<?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-7755501234415219311</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:47:57.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living everyday like there is no tomorrow</title><subtitle type='html'>A space for me to blabber away, to share and to take a break..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-7735533048111187264</id><published>2010-02-07T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:44:18.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, something I like...I hope</title><content type='html'>Finally finally something came up, to get me out of my "hole", had been actively searching for jobs since I arrived but nothing of interest came up, and last night I saw a post of Taiwanese backpackers forum about work exchange program with "Lady Musgrave Cruise", and it appeals to me so much that the first thing I did this morning when I woke up was to call them straightaway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoke to the person in charge, she was explaining all sort of things over the phone, but I got a little carried away about the prospect of working near the sea that I do not register much of what she said. What I did catch is that I will be helping out in at the cruise company, taking out chinese tourist, do some explanation, show them around island, and get them back on board safely, and eventually I will also be taking them out on snorkelling trips as such. At the same time I will be working for a dive shop 2 days in a week, helping out with dive trips. With all this, I got around AUD 100 per week and free accommodation and a rescue diver certification. So I guess that is not too bad, is it?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part is??I get to dive at Great Barrier Reef for free, hehe.....so even though the pay is a lil low, I guess I have nothing to lose and I am here to have a great time, so why not???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really looking forward to it now, leaving Brisbane tomorrow already!Yahooooooooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-7735533048111187264?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/7735533048111187264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-something-i-likei-hope.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/7735533048111187264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/7735533048111187264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-something-i-likei-hope.html' title='Finally, something I like...I hope'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-1626127042288153197</id><published>2010-02-06T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:41:56.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days in Australia</title><content type='html'>Today is my 10th day in Australia....still liking it??I think so, what is there not to like??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I done so far???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been around Brisbane city for a bit, walked up n down Queen St couple of time, crossing the river on 2 different bridges, enjoying the city view....very clean, very pleasant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actively searching for a job, not many favorable reply so far, I even been to an awful but memorable interview at "Sushi Train" near Carindale, am not going back there ever. Attended another interview for sales rep, door to door sales, so still not sure if am going for the job, but Monday will be an observation day, so will decide after, we'll see, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been to Tennis 2 times with my cousin's family, one word to describe my skills - Horrible! Not always manage to hit the ball, and the few times I managed, the ball did not go where it suppose to, brilliant!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Gold Coast today -  Harbour Town for some shopping, bought a pair of shoe ; then we went for some "swim" if that's what people call it. I think it's more like a "fight" with the waves, haha...the waves was horrendous, can barely stand, being "moved" by the waves involuntarily the whole time. The few times I had managed to catch the waves with my body-board, it was heavenly, I really must try to learn surfing soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my 10 days.....and I am beginning to think that I should leave this place soon and see another part of Australia since am not getting a job anyway...will see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-1626127042288153197?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/1626127042288153197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-days-in-australia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/1626127042288153197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/1626127042288153197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-days-in-australia.html' title='10 days in Australia'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-278432302388621742</id><published>2010-02-04T00:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:44:17.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a job...not so easy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finding a job is not an easy task, is it??No wonder some people prefer to stay at their current job and complain about a thousand things that they do not like about the job or the company and yet when you suggested that they try finding another job, they stopped complaining or changed the topic; and some will not leave their current job until they find another one regardless how unhappy they are. It's all about security and comfort zone, isn't it?A basic human need -- security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had totally forgotten what is it like to be  hunting for a job. My last job??Had been a while..Quit my last full time job in May 2008, and since then only had a short 3 weeks job in Dec 2008. Started my "job hunt" in Australia last Monday, and already I had lost track of how many jobs I applied for, can't recall how many recruitment agency I had sent my CV to or who they are, guess am not doing it properly, should have written every application down, what a mess!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I am going to attend an interview, they are looking for sales/customer service personnel, wonder what I am suppose to sell. Will find out tomorrow, haha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I got a little tired repeating the same thing, "type, cut, paste, attach, send" over and over again to different people different agencies different jobs. Anyway, I shall not give up, surely 1 week is too short a time to give up....one should never give up so easily.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-278432302388621742?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/278432302388621742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-jobnot-so-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/278432302388621742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/278432302388621742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-jobnot-so-easy.html' title='Finding a job...not so easy..'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-5242744877524889782</id><published>2010-02-03T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:56:24.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>面子书--生活的一部分？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;面子书，几乎所有身边的朋友都是成员，有些只偶尔登录，有些好像十年才登录一次，有些全天守候，废寝忘食。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;而我呢？我想我也算是面子书迷之一吧，虽不至于无面子书不欢，或每五分钟告知大家我在做什么，但只要上网，我还是一定会登录看一看有什么新消息。比如A去了哪儿旅游，B结了婚，C生了孩子，D分手了，E买了新手机，F看了场电影，G心情不好，H今晚吃什么，I跟男朋友说今天会迟回，J辞职了，K说大马政府的新政策是在开倒车，L加入了某某俱乐部，M刚刚在网上游戏得了最高分，还有N的好朋友买了新车，O，P 等等。。。这一切有时候于我一种亲切感，好像大家都认识大家，距离给拉进了，随时都知道彼此的近况；但有时候我会有一种怪怪的感觉，好像不应该是这样。把什么事都放上网和大家分享，似乎太“暴露”了。隐私权呢？没有人在担心吗？虽然大家有权选择把谁当朋友，也有权选择谁能看什么样的资料，但真的这样就足于确保不该知道的人不知道吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;面子书把人与人之间的距离拉进了，20年不见的老朋友又重新联络上了。最近借面子书发现原来朋友A和B曾经是同事，朋友C是认识朋友D的，惊愕的同时不禁感到有点儿恐怖，真不知道自己说的写的，一转眼会传到什么人的耳里。听说前些时候更有人因为在面子书留言写了关于主管的评语而遭解雇，这可不是开玩笑的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;由于面子书成员遍布世界各角落，也无形间成了传达讯息最佳途径，可能比CNN 或 BBC更快更广也说不定。一个短短的留言，几分钟内大家都知道了，也许中国政府就是看见了面子书的威力，视之为威胁所以才下禁令的吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;总之，我还是有种怪怪的感觉，一时挥之不去，也许是我多心吧。但愿是。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-5242744877524889782?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/5242744877524889782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5242744877524889782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5242744877524889782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_03.html' title='面子书--生活的一部分？'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-5727207088983895423</id><published>2010-02-01T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T03:21:25.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>没那么简单- 黄小琥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, 宋体;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;最近有位朋友在网上传给了我这首歌，好喜欢。。。上回提到了，这次决定把歌词放上去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, 宋体;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: normal;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, 宋体;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" id="lrcoll" class="box_table" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Tahoma, Verdana; empty-cells: show; border-collapse: collapse; position: relative; top: 20px; clear: both; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; margin-bottom: -10px; margin-left: -10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td nowrap="" height="20" align="center" id="lrcwt1"   style="font-family:宋体;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;黄小琥 - 没那么简单&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td nowrap="" height="20" align="center" id="lrcwt2"   style="font-family:宋体;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;作词：姚若龙 作曲：萧煌奇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: normal; line-height: 25px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;没那麼简单就能找到聊得来的伴&lt;br /&gt;尤其是在看过了那麼多的背叛&lt;br /&gt;总是不安只好强悍&lt;br /&gt;谁谋杀了我的浪漫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没那麼简单就能去爱别的全不看&lt;br /&gt;变得实际也许好也许坏各一半&lt;br /&gt;不爱孤单一久也习惯&lt;br /&gt;不用担心谁也不用被谁管&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉快乐就忙东忙西&lt;br /&gt;感觉累了就放空自己&lt;br /&gt;别人说的话随便听一听自己作决定&lt;br /&gt;不想拥有太多情绪&lt;br /&gt;一杯红酒配电影&lt;br /&gt;在周末晚上关上了手机舒服窝在沙发裡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相爱没有那麼容易每个人有他的脾气&lt;br /&gt;过了爱作梦的年纪轰轰烈烈不如平静&lt;br /&gt;幸福没有那麼容易才会特别让人著迷&lt;br /&gt;什麼都不懂的年纪&lt;br /&gt;曾经最掏心所以最开心曾经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没那麼简单就能去爱别的全不看&lt;br /&gt;变得实际也许好也许坏各一半&lt;br /&gt;不爱孤单一久也习惯&lt;br /&gt;不用担心谁也不用被谁管&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉快乐就忙东忙西&lt;br /&gt;感觉累了就放空自己&lt;br /&gt;别人说的话随便听一听自己作决定&lt;br /&gt;不想拥有太多情绪&lt;br /&gt;一杯红酒配电影&lt;br /&gt;在周末晚上关上了手机舒服窝在沙发裡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相爱没有那麼容易每个人有他的脾气&lt;br /&gt;过了爱作梦的年纪轰轰烈烈不如平静&lt;br /&gt;幸福没有那麼容易才会特别让人著迷&lt;br /&gt;什麼都不懂的年纪&lt;br /&gt;曾经最掏心所以最开心曾经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相爱没有那麼容易每个人有他的脾气&lt;br /&gt;过了爱作梦的年纪轰轰烈烈不如平静&lt;br /&gt;幸福没有那麼容易才会特别让人著迷&lt;br /&gt;什麼都不懂的年纪&lt;br /&gt;曾经最掏心所以最开心曾经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念最伤心但却最动心的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-5727207088983895423?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/5727207088983895423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5727207088983895423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5727207088983895423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='没那么简单- 黄小琥'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-6880658052976287631</id><published>2010-01-31T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:54:54.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>问题</title><content type='html'>喜欢旅游吗？那喜欢一个人旅游吗？&lt;div&gt;喜欢美食吗？是不是有个伴一起吃会好点呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;到过这么多个地方，最喜欢哪里呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一直往外跑，是喜欢上流浪吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在澳洲会呆多久呢？打算做什么？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好多好多问题，但有确定的答案吗？没有。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢旅游吗？是喜欢，但不旅游就呆在家里也行，可是久了会闷呀。旅游也是一样，需要偶尔停下来休息休息再继续。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢一个人旅游吗？喜欢，喜欢那种自由自在的感觉，爱躺爱睡爱吃随我开心。有伴也不错，可以和对方一同欣赏美景，分享旅行趣事，还有个照应。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最喜欢哪里？挪威吧，可是苏格兰也好美，瑞士也不比挪威差。还有好吃的西班牙食物，友善的保加利亚人，希腊那迷人的海，叫我怎能选一个呢？太残忍了吧！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;喜欢上流浪？从来不觉得是在流浪，我只是走走看看，并期待每天都可能会有不同际遇，感觉生命充满未知数，好精彩。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在澳洲呆多久？我也不知道，顺利的话，一年吧，或长或短，看着办吧，太多的计划，太多的约束，那会很闷的，而且有必要吗？打算做什么，找到什么就做什么，就当作是一种生活经验，不好么？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7755501234415219311-6880658052976287631?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/6880658052976287631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/6880658052976287631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/6880658052976287631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_31.html' title='问题'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-625055657088615773</id><published>2010-01-27T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:12:47.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence - In Australia</title><content type='html'>Arrived Australia this morning in Coolangatta Airport in Gold Coast, only realized 2 hours prior to landing that this airport is located some distance away from Brisbane city. As I was roaming around the arrival area trying to find out how to get to Brisbane, a man offered me a ride to the city, telling me that he overheard my conversation, due to my loud voice. (Sigh, still as loud as ever...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for his wife to arrive, we started talking. He is a Malaysian too, but has been in Australia for the past 20 over years. Then he mentioned that food in Kelantan is much cheaper compared to KL and I agreed by mentioning "nasi berlauk", which is a unique breakfast for people in Kelantan and Terengganu. He was surprised that I knew until I told him that I am from Kelantan so nasi berlauk is in the blood, haha.... Then as we talked more, we soon realized that we are actually distance relative. His mum's brother is my aunty's husband, complicated??Hope not, but we both share same cousin, that at least is straight forward enough, right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He remembered his cousin telling him about a relative coming over, and I remembered hearing my cousin mentioned about his cousins in Australia, when two were put together, we have aclear picture. Upon realizing that we are relatives, he offered me to stay at his place for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here I am......such a small world, and such coincidence, luck is with me AGAIN.....for that I am truly grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-625055657088615773?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/625055657088615773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/coincidence-in-australia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/625055657088615773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/625055657088615773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/coincidence-in-australia.html' title='Coincidence - In Australia'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-2255401374119393873</id><published>2010-01-18T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:55:40.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living or breathing??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Today, a friend told me about the death of a WHM in England, a sudden death due to the cold, this is all she managed to tell me, which maybe all that she knows, as the deceased was not a personal friend. The deceased was only 30 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This is the 3rd death I have heard since Nov last year, and all involved person in early thirties, like me. Death is always a sad thing, but when it involved a person who seems to be at the peak of life, it seems much more tragic but also makes you think. At least it makes me think, about lots of things, generally about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A friend passed away last Nov, real reason unknown, but suspected due to overworked, leaving a really devastated fiancée behind, facing the "what if" questions, and sad parents who will never be able to see their son's smiling face ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A friend's friend passed away after the 4WD she rode in did a somersault during a safari in Africa, leaving devastated relatives and unfinished dream behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Even though all these people passed away due to different reason, in different places, but one thing remain the same, never did it cross their mind that particular day is going to be the last day in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So, should we live everyday as if it's our last day?Should we start asking ourselves if we are really living or merely breathing?Are we doing what we want or are we doing what is expected from us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7755501234415219311-2255401374119393873?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/2255401374119393873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-or-breathing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2255401374119393873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2255401374119393873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-or-breathing.html' title='Living or breathing??'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-695862708574376043</id><published>2010-01-17T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T06:52:59.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>我家的猫家庭</title><content type='html'>家里现在有6只猫，1只雄猫，2只雌猫，其中1只待产，还有3只小猫，暂时是3只，不知道多几天会有另外3还是4只呢？&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;养了这么多只猫，不用想也知道我们一家人都爱猫，而且也挺有空的，所以根据特征一一给它们取了名字。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;雄猫叫Tiger，长得像老虎；刚生了3只小猫的雌猫叫Puss，就猫的意思；另一只雌猫就叫Girl，非常斯文，整天呆在家；3只小猫分别叫小黑，就是黑色嘛；还有小黄，不用天才都猜得到为什么吧；最后1只叫Kekok，就因为它的尾巴是弯曲的，道地马来话叫Kekok。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/S1MjqvVJVeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7COCJTAnRdQ/s320/DSC_0344.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427721193078216162" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我家的小黑有6只脚趾，4只脚都一样，利害吧？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;比它妈妈还多了2根！哈！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这就是最新加入的成员&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/S1Mgc0W6V3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/TCPxBxNBwCQ/s320/DSC_0353.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427717655374747506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7755501234415219311-695862708574376043?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/695862708574376043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/695862708574376043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/695862708574376043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_17.html' title='我家的猫家庭'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/S1MjqvVJVeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7COCJTAnRdQ/s72-c/DSC_0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-6032763636839387231</id><published>2010-01-15T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:25:42.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To run or not to run??</title><content type='html'>A friend told me about her timing for 800m run few days ago, she clocked 3:38 min. I told her it's quite a good timing for a first timer, and I dig inside my memory to come up with some strategy she can try to improve her timing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 years?Or maybe more??I had stopped running since I graduated from Uni. And even then, I was not as active as I was in secondary school when daily training was part of my life. Day after day, we trained hard, we ran, we lifted weights, then we ran more, just so we stayed fit and improved our timing. Coach was strict, training were harsh, we struggled but we managed, arrived home tired and exhausted. Those were the tough days, but not all are pain, I had some really nice memories too. Running took me places, and I made friends from all over the country, who attended the tournaments with the same goal, to win and to create new records. Running also won me medals, money and fame which I still treasured up to now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winning made me hungry for more,  the attention, the envious look from others, I continued to train hard, and when I finally became the top in my favorite event, I began to worry about losing my place to a newcomer. I participated in local tournaments with anticipation of winning coupled with pressure, pressure of being No.1 which is  followed by the relief when I managed to keep my place. I remembered how worried I got when my friends screamed :"behind you, just behind you!"  during a run, I pushed myself just to ensure that I was not overtook, and turned to look behind me when I passed the finishing line just to realized that second placed runner was actually quite far behind. My friend had played a joke, at that moment I realized how severe my "winning disease" is, and I only got over it when I left school, away from all the tournaments, away from people who knew I was the best in my event. Is that why I do not really care about winning anymore nowadays??As I do not wish to relive the pressure which comes with the win??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had not participated in any competitive events since then, let alone running events. Did I do it to avoid my "winning disease" from resurfacing, or was I just tired of running? When friends busy training for marathon and asked that I joined them, I told them that I do not feel like running because I felt like I had run enough to last me a lifetime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However recently more and more friends are participating in running events, friends who had never run before. They were so excited, constantly reporting their progress, sharing photos and telling me about their experiences. All these awaken something inside me, I felt like maybe it's time to pick up a running shoes and give it another go, this time I'm doing it for fun and not to prove to anyone that I am the best. There will be no coach who is setting my targeted timing, no coach to check that I ran 10 laps or only 9 laps, no coach to tell me to keep going when I was half dead, and no one to judge if I am good enough to represent the team or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, maybe it is not such a bad idea to pick up running again....so my next step would be to find a suitable running shoes. This time, I shall decide my timing, my training!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-6032763636839387231?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/6032763636839387231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-run-or-not-to-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/6032763636839387231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/6032763636839387231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-run-or-not-to-run.html' title='To run or not to run??'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-5233858837825268951</id><published>2010-01-12T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:45:38.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>没那么简单-黄小琥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;最近有位朋友把这首黄小琥-没那么简单的歌给了我，听了几次，十分喜欢歌词。后来和几位仍是单身的朋友谈起这首歌，原来大家心态相去不远。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;分手一年多，不少人会问，怎么不找个男朋友？不太熟络的朋友我就随便敷衍几句，熟点的朋友我就说：“你以为找男友像是去超市买菜吗？看到喜欢的价格合理就去checkout？然后不喜欢的话再拿回去换？要是这样可简单得很呢！” 况且自己现在一心想着去澳洲玩，干嘛自找麻烦？一个人旅游惯了，喜欢那种要到那儿，要吃什么，做什么全自己决定，不用跟任何人商量，不用交代，多逍遥自在。闷？怎么可能？度假还会闷吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;到了某个年龄，开始发现自己一个人过得好好的，若是真要找个人相伴，也得找个能让自己更开心的人才可以。要是烦恼的时候比开心的时候多，还不如一个人？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-5233858837825268951?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/5233858837825268951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>最近每一次一个人，都会想起一位朋友，一位突然失去爱人的朋友。想着想着眼泪会悄悄地流下来。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我其实就只是在想，想她究竟怎么样了。没有问，因为不敢问，更不知道该怎么问。一向有话直说，废话不停的我竟然无言，感觉自己真的很没用。好不容易鼓起勇气写了封电邮给她，但她的回信让我瞬间跌入谷底，她还是很不好过。我愣在电脑前，不知如何是好，想了很久，再写了一堆安慰的话，可我真的不会安慰人，只希望没弄巧反拙。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爱，要全心全意。若有一天对方变心了你会心痛，甚至心碎。但比起在热恋中的情侣突然失去对方的那种心碎，是小巫见大巫吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为了不让自己有心碎的机会，是否就不该去爱呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我是不是变得多愁善感了呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-5728651385934390418?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/5728651385934390418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' 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type='html'>Wow, I have been in Qatar for more than a week now, time certainly flies...My sister and brother work here, so my two nieces and I are here to pay them a 3 weeks visit, so far so good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis and bro have been totally brilliant, taking us everywhere in Qatar. Or should I say most of the places in Qatar, we were at the Islamic art museum, where we spent more time admiring the building than the displayed pieces; then we were at the shopping complexes (all the big ones); and an afternoon visit to "The pearl" which is the man made island (still under construction) taking after the same idea as "Palm Island" in Dubai; then also the Souq Wakef, an interesting market place. By now, am pretty certain that we had covered all of Doha. Well, Qatar itself is a small country, so with our dedicated guides, it's not possible that we missed anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/Sx6s5dYiKrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yE2TnkwKc0Q/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412953905285966514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of "The Pearl", still under construction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/Sx6s5zc-5XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cYIgQZZfqEQ/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412953911210206578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throwing my youngest nephew into the dustbin, sometimes I really feel like doing it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some trips out of Doha too. My brother first took us on a long drive to Dukhan for the beach, we did not think that the beach deserved a 1.5hours drive out here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/Sx6s6YSEo_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dIKA49UW274/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412953921096557554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dukhan beach, nothing too special....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then last Friday we had a better trip, this time my bro took us (my 2 nieces, 2 nephews and myself) on a convoy to the desert for fossil hunting in a place not too far from Zikreet movie set, a really fascinating trip that is. Enjoyed ourselves tremendously, though we did not find any dinosaur fossils (not that we expect to find anything of that sort), my nephews insisted on bringing back lots of not so fossil looking stones, so we have some desert stones outside my sis's house now. As for the view, hemnnn....well, some parts are quite interesting, with interestingly shaped rocks, where as some parts are just flat and sandy, and then more flat and sandy. It did made an interesting 4WD trip though, the route were really trying at time, but also fun!Well, I was not the one driving, and it's not my car, guess that adds up to the fun part, hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/Sx6s7cb6aYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z5pJdfz_Ceo/s320/DSC_0256.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412953939391441282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the movie set in Zikreet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/Sx6s63UglEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dHWdULX1CBs/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412953929428276290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fossil my niece found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day, my brother took us to a beach generally known as "sealine", name taken after the popular resort located there. We tried to get in and was asked to pay 300 QR (1QR = RM ) for 5 of us, how ridiculous is that?? And so we walked on and found that a mere 5 minutes walk away (or 30 seconds drive) , there is a perfect beach with sand dunes just next to it. This time I had my 2 nieces and the youngest nephew. After some constructing and destroying sand castle processes, we walked up the sand dunes and had a very beautiful view from the top, dunes and more dunes lay upon us, also some fanatics driving round in their 4WD at a totally insane speed. It's a pity we did not have anything suitable for sliding down, next time we will bring something, then it'll be a real dune bashing, haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am not out exploring, I spent time playing some silly games with my nephews, baking scones, making "tang yuan汤圆", and next am going to try a hand on sushi, can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my life in Qatar so far, I can't complain, can I??And I have another 10 days to go, isn't that great!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7755501234415219311-918266882466014430?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/918266882466014430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-9-days-in-qatar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/918266882466014430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/918266882466014430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-9-days-in-qatar.html' title='After 9 days in Qatar'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/Sx6s5dYiKrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yE2TnkwKc0Q/s72-c/DSC_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-2401709973063948373</id><published>2009-10-20T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:02:59.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>家里的小胖</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/St5aNcNI6cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OEvC6FxfX5c/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/St5aNcNI6cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OEvC6FxfX5c/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394848590592534978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个月前，家里的母猫生了一对可爱的小猫儿。其中一只也许是先天性衰弱，先归天去了，剩下小胖。取名小胖是因为它真的胖得还可以，走起路来左右摇摆，跌跌撞撞的，尤其是后腿，总是站不直，像溜冰似的滑了开去，十分有趣。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;小胖变成了家里大小的宝贝，外甥女们总是忍不住要把它抱在怀里，不停地喂它吃东西，喝水，然后再看看他那滑稽可爱的模样，逗得她俩笑不拢嘴。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;小胖虽然长得好好的，但我和妈都觉得它似乎比同龄的小猫少了一点活泼，动作也比较慢条斯理，根本不像是一个月大的小猫，有点担心它能不能顺利长大。要是真的提先去见他的兄弟，外甥女们可要伤心的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我今晚即将出发离家三个星期，希望回来时还能看到小胖那憨憨的模样。我想我是会想念小胖的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-2401709973063948373?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/2401709973063948373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2401709973063948373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2401709973063948373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_20.html' title='家里的小胖'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/St5aNcNI6cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OEvC6FxfX5c/s72-c/IMG_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-4329949997156385780</id><published>2009-10-19T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:37:09.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一个人旅游</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;不少朋友问我，一个人旅游会害怕吗？会寂寞吗？害怕是肯定没有的，一时还真想不起该怕什么呢？寂寞有时候会吧，尤其突然想到一个故事想分享的时候但发现周遭全是一群无法沟通的陌生人。但其实一个人旅游，并不能算是真的一个人旅游，只要你愿意，周遭多的是和你一样都是在旅游的人，再不然就是亲切的当地人。只要你愿意牵牵嘴角，给迎面而来的人友善的微笑，很快地你就可能交上一个新朋友。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;但是世事无绝对，不是每个人都和你一样，再加上不同国家的不同文化，有时你就算笑僵了嘴也未必得回一个友善的回应，大家只是瞪着你瞧。在俄罗斯就曾经有过这样的经验，回想起来还真有趣。可我不会因此而选择板着脸，还是更愿意想些开心的事，继续保持笑容。也许有些人会认为我这人是疯了，但只要我开心，又没伤害任何人，那又有何不可呢？可我说的不是嬉皮笑脸，笑当然也要看场合，随机应变，否则得罪错人可还真不好玩。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;笑三笑，十年少。放心地笑吧，这样你就不会是一个人旅游了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7755501234415219311-4329949997156385780?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/4329949997156385780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4329949997156385780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4329949997156385780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_19.html' title='一个人旅游'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-4481034765262771107</id><published>2009-10-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:02:44.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIC 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/Stqvda0fkCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mJZAGvnfOs4/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/Stqvda0fkCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mJZAGvnfOs4/s200/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393816423680151586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was rotting at home for a while already when a friend asked that I joined them for a race in Pulau Perhentian, a beautiful island tucked away in East Coast of Peninsular. Perhentian Island Challenge is a 11km race circuit including 600m swim. I was not confident of my fitness level but he gave me reassurance that I will be able to manage just fine. So, I signed up and decided that it would be an excellent opportunity to bring my family for an island getaway weekend at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We gathered at Kuala Besut Jetty at 0830H and departed not long after. As the boat heads towards the island, my heart was leaping with joy as the beautiful ocean view slowly comes into view. I never realized how much I missed the sea of Malaysia until then. I can almost see a pair of invisible arms extended towards me from the crystal clear water, welcoming me to jump in. And I started t regret for not wearing my swimsuit for the boat ride. I guessed I must have been away for too long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we approached the island, the leaves on coconut trees that lined the beach started to sway in unison in response to the sea breeze, adding to the magical feeling I already had. We had to delay our union with the sea as my stomach started to growl in complain, so we unpacked “nasi kerabu” from home and sat on the verandah eating, peeking towards the beach from time to time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then it’s time for the sand and water. My nieces and I changed into our swimsuit in lightning speed and was in the water in no time. It was so refreshing, and I tried hard to remember when is the last time I felt so good, totally relax, and just enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by crystal clear water and nice sandy beach. Good time glided by without you realizing, very soon the sun is low on the horizon and we went and sat on a pile of rocks watching it disappear, leaving a sky of beautifully colored clouds. Another day had passed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next day is the PIC day, I woke up early and joined my fellow friends crossing over to the starting point after a hearty breakfast. It was a long wait before the race actually flagged of; meanwhile there is top spinning and Malay martial art display during the opening ceremony. When we were finally flagged off, the merciless sun is already high in the sky, burning into my skin. I started to run a little until I came to a steep slope, looking up I immediately decided that I will just enjoy the race rather than pushing too hard, it’s unlikely that I will win anyway. However, a friend made sure that I did not end up to be the last to arrive at the finishing line by following me closely, I tried to encouraged him to go ahead but to no avail, so I was left with no choice but to keep going at a faster pace than I had intended on doing, few times I was so tempted to stop that I actually cursed him for not leaving me well alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The race was not as hard as I had imagined, but certainly not a morning stroll in the park either. Most of the route is slightly hilly, with small and sometimes muddy paths and we also passed by some villages, where I looked at the villagers sipping cold water with envy. There is also a 100m walk carrying a 4kg sack, right before our first water point. The race was fairly well marked but a small hiccup occurred when we got to the point where we were to swim the 600m course. Earlier we were informed that we will be swimming back to where we started, so that we can leave our shoes on the beach and come back for it, but this is not the case. So after some brainstorming, we got a few plastic bags, packed our shoes and others into my friend’s bags before we hit the water. I decided to go ahead as I was sure that the guys will soon catch up since as far as I know they are much better swimmer than I am. However, I was proven wrong, the guys struggled as the bag hinder their strokes and hurt their skin, so they ended up moving at a much slower pace than they would have done under normal circumstances, so I arrived at the other end before they do and spent some time playing in the waves, even got hit by quite a big wave and ended up with sand all inside my swim suit, that is really uncomfortable, serve me right for being playful, sigh..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The walk up the 500 steps that followed was really breathtaking, both in terms of the beautiful view and the steep walk. We could not resist from stopping and looked back at the view, taking photos and making appreciative comments the whole time. I think this could easily be the most beautiful 500 steps in my life. Leaving the steps, it was only 30 minutes walk downhill towards the finishing line. As I approached the village, I heard the crowd and started to move faster as after 5 hours walk, I just want to get to the finishing line and get it done. One friend decided to follow my pace while the other lacked behind, deciding to continue at the original pace. We continued just a little further before heading to the beach where we were led to perform a series of rather silly and pointless obstacle. I later found out that it seems silly when we did it because the water level had gone down. We made it to the finishing line in a little over 5 hours. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were constantly looking back as we were nearing the finishing line, to see if the other friend was behind us, but to our amazement, he was not. This baffled us as we were sure that he was not too far behind us! The team captain decided to go looking for him after he did not arrive 30 minutes later. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only when we were back to the place we stayed did we find out that he was already there, it appeared that he missed the turning and ended up at another village, where we started in the morning, assuming that is where the finishing line is. The village is another 30 minutes walk away; poor guy did all the extra distance and wondered why no one was there when he got there. I felt slightly guilty but was abashed that this could have happened, as we only part when I could already clearly see the finishing site and hear the crowd, too much assumption on my side, I guessed. For that, I guess an apology is in place and also for laughing at him after. My bad, sorry my friend! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is an eventful and yet relaxing weekend for me and family. The next morning I spent dipping in the water the whole time, not doing much just enjoy the feeling of the water wrapping my body, caressing me gently. When I finally stepped from the jetty to the boat to leave, I looked back and wondered when I will be back here again, back to the embrace of the crystal clear water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-4481034765262771107?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/4481034765262771107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/pic-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4481034765262771107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4481034765262771107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/pic-2009.html' title='PIC 2009'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/Stqvda0fkCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mJZAGvnfOs4/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-4955380465820265985</id><published>2009-10-16T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:30:22.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>航行 - 梦想还是笑话？</title><content type='html'>几天前在海岛上和友人提起了航行，让我再次蠢蠢欲动，想去参加航行课程。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我已经记不起来什么时候开始有个梦想，是在新西兰的那段日子吧。好想有一天能够学会航行，然后买下那种有帆的游艇，简简单单的那种，不要太多奢侈的装备，只要有个小厨房和睡位，让海风带我到各处去，然后就这样开始一段海上的生活。每天醒来看日出，吃些简单的食物，在花些时间看书，钓鱼，听海的声音，和海风对话，不知海风会否为我带来家人的消息呢？我并不想去得太远，只是想感受一下那种生活。到底那样的生活会是怎样的呢？会苦闷吗？还是富有挑战？我想两者兼有之。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;由海上看陆地，我想会具一番不同的风味，真的好向往。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但这几天上网查询资料让我势气全失，不只游艇价格不菲，连航行课程也还真不便宜。航行还是相当奢侈的。也许友人说对了，这不过是个笑话。真的是个笑话吗？还是要得不够？&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/7755501234415219311-4955380465820265985?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/4955380465820265985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_3576.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4955380465820265985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4955380465820265985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_3576.html' title='航行 - 梦想还是笑话？'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-2324851269040380503</id><published>2009-10-16T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:08:44.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>回想</title><content type='html'>最近真的好闲空，所以翻了翻自己不舍得丢的信件，还有一些较特别祝贺卡。选了几张看看，想念起许久没见面的朋友。想起念大学的那段日子，曾经我们好得无话不说，形影不离，但自从毕业以后，联系少了，大家都各有各忙，感情就这样慢慢变淡了。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;难免在想，曾经要好的朋友多年后再见面还能象往日般无所不谈吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;信件堆里也有自己和他之间的信，更少不了与他合拍的照片，突然发现自己不再伤心，更不再生气了，难道我真的完完全全走出来了吗？也许我真的可以衷心祝他幸福了。人与人之间的感情都是经不起时间和距离的考验吗？不只是友情，爱情也一样吧？曾经天真地以为只要愿意努力就能战胜一切，但后来我还是输了，输给了时间和距离,  输得心不甘情不愿，生气他怎么就这样放弃。但想想也许是我们双方都不够努力，更也许是我们爱自己多过爱对方，真正的理由到底是什么我也不再追究了，还是让一切成为过去吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;时间能冲淡一切，我愿意相信，也希望这是真的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-2324851269040380503?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/2324851269040380503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2324851269040380503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2324851269040380503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_16.html' title='回想'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-6105223576695042481</id><published>2009-10-13T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:37:47.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand - May 06 to Feb 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h4 class="beTitle" id="subjcns!35762C42AACF407B!281" style="line-height: 18px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have always tried to follow "trend" when it comes to blogging so I ended up with myspace, multiply, blogspot and also facebook. Then I suddenly felt like I should have everything on the same page, so what I did is to move things around, and this is what happens, haha.... The NZ trip report was at "myspace" befor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NZ Trip Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally, I managed to squeeze some time to write my NZ report.....it's really hard as I dunno how to start and not sure how much information I should include. Anyway, here we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;22 May - June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 class="beTitle" id="subjcns!35762C42AACF407B!281"  style="line-height: 18px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I arrived in Auckland. After 2 days, I left for Katikati and started to do kiwi picking. At the same time, I was also working in the kiwi packhouse for 2 weeks. It was such great fun getting to know so many people from different countries as we worked hard to do as much as we can since we r paid by contract rate. The best part about picking is I get to eat ripe kiwis straight fr the trees, and the worst part is it is a very physical work as we have to carry 15-20kg bag in front of us while reaching up to get more as fast as possible. During that period, always got up with I got shoulder ache, sore arm and also numb fingers, but the fun part of it keeps me going. Green kiwi is easier to pick compared to old kiwi, but gold tastes better, hahaha.....at the end of my time in katikati, I had eaten the most kiwi I ever eat in my life in that 1 mth.Haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I spent 1 week at a fren's house located in Central North Island, a place called Ohura. So I get to see how they scanned the sheep (check for how many babies), how the shepherd dog work. And the best art is go hunting for wild pig. We got one and carry it like a backpack behind our back. We also wen canoeing down the river, and trust me the water is so cold, fuh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After Ohura, I went to Taupo where Aude and myself went for a rope course called Rock n Ropes, that was great fun too...but we did not do skydiving as the weather is not good. Then I join Jasmin and Vera to Wellington where I attended LOTR exhibition in Te Papa Museum. The museum is really interesting as it has many variety and not just pure historical stuff like bones and old vases....hehehe.... I also walked up Mt Victoria for Wellington 360 degrees view, went up with the cable car to the cable car museum, walk through Botanical Garden and join the Parliament tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;End of July to Mid Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went down to Bleinheim and found wrapping job in vineyard, only worked for 5 day as the work is too boring. Then I started travelling around South Island with Robert and Sebastian, 2 German guy I got to know during picking kiwi. Details of the trip will be in "Trip Around South Island"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mid Sept to Mid Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I did some gardening work in Lincoln near Christchurch for 4 days ; worked for Kathmandu warehouse preparing order) for 2 days ; Exchange work in Chez La Mer backpackers in Akaroa for 2 weeks, at (the same time I worked for grocery store - Akaroa Supply Store during my free time. I also managed to climb up Purple peak for magnificent view around Akaroa and watch nice sunsetwhile fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mid Oct to Early Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started working in Furneaux Lodge as housekeeping. My team mate includes Malaysian girl - Apple and Japanese girl - Akiko. We worked 5 days week and was paid according to the hours work. Furneaux Lodge is a really nice place as we can walk the Queen Charlotte Track (quite a famous walking track in NZ) during our day off, we can also go kayking in the inlet or across to Punga Cove (owned by Geoff's father) for Jacuzzi and swimming pool ; sometimes we go fishing and picking up mussels for our special meal. And I got quite a few fishes durign my stay including snapper, blue cod and tarakihi, and I almost got an octopus too. We also went out with the boat while they dived for scallops and sometimes we got fresh lobster. Other staffs includes people from NZ, Netherlands, England, Ireland, Scotland, Canada and US. While I was there, I was also driving the boat to fetch customer's from their big boat and yacht, I was also helping with waitressing as well as kitchen hand. It was one of the unforgetable moments of my trip and it was so hard to leave. Towards the end of my stay, I had managed to complete QCT including the walk to Jackson Head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Early Jan to end of Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got to Wellington, bought my little red car - Honda City Jazz.Then my trip around North Island begins..."Trip Around North Island"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; "&gt;1st to 14th Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Mak came on 1st Feb and we started travelling again around North and South Island till 14th when we fly back to Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-6105223576695042481?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/6105223576695042481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-zealand-may-06-to-feb-07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/6105223576695042481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/6105223576695042481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-zealand-may-06-to-feb-07.html' title='New Zealand - May 06 to Feb 07'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-7403446590797661518</id><published>2009-10-13T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T02:24:59.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>无所事事</title><content type='html'>由七月尾回到家，至今也快三个月了。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;刚回家时忙着为弟弟的婚礼而奔上奔下，接下来又为了办理澳洲签证而忙着考试，准备证件等等。现在弟弟人早就回Qatar工作去了，澳洲签证也顺利拿到手了，就只需决定出发的日子而已。本想尽早出发，但这一去又是一年，大姐七月份回来我会再次错过，许久没见到大姐了，现在闲着也是闲着，所以决定去探望她和家人。妈又建议我把两个小瓜也带着去玩玩，那就只好等到学校假期才能出发。澳洲的计划只好押后，也许明年再走吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这段时间里，我除了呆在家里，也趁机和朋友聚聚，但大家多忙着工作，只能趁周末见见面，其它时间我就坐在电脑前，努力地把旅途上的照片放上网和朋友们分享。有位朋友对此举不屑，认为是种炫耀的作风。但我志在分享，他人怎么想我可不管那么多了。每做一件事，褒贬总会有的，人生路上那可能满足每个人呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但最近该做的事似乎都已办完了，我又开始计划该到哪儿走走看看了。要是继续呆在家里我可能会发疯。而且是真的疯掉那种，不再是我一贯的疯疯癫癫了。曾经考虑找份短期工作，但没找到合适的，朋友说是我不够努力，我想他是完全说中了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;距飞往Qatar的日子还有一个多月，也许我真能计划计划一下了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-7403446590797661518?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/7403446590797661518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/7403446590797661518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/7403446590797661518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='无所事事'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-5388490275942727414</id><published>2009-08-18T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:11:00.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>梦</title><content type='html'>昨晚我做了场于我而言算是相当奇怪的梦。梦里的自己穿着不该穿的衣服，牵着不该牵的人的手，去个不该去的地方。这当真是日有所思，夜有所梦吗?未免太难以置信了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-5388490275942727414?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/5388490275942727414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5388490275942727414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5388490275942727414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='梦'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-359065196887073293</id><published>2009-07-05T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:04:05.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Mongolia</title><content type='html'>Have not been updating the blog for a looooooong time, AGAIN!Well, it's not easy to keep it update when I am on the road. However, today someone asked that I check her blog out so I might as well write something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from my 6 days Mongolian countryside trip, had done the whole trip hitch hiking, apart from the 2 short city bus trips to get in/out of centre, and not spent a single cent on accomodation. The feeling???GREAT!!!Very happy with myself cause this is exactly what I am targeting for when I left Ulaan Baatar on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all smooth sailing, but all these difficulties and challenges make it more memorable than some of my well planned trip!! Some nights it rains in the middle of the night while I was sleeping out in the field and I had to run looking for shelter in the dark, my mistake for not bringing a torch ; and HH is not always easy either, sometimes I ended up at a place where I did not plan to go, or spent few hours walking down the road hoping the next car will pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a great outing for me, and am certainly looking forward to embark on the next one SOON!!! Meanwhile, I shall continue to remember bits and pieces of this trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-359065196887073293?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/359065196887073293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-mongolia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/359065196887073293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/359065196887073293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-mongolia.html' title='In Mongolia'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-2351037241952959676</id><published>2009-03-06T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:34:12.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from my Iceland and Norway trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFrzN9nNHI/AAAAAAAAACU/TRxrI71IrlQ/s1600-h/DSC_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310143963312108658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFrzN9nNHI/AAAAAAAAACU/TRxrI71IrlQ/s320/DSC_0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFryk5PQRI/AAAAAAAAACM/rvbK7Zx5wwE/s1600-h/DSC_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310143952287908114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFryk5PQRI/AAAAAAAAACM/rvbK7Zx5wwE/s320/DSC_0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFryTvYqLI/AAAAAAAAACE/CJDPWmYkQiI/s1600-h/DSC_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310143947683178674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFryTvYqLI/AAAAAAAAACE/CJDPWmYkQiI/s320/DSC_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFryHiENlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hJyWq7fqX6w/s1600-h/DSC_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310143944406087250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFryHiENlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hJyWq7fqX6w/s320/DSC_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFrx4nLeuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3DPW08dSCbM/s1600-h/DSC_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310143940401003234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFrx4nLeuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3DPW08dSCbM/s320/DSC_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFpCld6rOI/AAAAAAAAABk/PgvqFMIImLY/s1600-h/DSC_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310140928784772322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFpCld6rOI/AAAAAAAAABk/PgvqFMIImLY/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is really difficult trying to maintain and keep everything up to date on all sites especially when traveling and the access to computer is limited, and I know that sooner or later I will end up only with one. So I abandoned Multiply, and got on to facebook, and now with blogspot, am not sure how long I will be able to keep it....but for now, I had managed to update it now and again, and this time even managed to upload some photos, which I think it 's a good sign....so this is some of the photos from iceland and Norway...will try to upload more when I have more time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFppNKZnnI/AAAAAAAAABs/Euo2XTcOtvQ/s1600-h/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310141592275361394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFppNKZnnI/AAAAAAAAABs/Euo2XTcOtvQ/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7755501234415219311-2351037241952959676?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/2351037241952959676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/03/photos-from-my-iceland-and-norway-trip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2351037241952959676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2351037241952959676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/03/photos-from-my-iceland-and-norway-trip.html' title='Photos from my Iceland and Norway trip'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SbFrzN9nNHI/AAAAAAAAACU/TRxrI71IrlQ/s72-c/DSC_0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-8817391751334312291</id><published>2009-02-26T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:10:59.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivating Norway...</title><content type='html'>I always know that Norway is a beautiful place, but little did I know that I will be extending my stay from 1 week to 3 weeks. Am&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I mad??Maybe, but that's just me being me!! Come to think of it, I think it must have been the snow, or was it the Norweigian man that I met??Honestly, a bit of both, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people whinge that it's bare and plain when everything is white, it's cold and miserable and they hate it, but for me, I find that I actually like winter especially when it snows. I love the way everything is  covered in a big white blanket of snow, makes everything seems so magical and romantic, just like the picture you often see in the fairy tales. I like the way the snow shaped the place in it's own unique ways, like an artist with a magic wand. I like the icicles that looks like a curtain. I like the air, it feels so much fresher when it's cold. And I like that when I fall on the snow, it does not hurt. I like that people are walking funnily on the street trying not to fall. I like to see the shape of snow flakes on my black gloves, they are so pretty!! And when it snows, you do not get wet as fast as when it rains, though I must admit I like the rains too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Lasse, a Norweigian guy that I met. He is full of energy, and really interesting and fun to be with, and he is 12 years older than me. I enjoyed his company so when he said that I can joined him for a film trip for BBC  to film Musk oxen in Dovrefjell, I jumped at the opportunity. So I spent 9 days in a place called Kongsvold in the middle of no where, just learning to ski (and to fall) and enjoy the beauty of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all the "likes" of winter and the special encounter with the guy, I have stayed in Norway 2 weeks more than I planned to. And I must say I love every moment of it!! And I wished I can stay much longer, but I really must start to plan to go home or I will never make it for my brother's wedding. Deep inside, I vow to come back some other time. Norway, is my new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.dun ask about photo, I will try to upload asap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.Musk Oxen is a cow looking creature but from goat family with a big horn and thick fur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-8817391751334312291?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/8817391751334312291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/02/captivating-norway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/8817391751334312291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/8817391751334312291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/02/captivating-norway.html' title='Captivating Norway...'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-3644016334753367362</id><published>2009-02-01T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:54:29.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days in Iceland is over now...</title><content type='html'>10 days, seems long, it's 2 digit, isn't it??How come it wheezes pass so fast??Tomorrow I'll be leaving Iceland already, I felt like I had just arrived!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mix feeling about leaving Iceland, happy that I had decided to come and had throughly enjoyed my visit and sad that when I leave tomorrow, I have no idea if I will visit Iceland, ever again though I would really love to, some day, some time...it's just so far away. It feels like saying goodbye to a friend in Europe not knowing when we will see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen much, but I had grown to like Iceland, I guess it must be the snow, the snow gives Iceland an extra romantic touch, and I am attracted to it just like a moth to fire. No, of course it is not that bad, I am not suicidal, haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall look forward to my next visit and mean time concentrating on my next destination - Norway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-3644016334753367362?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/3644016334753367362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-days-in-iceland-is-over-now.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/3644016334753367362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/3644016334753367362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-days-in-iceland-is-over-now.html' title='10 days in Iceland is over now...'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-4074466907230780731</id><published>2009-01-30T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:34:40.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice land Iceland</title><content type='html'>Well, iceland at this time of the year certainly suits the name. It's white everywhere, fresh snow, compressed snow and ice made the whole place look white, and I simply love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is not the best time for touring around, with some of the road being closed and bus services being reduced, I am not going to complain, cause I had specifically choose to come in winter to see iceland as it should be, at least it is what I think it should be, and I'm not disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip from Reykjavik to Akureyri passed through rows and rows of white hills and mountains with occasional farm houses in sight, other than that it's just the road, the bus and the white hills. Feels so good to be looking out of the window and being greeted by the "white view".Alright, think I'm a lil bit crazy about this white view of mine, haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-4074466907230780731?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/4074466907230780731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-land-iceland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4074466907230780731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4074466907230780731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-land-iceland.html' title='Ice land Iceland'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-2824317290354806016</id><published>2009-01-21T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:44:26.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late nights and more late nights</title><content type='html'>Have not been getting my beauty sleep lately. ...sigh, not good not good. I am staying in this London hostel and there are so many fun people at the hostel that I always end up playing cards, chatting, laughing with them until 2-3am. Doubt that late night sleep gonna do any good top my skin, so I really must refuse to play the cards with them, haha....but it's so much fun!!&lt;div&gt;As for tonight, I will be doing some work to pay for my stay in the hostel, which starts at 10pm and finishes at 2am, so another late night I guess....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-2824317290354806016?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/2824317290354806016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-nights-and-more-late-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2824317290354806016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2824317290354806016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-nights-and-more-late-nights.html' title='Late nights and more late nights'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-5787744693508176495</id><published>2009-01-19T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:26:05.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London oh London....</title><content type='html'>Have been in London for emmmmm.....10 days now, and every time I walk down the busy street crowded with people from all over the world, I can't help but wonder "what am I doing here???" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not saying that London is a horrible place, I do enjoy walking along the Thames river, looking at the bridges, and familiar big ben, but somehow I just feel out of place when I'm surrounded by thousands of people and all the red buses and black cabs drive me mad instead of fascinates me. I want to be away, away and away......far far away from the crazy traffic, and the constant flow of "human river" around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess Iceland will be something completely different, or at least I hope it would be, I can't wait for Saturday to come when I shall leave London behind and go seek for my kind of world in Iceland. Iceland, here I come....but first I need to get the DSLR, which means I still have to spend some time going round the shops, erggghhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7755501234415219311-5787744693508176495?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/5787744693508176495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/london-oh-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5787744693508176495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5787744693508176495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/london-oh-london.html' title='London oh London....'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-9117028188247313291</id><published>2009-01-12T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:57:00.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In London</title><content type='html'>So, am in London now after horrible midnight bus ride.So glad to be stepping off the bus at victoria station even thought it was still dark at that time. Struggling with my luggage, I managed to find the hostel and settled in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, I am just roaming around London doing some shopping. Yes, me shopping!I need some stuff and wanted other stuff, so here I am trying to decide how much I should spend. First I need travel adaptor, then maybe a daysack, then camera, yes a DSLR I'm thinking about and lastly a portable hard disk. Not working but spending...hemn.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-9117028188247313291?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/9117028188247313291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-london.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/9117028188247313291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/9117028188247313291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-london.html' title='In London'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-1089120828986714490</id><published>2009-01-07T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:19:27.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I decided</title><content type='html'>Yes, finally I had decided, after sitting in front of computer for 3 days trying to work out the itinerary for my final trip before going home. Pheww...not easy, especially when I have a long list of "must go, not to be missed, excellent spot" going round and round my semi-functional brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;1. London - Iceland - Oslo - London (sorry mother earth for the carbon foot print)&lt;br /&gt;2. Apply for Russian visa in feb since they will not let me apply more than 90days in advance of my entry. (Why do they have to make it so difficult for everyone??Maybe because everyone make it so difficult for them?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Italy ......... (yes, another flight, feel so bad and yet still doing it, what's the point??So weak, fuh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's a good start, I have some firm date too, then "bang" I failed to book my iceland flight because iceland air will not accept my debit card and thanks for HSBC complete screw up I have not got my credit card after 2 months!!Grrrrr...I really feel like biting someone now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now I get some free time to just sit around and mumble away, and maybe I will read a bit more info about my destination. That should be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-1089120828986714490?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/1089120828986714490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-decided.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/1089120828986714490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/1089120828986714490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-decided.html' title='So I decided'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-2330343707096512330</id><published>2009-01-05T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:13:45.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My travel plan and me</title><content type='html'>Being a "bum" means that people around me are constantly asking me these questions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where are you going next?&lt;br /&gt;- when are you going home?&lt;br /&gt;- when are you going to start traveling again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny things is, I usually do not have any answers for them, not because I am not willing to share but is because I have not made up my mind yet. I always have a rough plan in my head which I made by looking at the map and which I usually wrote on a piece of recycle paper hidden somewhere. So I can usually tell my friend that I would like to see Italy and Iceland, and I would like to go on Trans-Siberia train, but I do not know when, or how, or the sequence of the occurence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point or another, I will look at the crumpled plan of mine and told myself "that's it, this is how I'm going to do it!" and set it aside. The problem is, my so call "plan" always end up in dead alley because I did not take into consideration the transport, the weather etc etc, so which means after a few search online I realized that the "plan" need to be reorganize, so here we go again. Another look at the map, another add and remove, and I have my new plan which sometimes can be quite different from the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when a friend told me that she is planning to go to India for a month, I started to think again whether or not I should fly to India since now I have 2 friends who will be there. One is my old time friend who I would really love to go backpacking with before she become a mum and the other one is my crazy slovak friend who I think will certainly make my trip unbelievably interesting and exciting. Yet again, I sat down and staring at the computer screen trying to decide, and in the end I decided to sleep on it and will see how I feel about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just maybe I have too much time, if I set a deadline, maybe it would have been easier???I really dunno..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-2330343707096512330?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/2330343707096512330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-travel-plan-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2330343707096512330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2330343707096512330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-travel-plan-and-me.html' title='My travel plan and me'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-4332234426515572469</id><published>2009-01-04T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:33:19.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult decision...environment or time and money??</title><content type='html'>Today I finally sit down and start looking up the various possibility of transport for my upcoming trip which I decided to start in Italy, will then head east before heading north again and eventually make it to Russia. I told myself that I will avoid flying because after my recent road trip, I am sure that I had left so much carbon footprint then I had wished to, and I was hoping to stick to buses and train this time. I am not calling myself environmentalist, just thinking that I would love to help contribute to the well-being of the world as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these said, I started looking up for the buses and trains that will take me from London to Milan where I plan to start my tour of Italy. Due to the distance, the coach will takes at least 24hours and the train 19hours, and the prices shown is not really great. Out of curiousity, my room mate suggested that I had a look at the flight choices, and that must have been the worst thing I could have done, the flight search shown available flights that takes only one sixth of the time and half of the price compared to the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was screaming at the screen and then I was speechless, really do not know what to say or make of it. Ironically, the flight even offers the possibility to offset the carbon footprint! Now I'm torn between leaving as little carbon footprint as possible and saving my time and money! Is it a such a  difficult decision?Yes, it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you suppose to get a better deal when you pay more??In this case, it seems unlikely. At the moment going by train is not a possibility as it costs a whooping £250! Going by bus means paying 50% more, spending 24hours on the road with a stranger strapped right next to me, arriving at my destination exhausted and possibly stinking, knowing that I put up with all these just so that I clocked 0.96 tonnes less CO2 then flying. Tossing carbon footprint issue aside, going by plane means I will save some money for good food and also arriving in my destination fresh and ready. At a glance, it seems like a such simple equation. Part of me is saying that I should just be selfish and forgo all the concern about the carbon footprint, the plane is flying even without me, save the money for some good pizzas in Naples and some extra time to look around ; another part of me is thinking that if I do really care about the carbon footprint, how can I be so easily swing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I still do not know. However, I have a strong feeling that I will finally be flying. Sad, isn't it?? I can't help but wonder why is it so hard for me to be less selfish? Why am I so weak? Where is my determination? Deep down, do I really care like I think I do? After all, I had always left a buffer in this issue, I always tell myself that I am doing every bit I can, trying is the word. This actually do not sounds like a committment. This certainly got me thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-4332234426515572469?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/4332234426515572469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/difficult-decisionenvironment-or-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4332234426515572469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4332234426515572469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/difficult-decisionenvironment-or-time.html' title='Difficult decision...environment or time and money??'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-4079415917186123682</id><published>2009-01-03T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:29:06.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day at work</title><content type='html'>It's my last day at work, AGAIN.....have had a few different jobs this year, so had a few "last day at work", I think it's really fun and it gives you something to look forward to. When we sent the last guest out this morning, we were so excited and keep repeating "last day, last day" to each other. And finally at 1500H, all jobs are done, the rooms are all cleaned and the lovely festive decorations are all down and stuffed in the boxes ready for the next season. Such a shame that it took us less than an hour to remove all the decos where as we had spent 2 days putting it up!!Isn't life is just funny???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last day at work means I should be on the move again, the problem is I have not made the final decision as where I am heading to, gosh...me and my "not so final plan" is now facing the harsh reality. On Monday, the rest of the staffs will all be going home, and what am I going to do??I wonder....and wonder...and more wondering.....seems like "wondering" alone does not take me further, so I guess it's best that I stop mumbling and wondering away and do some serious planning. Planning planning, since when it had become so hard??Guess since I have no time constraint, sigh...that is suppose to be a good thing, is it not??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-4079415917186123682?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/4079415917186123682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4079415917186123682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/4079415917186123682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-at-work.html' title='Last day at work'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-5665038662864356406</id><published>2008-12-28T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T04:08:47.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An image to brighten up my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SVdqY9I0yWI/AAAAAAAAABU/eJRST5hXnhw/s1600-h/image-568x440-jpg%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284809664703547746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SVdqY9I0yWI/AAAAAAAAABU/eJRST5hXnhw/s320/image-568x440-jpg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A fren uses Ronaldo's photo as profile pic in FB, for that brief moment I was wondering how come I dun remember having such good looking fren, haha...and man he looked so good, so I decided to look up his photo and look what I've found!!Just what I need to brighten up my day, haha.....Look at that body!That's what I call "a body to die for".... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-5665038662864356406?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/5665038662864356406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2008/12/image-to-brighten-up-my-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5665038662864356406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/5665038662864356406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2008/12/image-to-brighten-up-my-day.html' title='An image to brighten up my day'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SVdqY9I0yWI/AAAAAAAAABU/eJRST5hXnhw/s72-c/image-568x440-jpg%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-8827251007412629236</id><published>2008-12-27T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:32:59.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless night</title><content type='html'>Well, not really sure if this is a suitable title, but it's my blog, so who is there to judge, right?? The thing is, I had a long day at work, not long in term of hours, but it was a split shift, so somehow I felt like I have been working longer than usual, so I thought that I'll be dozing off the moment my head hit the pillow, but 5 minutes passed, then 10 minutes, then 30 minutes passed, and I'm still wide awake. Damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;What is the matter with me??I kept thinking...was it the coffee??I had only one at 9am, surely the caffeine won't stay that long!!Not done enough for the day??My legs are killing me!The only possible reason is the "siesta", the afternoon nap, that's it!!Next time I'll know better.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am sitting in front of the PC not knowing what to do, so I thought that maybe I should post something up since my last "testing" post,not a very hardworking blogger that is, hehe... and then maybe I can upload the long delayed photo to my facebook before I hit the road in 2 weeks time not knowing when I will have frequent access to internet again. Next I can also look up some information on my next destination and the upcoming trip. So, maybe it's a good thing after all that I can't go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, as I'm typing now, my mouth opened automatically in a big "O", unable to stop myself from yawning,gosh, "Murphy" must be at work again, sure keep himself busy!!!Guess I'll stop my mumbling right here and start uploading the photos before I need to go back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-8827251007412629236?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/8827251007412629236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepless-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/8827251007412629236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/8827251007412629236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless night'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755501234415219311.post-2437659504973326438</id><published>2008-12-15T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:28:01.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the title is nothing much, wat can u expect, right?This is my first entry, and I'll try to write more soon....for now, just testing and see how it will look like and see if I like it. With Multiply, Facebook and this, I certainly will be bz....haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755501234415219311-2437659504973326438?l=rq78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/feeds/2437659504973326438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2437659504973326438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755501234415219311/posts/default/2437659504973326438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rq78.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>ruiqing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393788459007570970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeKh9lOdMk/SUZZEvizUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6w-zzSk_Pzk/S220/IMGP1207.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
