<?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-4791186705020955044</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:43:10.188-08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-1667756015344490820</id><published>2011-11-14T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:24:26.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11.11</title><content type='html'>Finally after so many years, u finally gave ur phone number..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First year.. search up and down for ur info..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second year, finally got the guts to add u in facebook and we chat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third year, We finally talk face to face.. your smile i still remember vividly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But u r going to Aus to study soon... and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess u r just like the gal in "You are the apple of my eye" movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-1667756015344490820?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/1667756015344490820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/1667756015344490820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/1667756015344490820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11.11.11'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-7216408976888357343</id><published>2010-03-28T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:11:11.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding dress you once wore</title><content type='html'>I would argue&lt;br /&gt;Then you would cry&lt;br /&gt;As you’re struggling, I would only get stronger&lt;br /&gt;My heartaches behind these shadows&lt;br /&gt;My face brightens up as I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;I worry that you might notice my feelings&lt;br /&gt;And I get scared that the gap between us would widen&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;Then I bite my lips&lt;br /&gt;Then I pray that she would leave his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please don’t hold those hands&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you should be my lady&lt;br /&gt;Please look at me, I’ve been waiting all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the music ends, you’ll be with him forever&lt;br /&gt;I prayed and prayed that this day wouldn’t come&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who never understood my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I ended up despising you&lt;br /&gt;Then I wished a misfortune upon you&lt;br /&gt;But now, my eyes are dry&lt;br /&gt;I try to talk to you but I realized that I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I would look back and think&lt;br /&gt;If I already knew the results&lt;br /&gt;Then I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then I dream an endless dream&lt;br /&gt;Then I pray she would leave his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please don’t hold those hands&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you should be my lady&lt;br /&gt;Please look at me, I’ve been waiting all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the music ends, you’ll be with him forever&lt;br /&gt;I prayed and prayed that this day wouldn’t come&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means, be happy with him&lt;br /&gt;So I can move on&lt;br /&gt;Please erase me out of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Although I tried my best but, no oh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been living the lies for too long&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she would look at me and smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-7216408976888357343?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/7216408976888357343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2010/03/wedding-dress-you-once-wore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/7216408976888357343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/7216408976888357343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2010/03/wedding-dress-you-once-wore.html' title='The wedding dress you once wore'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-8750042188178596648</id><published>2010-03-14T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:02:38.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>Something to share.. Copied from Alex Kho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRUST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"&lt;br /&gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband, because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up a nd discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO OVERPOWERING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIGHT SPEECH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted, "Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered,"You should appreciate that you married me. Other wise, he will be the millionaire and not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey? "Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman."&lt;br /&gt;The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a nar row bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;"Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One"&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;" Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away "&lt;/big&gt;&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/4791186705020955044-8750042188178596648?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/8750042188178596648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/8750042188178596648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/8750042188178596648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-9037132200408384423</id><published>2009-11-21T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:07:50.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night solitude~</title><content type='html'>What a solitude night..&lt;br /&gt;Each phone call out, all bz..&lt;br /&gt;Spending the night here blogging..&lt;br /&gt;Hearing Landy song wishing myself Happy Birthday~&lt;br /&gt;Purposely removed my birthday date from facebook..&lt;br /&gt;Is kinda weird.. but there is a reason lies behind it..&lt;br /&gt;This year birthday is kinda special..&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend it alone..&lt;br /&gt;Sounds sad.. but i got to know who is a real friend..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year is not my year at all..&lt;br /&gt;What don't kills u will only makes u grow stronger..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that is the truth..&lt;br /&gt;Good night solitude~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-9037132200408384423?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/9037132200408384423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-night-solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/9037132200408384423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/9037132200408384423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-night-solitude.html' title='Good night solitude~'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-8238767757554770794</id><published>2009-09-16T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:25:36.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16/09/09</title><content type='html'>Fairly tales ends today~&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.. Hope to see u if fate allows..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-8238767757554770794?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/8238767757554770794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/09/160909.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/8238767757554770794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/8238767757554770794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/09/160909.html' title='16/09/09'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-2174118866833430930</id><published>2009-09-09T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:34:48.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09.09.09</title><content type='html'>A special day with a special date..&lt;br /&gt;How special is ur day???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-2174118866833430930?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/2174118866833430930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/2174118866833430930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/2174118866833430930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html' title='09.09.09'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-5053556223887373388</id><published>2009-05-06T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:31:21.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes from a far~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/SgGCPG3N9DI/AAAAAAAAABI/7_InfYD5v4s/s1600-h/pic+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/SgGCPG3N9DI/AAAAAAAAABI/7_InfYD5v4s/s320/pic+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332686629835240498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wishes from a far.. May u have a blessed one with ur loves one.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/WeiTeck/Desktop/Pix/Damai/pic%20061.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-5053556223887373388?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/5053556223887373388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/05/wishes-from-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/5053556223887373388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/5053556223887373388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/05/wishes-from-far.html' title='Wishes from a far~'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/SgGCPG3N9DI/AAAAAAAAABI/7_InfYD5v4s/s72-c/pic+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-6310060379325097424</id><published>2009-04-28T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:24:44.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is ur last words~</title><content type='html'>Sorry.. I am not a good grandchild..&lt;br /&gt;I do miss you~ Haiz~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-6310060379325097424?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/6310060379325097424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-ur-last-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/6310060379325097424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/6310060379325097424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-ur-last-words.html' title='What is ur last words~'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-6916902524650982416</id><published>2009-04-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:16:54.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16/4/2008</title><content type='html'>What a sad news to start my day..&lt;br /&gt;Something that i will regret..&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate birthday together with u for the last time..&lt;br /&gt;U will always be in my heart even we seldom communicate..&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace and be God now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-6916902524650982416?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/6916902524650982416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/1642008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/6916902524650982416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/6916902524650982416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/1642008.html' title='16/4/2008'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-2118236332742231494</id><published>2009-04-14T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:06:36.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rick Warren</title><content type='html'>You will enjoy the new insights that Rick Warren has, with his wife now having cancer and him having 'wealth' from the book sales. 'Purpose Driven Life ' author and pastor of Saddleback Church in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interview by Paul Bradshaw with Rick Warren, Rick said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People ask me, What is the purpose of life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I respond: "In a nutshell, life is preparation for eternity. We were not made to last forever, and God wants us to be with Him in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;One day my heart is going to stop, and that will be the end of my body - but not the end of me.&lt;br /&gt;I may live 60 to 100 years on earth, but I am going to spend trillions of years in eternity. This is the warm-up act - the dress rehearsal. God wants us to practice on earth what we will do forever in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;We were made by God and for God, and until you figure that out, life isn't going to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of problems: Either you are in one now, you're just coming out of one, or you're getting ready to go into another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this is that God is more interested in your character than your comfort;God is more interested in making your life holy than He is in making your life happy.&lt;br /&gt;We can be reasonably happy here on earth, but that's not the goal of life. The goal is to grow in character, in Christ likeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year has been the greatest year of my life but also the toughest, with my wife, Kay, getting cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that life was hills and valleys - you go through a dark time, then you go to the mountaintop, back and forth. I don't believe that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than life being hills and valleys, I believe that it's kind of like two rails on a railroad track, and at all times you have something good and something bad in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how good things are in your life, there is always something bad that needs to be worked on.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how bad things are in your life, there is always something good you can thank God for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can focus on your purposes, or you can focus on your problems:&lt;br /&gt;If you focus on your problems, you're going into self-centeredness, which i! s my problem, my issues, my pain. But one of the easiest ways to get rid of pain is to get your focus off yourself and onto God and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered quickly that in spite of the prayers of hundreds of thousands of people, God was not going to heal Kay or make it easy for her - it has been very difficult for her, and yet God has strengthened her character, given her a ministry of helping other people, given her a testimony, drawn her closer to Him and to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to learn to deal with both the good and the bad of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, sometimes learning to deal with the good is harder. For instance, this past year, all of a sudden, when the book sold 15 million copies, it made me instantly very wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also brought a lot of notoriety that I had never had to deal with before. I don't think God gives you money or notoriety for your own ego or for you to live a life of ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began to ask God what He wanted me to do with this money, notoriety and influence. He gave me two different passages that helped me decide what to do, II Corinthians 9 and Psalm 72.&lt;br /&gt;First, in spite of all the money coming in, we would not change our lifestyle one bit. We made no major purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, about midway through last year, I stopped taking a salary from the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, we set up foundations to fund an initiative we call The Peace Plan to plant churches, equip leaders, assist the poor, care for the sick, and educate the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I added up all that the church had paid me in the 24 years since I started the church, and I gave it all back. It was liberating to be able to serve God for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to ask ourselves: Am I going to live for possessions? Popularity?&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be driven by pressures? Guilt? Bitterness? Materialism? Or am I going to be driven by God's purposes (for my life)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get up in the morning, I sit on the side of my bed and say, God, if I don't get anything else done today, I want to know You more and love You better. God didn't put me on earth just to fulfill a to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's more interested in what I am than what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we're called human beings, not human doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments, TRUST GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, THANK GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-2118236332742231494?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/2118236332742231494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/rick-warren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/2118236332742231494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/2118236332742231494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/rick-warren.html' title='Rick Warren'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-3021171217114397476</id><published>2009-04-05T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:23:00.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason, A season or a lifetime~</title><content type='html'>Copied from Sharlene Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are.&lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to end the relationship. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put w hat you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life,&lt;br /&gt;whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-3021171217114397476?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/3021171217114397476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-season-or-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/3021171217114397476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/3021171217114397476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-season-or-lifetime.html' title='A reason, A season or a lifetime~'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-6773511534552449886</id><published>2009-04-02T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:29:05.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that I need to learn...</title><content type='html'>Copied this from an unknown author.. I find that it is good to share at here..&lt;br /&gt;Is a very good masterpiece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be some that can be loved. The rest is up to them.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that it's not what you have in your life, but who you have in your life that counts.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you can do some thing in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you can keep going long after you can't.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. That either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that heroes are the people who do what has to be done regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that money is a lousy way to keep score.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that no matter good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/SdVl7uZFEHI/AAAAAAAAABA/zfRs5VstLpU/s1600-h/865089-2-forever-an-angel-sympathy-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/SdVl7uZFEHI/AAAAAAAAABA/zfRs5VstLpU/s320/865089-2-forever-an-angel-sympathy-card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320270611548016754" 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/4791186705020955044-6773511534552449886?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/6773511534552449886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-that-i-need-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/6773511534552449886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/6773511534552449886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-that-i-need-to-learn.html' title='Something that I need to learn...'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/SdVl7uZFEHI/AAAAAAAAABA/zfRs5VstLpU/s72-c/865089-2-forever-an-angel-sympathy-card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-6456158605423574971</id><published>2009-04-02T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:31:02.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Friendship is the rainbow between 2 heart..sharing of 7  things-LOVE,SAD,HAPPY,TRUTH,FAITH,SECRET ,HELPING&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;~Love is a strong yet delicate thing, it can be broken; To be in love is to  understand this, to TRULY love is to respect this.~&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;有人说上天是公平的，他给了你一些东西也会带走一些东西，但如果因为上天曾给了我什么而让我失去你，那我宁愿什么都不要，我只要你一个。。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I sometimes wonder "What if?".... but I never ask "Why didn't I?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; There are a lot of things in life that we cannot recover.&lt;br /&gt;The  stone.....after the throw!&lt;br /&gt;The word......after it's said!&lt;br /&gt;The  occasion..after the loss!&lt;br /&gt;The time....after it's gone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry"  from James 1:19. Think twice before you act. If not, it is really hard for you  to repair what you have done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beginning Enjoy Ending Regret = BEER&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Stressed is Desserts spelt backwards"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4791186705020955044-6456158605423574971?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/6456158605423574971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/6456158605423574971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/6456158605423574971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/04/words.html' title='Words~'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4791186705020955044.post-5664371674772406198</id><published>2009-03-27T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:54:10.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Blog is born again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2tK7yqaNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vkLBnz-yQ9U/s1600-h/2640_1065163802014_1613580009_158306_6859366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2tK7yqaNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vkLBnz-yQ9U/s320/2640_1065163802014_1613580009_158306_6859366_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318097138354907346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;LET THE JOURNEY BEGIN~&lt;/span&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/4791186705020955044-5664371674772406198?l=axeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/feeds/5664371674772406198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-blog-is-born-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/5664371674772406198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4791186705020955044/posts/default/5664371674772406198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axeor.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-blog-is-born-again.html' title='My Blog is born again...'/><author><name>Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074379437977343823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2pjDnfHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fg7yftWQx98/S220/3375883559_ebfb52753b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qV4QV_e2WDc/Sc2tK7yqaNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vkLBnz-yQ9U/s72-c/2640_1065163802014_1613580009_158306_6859366_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
