458585215087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=3132083458585215087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/3132083458585215087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/3132083458585215087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2007/06/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RmZ-sYqY6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/M299Fm07r2s/s72-c/IMG_0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-3020164048911460461</id><published>2007-05-29T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:51:10.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RlsXuEPegEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N6q4IkN5Y9s/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069671885715701826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RlsXuEPegEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N6q4IkN5Y9s/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RlsXukPegFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zq3XaNsxBxo/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069671894305636434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RlsXukPegFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zq3XaNsxBxo/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RlsXvUPegGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uQoBosIhuPo/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069671907190538338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RlsXvUPegGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uQoBosIhuPo/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already been 3 months and I misses the children so much, more than I have imagine. For those who don't know, I have been like working 7 days a week for the past 7 years since I was underage and the weekends are always spend with those children from Tumble Tots. Never in my life, I regretted this kind of life even at times I was so darn tired from working 5 days a week, not having enough sleeps and hated the management. No offence but most people do not like management people. But all these tiredness were swept away everytime you see them smile and gives you a big hug. I felt so stress free and happy. Why? Cause children I just love them and loves does not need any kind of explaination. It's just happened and it's just go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first moment that I know I love children was when I did a social work for my badge during girl guides time in my very own hometown. St. Nicholas was the name of the place.At that time, I still remember I was 13 years old and the moment I saw them, I felt like they need more special care and attention from those who are luckier than them. We should not pity them but instead we should think of them like us. They may not look normal to the rest of the world due to their disability but in every way, they are normal.This reminds me of a few kids from Tumble Tots. They prove themselves to be better than those other normal kids and even at times, it was so hard to take care of them, imagine you running after them round and round but it was worth all those sweats. I had the better memory of them and I will carry them with me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i went across the sea, I could not help thinking and missing them especially those toddlers whom I have seen since baby till walking and now talking + running. I even can remember how the mom had choosen their name. Once, the elder sister was against the name of Nicholas because Nicholas is the name of Santa Claus and she just don't think Santa Claus would like it. In the end, the parents choosen Nathan instead. Those are the memories of me and the childrens. In the end I hope some of them would remember me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050904686088883-3020164048911460461?l=siaocharbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3020164048911460461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050904686088883&amp;postID=3020164048911460461' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/3020164048911460461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050904686088883/posts/default/3020164048911460461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaocharbo.blogspot.com/2007/05/children.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>SiaoCharBo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933823382830361123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/R8wbklm0UpI/AAAAAAAAABo/fRqb4jDGPME/S220/mad-penguins_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RlsXuEPegEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N6q4IkN5Y9s/s72-c/IMG_0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050904686088883.post-3472906213899444994</id><published>2007-05-10T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:49:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am kinda of having writer's block now. Don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;So, will entertain you guys with some pictures of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RlxbTkPegHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7YhV_OryO7A/s1600-h/DSC_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070027672216567922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/RlxbTkPegHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7YhV_OryO7A/s320/DSC_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture of me in December 2006. See how long was my hair.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/Rlxed0PegII/AAAAAAAAAAs/C4A_ZtH6kVg/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070031146845110402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qp12ovv5--c/Rlxed0PegII/AAAAAAAAAAs/C4A_ZtH6kVg/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture on my last day at Siemens Malaysia. Was happy because I got a digital camera plus I don't really want to cry, so I just laugh my hearts out. And now, see how short my hair is.......... It took me years to grow so long and seconds to have it short, that's how a friendship is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tooks us years to bond in ups and downs and could just take a second to make it all gone. So, let's cherish our friendship together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my colleague is doing some charity work for cancer association and gonna shave her head bald. I have no guts to do so. 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