<?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-7874116424087996979</id><updated>2011-07-31T15:20:17.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>= Rock My World =</title><subtitle type='html'>consists of my life diary. may be boring or could tickle your interest to read on. well, it's my life. life goes on.. whether we like it or not</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-1746828762452195935</id><published>2010-04-21T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:57:11.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one year of work</title><content type='html'>It's almost one year up since I graduated and worked. Ironically, I felt like I have been working for 5 years. Lost the drive and passion in engineering. Completely doused off. Looking forward to a new job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-1746828762452195935?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/1746828762452195935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=1746828762452195935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1746828762452195935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1746828762452195935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-year-of-work.html' title='one year of work'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-5805667519419945831</id><published>2010-04-07T20:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:24:18.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reached his end of life, way too soon</title><content type='html'>It's been long since I blogged. One of my badminton friend passed away on this Monday 5th April 2010. This draws me to blog again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added him in the Facebook about few weeks before he ended his life. I was in shocked when the news broke out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we are mere acquaintance, but I am deeply saddened by this news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x Rest in peace my friend x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious. Treasure it. You've only got one. &lt;br /&gt;Show concern for the people around you. You might save a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-5805667519419945831?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/5805667519419945831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=5805667519419945831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/5805667519419945831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/5805667519419945831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2010/04/reached-his-end-of-life-way-too-soon.html' title='Reached his end of life, way too soon'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-7702731985371088906</id><published>2008-07-14T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:38:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time driving!</title><content type='html'>Slacking in my holiday, I have nothing to look forward to. No extra cash to splurge. No bored friends to hang around. BUT! Today, I finally chanced upon an opportunity to drive out on my brother's car. Wahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip, my mum was listing down important points to take note. My brother was busy switching gears for me when I changed wrongly. Unluckily, I wasn't familiar with the gears and on one of the traffic light I switched to reverse gear (but I did step on the brake pedal in case of any mishap). It scared the hell out of my brother, leaving him yelling at my mum for distracting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very cool with my driving and didn't panic at all. So I think I actually handled the situation very well and should give myself a pad on the back and say good job! Hahaha! It was an exciting trip where I kept my family members very alert throughout the journey...I guess that'll be my 1st and last time to drive that car. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-7702731985371088906?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/7702731985371088906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=7702731985371088906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/7702731985371088906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/7702731985371088906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/07/1st-time-driving.html' title='1st time driving!'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-6967072789593407512</id><published>2008-04-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:26:21.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>擦肩而過</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://player.youku.com/player.php/sid/XMjEzMzI4NjA=/v.swf" quality="high" width="480" height="400" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-6967072789593407512?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/6967072789593407512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=6967072789593407512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/6967072789593407512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/6967072789593407512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='擦肩而過'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-848539928310111841</id><published>2008-04-25T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:15:45.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunching at Republic Polytechnic</title><content type='html'>To be stuck at the construction site for too long a period of time, my colleagues looked forward to a lunch at Republic Polytechnic. As usual, we went off on Ah Hung's car  and I will try to guess what they are talking about along the way. Most of the time, hanging around with my colleagues can be quite a endless word guessing game where they just prefer to speak in Cantonese, Hakka or the least of all - Hokkien but never to be Mandarin or English. Haha.. So Joshua (a burmese guy) and I will be blur blur most of the time, quite tuned off from conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we settled down on one of the tables and started eating, I realized that their eyes were not once laid on their plate of food but eyeing on pretty girls and nodding their heads with a wry grin. Haha.. Trap too long in the site. ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-848539928310111841?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/848539928310111841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=848539928310111841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/848539928310111841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/848539928310111841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/04/lunching-at-republic-polytechnic.html' title='Lunching at Republic Polytechnic'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-814711041286174557</id><published>2008-04-16T23:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:02:36.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus-stop Memories</title><content type='html'>After driving session at BBDC, I headed to board a bus at the opposite bus stand. Didn't bother to take note of the bus number till I get near to the door step, then I realised that I was queuing for bus 188. Since bus 187 still did not come, I decided to take a longer route home and that is to stop by the bus stop opposite his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know I will get melancholy until I alighted at his bus stop, facing his HDB block. Flashes of memory like snapshots of photograph skip through my head. I had a sudden wistful thought that if he could appear somewhere near for me to see whether he has fend himself well. Past conversations with him at the bus-stop strike hard on me, conversations that are still so fresh and recent to me that I can't believe we are already over. The opinions and ideas that we once shared at the bus-stop, the futile attempts of carrying him over my back, the silly dances that I once did to make him laugh and serious talk of the future hits me hard. I still can't kick off the habitual urge to pour my heart to him. The non-stop phone calls that he used to give me and I took it for granted. I missed all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel sickly terrible at that moment, when I recalled that we clicked so well. We clicked so well but I chosed to turn away from him nonchalently, as deep in my heart I know clearly that he is a good friend to me. I am sorry for hurting him so much, and I missed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-814711041286174557?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/814711041286174557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=814711041286174557&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/814711041286174557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/814711041286174557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/04/bus-stop-memories.html' title='Bus-stop Memories'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-1115995093363201540</id><published>2008-02-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:20:45.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Angbao!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R7BZG2haeVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/daI4kqVNfck/s1600-h/ABCD0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165726746843707730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R7BZG2haeVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/daI4kqVNfck/s400/ABCD0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow!!! I have recieved 2 angbao from two bosses today. Guess my boss is not bad after all.. Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-1115995093363201540?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/1115995093363201540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=1115995093363201540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1115995093363201540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1115995093363201540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-angbao.html' title='Two Angbao!'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R7BZG2haeVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/daI4kqVNfck/s72-c/ABCD0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-1950673984377030710</id><published>2008-02-09T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:17:50.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>四人游</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://player.youku.com/player.php/sid/XNDUyMjAxNg==/v.swf" quality="high" width="480" height="400" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song is quite interesting. Do take note of the song lyrics. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;It's about an ex-couple, together their new partner, they met up again. You can feel the sourness injected upon their ex's new partner and their regrets between their failed relationship. Along with the song, they voiced up their comments and feelings of their past and suggested a vacation [四人游] together in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-1950673984377030710?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/1950673984377030710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=1950673984377030710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1950673984377030710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1950673984377030710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='四人游'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-1869889168467543359</id><published>2008-01-31T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:07:15.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakening Call from my boss</title><content type='html'>Every morning, he will walk in at about 9plus to 10am with a murderous-red bike jacket and helmet where he was totally well-disguised off as a motorbike robber (i.e.: he was so well-covered that nobody can identify him). Routinely, he would throw off few deadline questions to his fellow subordinates, expecting completion of work or a good reason for not completing. He speaks with good English and deliverance of his idea and thoughts was very consistent and tactical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As being once an attachment student during my polytechnic final year, I had casually assumed that this attachment will not differ much from the previous, in a way that I'll definitely not be offered with any chances of handling major responsibilities or important task, other then some mundane donkey work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho! And I was deadly wrong with that. I had only wake up from the idea when he actually hollered me on the second time, demanding for actions and results. All the while, I thought I was there to assist him and I was waiting for the next command or direction but he said this time it's the other way round. He says he's going to assist me. He even commented for the 4th or 5th time that I am very lucky to be an attachment student there. Hai.. I am determined to meet the challenge and am prepared to be hollered over and over again before 7th June arrives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To everyone who's reading my blog: Bless me with good luck~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-1869889168467543359?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/1869889168467543359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=1869889168467543359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1869889168467543359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1869889168467543359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/01/wakening-call-from-my-boss.html' title='Wakening Call from my boss'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-2075846815128020636</id><published>2008-01-16T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:09:47.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Time and Squeeze Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R44AQkpK2sI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8MEXpwKkyCw/s1600-h/ABCD0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156058908100057794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R44AQkpK2sI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8MEXpwKkyCw/s400/ABCD0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Derek   Simpson   Bernard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three of my dear colleagues in Envipure P/L. (looks squeezy right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first time having lunch at outside canteens and we are heading to the main office for a while. One of the benefits of being the only female employee, I get to have the front seat all on me own. Haha..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-2075846815128020636?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/2075846815128020636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=2075846815128020636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/2075846815128020636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/2075846815128020636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/01/lunch-time-and-squeeze-time.html' title='Lunch Time and Squeeze Time!'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R44AQkpK2sI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8MEXpwKkyCw/s72-c/ABCD0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-8433062774558990908</id><published>2008-01-14T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:17:34.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes When We Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ATL75Bj8yk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ATL75Bj8yk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-8433062774558990908?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/8433062774558990908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=8433062774558990908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/8433062774558990908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/8433062774558990908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Sometimes When We Touch'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-2042380061758805872</id><published>2008-01-14T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:14:29.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>Recently, rains are coming all too often and it was especially the case about 4plus to 5pm everyday. Being forgetful as usual, after so many days of rain, it still didn't ring a bell on me that I should bring along a umbrella to work. It was raining harder than usual today. When I opened the container door, I gasped with worries. The site was flooded to about a 15cm ruler depth and my colleague was busy changing into the classic yellow-Phua-Chu-Kang boots. He offered me an extra pair but I refused. Haa...! Li Jun's Quote: "Being a lady, thou shall never wear Phua-Chu-Kang's boots in any circumstances." So I folded up my jeans and ran along to the opposite container's toilet with a broken yellow umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally boarded the bus and reached Woodlands Mrt, I was so hungry that I decided that finding food shall be the top most piority then and headed to the nearby Pasah Malam. It was only when I was standing near the control station, munching contently with my food, my situation lit up on my head. My goodness, my jeans were still rolled up and my feet felt squeamish with rain and brown sand. I'm munching food like nobody's business. At that moment, there are few bunch of Republic polytechnic kids passing by. As I looked up at them, I silently wondered how pathetic-looking I must have looked... Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-2042380061758805872?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/2042380061758805872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=2042380061758805872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/2042380061758805872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/2042380061758805872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/01/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-9142209448960189723</id><published>2008-01-14T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:33:52.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Visit to Construction Site (11 Jan 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R4tiF0pK2rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ia2z2-uUQSU/s1600-h/Attachment+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155322050625854130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R4tiF0pK2rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ia2z2-uUQSU/s400/Attachment+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 2nd level of the building, where it was flooding seriously during rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R4thAEpK2qI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OnC_5LXRRps/s1600-h/Attachment+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155320852329978530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R4thAEpK2qI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OnC_5LXRRps/s400/Attachment+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Behind me is the most magnificent scrubber that I'm working on most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-9142209448960189723?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/9142209448960189723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=9142209448960189723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/9142209448960189723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/9142209448960189723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-visit-to-construction-site-11-jan.html' title='First Visit to Construction Site (11 Jan 2008)'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R4tiF0pK2rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ia2z2-uUQSU/s72-c/Attachment+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-1371529464638951431</id><published>2008-01-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:24:50.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Day of Attachment</title><content type='html'>Today is my 5th day of attachment! Life is so different at my attachment place. My attachment located at a construction site at North Coast Drive. HaaH... Sometimes I really hope the North Coast Dr can change to West Coast Dr.. My god... hahah.. juz a difference by one word and it takes 1hr and half to reach. Luckily, my colleague lives near me so my journey to the workplace wasn't that tedious.. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The construction site is bursting with men and more foreign workers... It is quite scary and I'm living in fear and ackwardness everyday. Whenever I walk around anywhere, there seems to have countless pairs of eye aiming at me. If their eyes were laser guns, I'll be super dead by now. It was especially the case yesterday where I went to the site for the first time (explanation: I was in the container office everyday except lunch and toilet break). There was actually foreign workers looking straight at my face in about a distance of 1m or less.. hm.. don't they know I also have a pair of eyes? I can see that they are seeing me.. Why can't they make it less obvious?? (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-1371529464638951431?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/1371529464638951431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=1371529464638951431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1371529464638951431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/1371529464638951431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/01/5th-day-of-attachment.html' title='5th Day of Attachment'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-2612340548991069806</id><published>2008-01-06T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:36:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 New Year Countdown!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3_YcEpK2pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_1eyAlKPjKk/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152074475529493138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3_YcEpK2pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_1eyAlKPjKk/s400/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dearest polytechnic friends were with me for Countdown 2008! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were at AMK Kbox, preparing to sing our night through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-2612340548991069806?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/2612340548991069806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=2612340548991069806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/2612340548991069806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/2612340548991069806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-new-year-countdown.html' title='2008 New Year Countdown!!!'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3_YcEpK2pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_1eyAlKPjKk/s72-c/DSC00493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-5927126358140870341</id><published>2007-12-29T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:55:47.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-L79ZlrD-54&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-L79ZlrD-54&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the song lyrics of &lt;strong&gt;I wish you love&lt;/strong&gt;. This song touched my heart when I understood the meaning behind so I posted it on my blog =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=I wish you blue bird in the spring To give your heart a song to sing And then a kiss But more than this I wish you love And in july a lemonade To cool you in some leafy glade I wish you health And more than wealth I wish you love My breaking heart and I agree That you and I could never be So with my best My very best I set you free I wish you shelter from the storm A cozy fire to keep you warm But most of all When snow flakes fall I wish you love=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-L79ZlrD-54"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-L79ZlrD-54&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-5927126358140870341?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/5927126358140870341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=5927126358140870341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/5927126358140870341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/5927126358140870341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wish-you-love.html' title='I wish you love'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-3152206039844513190</id><published>2007-12-28T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:39:48.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results</title><content type='html'>Hah!! I thought I need to wait for 8hours but Karine told me results are out. Finally, it's a total relief! OMG... My buddha blessed me well.. I prayed hard to my buddha before I open my results.. Heng ar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-3152206039844513190?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/3152206039844513190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=3152206039844513190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/3152206039844513190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/3152206039844513190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2007/12/exam-results.html' title='Exam Results'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-7089874109127572811</id><published>2007-12-28T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:02:21.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTV All the Way</title><content type='html'>Today I finally had a good dose of KTV! hah! Because the previous few times doesn't seem to be enough for me. I went with my university friends and my polytechnic friends. Before the ktv session, I thought this is going to be a good combination because both sides of my friends were those really friendly ones. However, my poly friend was kind of awkward when he arrived. We kinda tricked him to come I guess.. He thought it was a class gathering.. Hahah! Ga(Adrian)-the(Karine)-ring(me) = Gathering! 3 persons.. Adrian didn't sing much and I guess it's probably because there are my other friends around thus Karine and I pressed him to sing a few songs before the session ends. The session lasted from 2pm-7pm about $24 nett. Room was big with 2 television sets and 2 speakers to blast so the money was considered well-spend. Somemore 8hours later, I'm going to recieve my results.. OMG.. this dreary will either end at the spilt second when the results flash in front of me or it will last all the way till semester 2008 december. Horrible.. Why is university life so threatening sometimes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-7089874109127572811?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/7089874109127572811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=7089874109127572811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/7089874109127572811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/7089874109127572811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2007/12/ktv-all-way.html' title='KTV All the Way'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874116424087996979.post-6287329955252745651</id><published>2007-12-27T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:45:52.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious December holiday</title><content type='html'>Leading a single life now, I have all the time in world to do whatever that I want. I'm a super free bird now! However, I realise that I am beginning to laze around much too long where time passes so unmeaningfully. This December, my so precious holiday was used up by watching korean dramas and more koreans dramas.. My eyesight is losing due to high computer staring involved.. I wonder when can I get used to single life again =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7874116424087996979-6287329955252745651?l=helijunzailai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/feeds/6287329955252745651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7874116424087996979&amp;postID=6287329955252745651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/6287329955252745651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7874116424087996979/posts/default/6287329955252745651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helijunzailai.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-precious-december-holiday.html' title='My precious December holiday'/><author><name>Li Jun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S8ooqezsNpk/R3KJ7EpK2nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GEAAbSxqGsE/S220/ABCD0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
