<?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-9032613694115331110</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:09:25.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13712317648602210174</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/_rTS95zz2aIE/SXID3y1i1GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7nQU8s8uDq8/S220/1_405283290l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032613694115331110.post-2231249514431141671</id><published>2010-01-18T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:29:51.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/S1RR6jxiWqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2a_zgn0SBpY/s1600-h/6200_1156672890096_1625944561_406062_6297278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/S1RR6jxiWqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2a_zgn0SBpY/s320/6200_1156672890096_1625944561_406062_6297278_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428053517365566114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like her..&lt;br /&gt;I really really do like her..&lt;br /&gt;Shes sweet, pretty, gorgeous, and everything a boy could ask for&lt;br /&gt;But its time to give up..&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna waste any more time on her anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Its not worth it..&lt;br /&gt;I gonna concentrate both on my studies and basketball!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032613694115331110-2231249514431141671?l=roywang10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/feeds/2231249514431141671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-like-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/2231249514431141671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/2231249514431141671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-like-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13712317648602210174</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/_rTS95zz2aIE/SXID3y1i1GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7nQU8s8uDq8/S220/1_405283290l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/S1RR6jxiWqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2a_zgn0SBpY/s72-c/6200_1156672890096_1625944561_406062_6297278_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032613694115331110.post-7656228490651674809</id><published>2010-01-02T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:12:21.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/S0BQ6FGyhuI/AAAAAAAAACA/-idJUiSEJv0/s1600-h/michaeljackson021507jpgmu8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/S0BQ6FGyhuI/AAAAAAAAACA/-idJUiSEJv0/s320/michaeljackson021507jpgmu8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422422910087366370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Michael Joseph Jackson&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   1958-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has the death of a singer - albeit an extremely talented and successful one - affected so many? The fact of the matter is Michael Jackson was more than just a singer or even an entertainer. He was the icon of a generation. It would not be wrong to say that many of us would have grown up listening to his songs. But just as we grew up with Michael, so too he did he grow up with us. Without a doubt, his music was his centrepiece.  It was the medium with which he used to reach out to the world, and impart his messages to the world.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/Sz9g8uMqcOI/AAAAAAAAABw/2PbQsq37dq8/s1600-h/352vs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/Sz9g8uMqcOI/AAAAAAAAABw/2PbQsq37dq8/s320/352vs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422159072686928098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Michael's prowess in controlling massive audiences was with his utilisation of radical dance moves coupled with striking and futuristic attire. He knew how to stand out like no other, the world was his stage, and he would put on one hell of a show. His style was fluid, bordering modern break dance and liquid motions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legacy of your moonwalking and your shiny gloves will be deeply missed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' ~ If you enter this world knowing you are loves, and you leave this world knowing the same, the everything that happens in between can be dealt with ~ '' { Michael Jackson }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032613694115331110-7656228490651674809?l=roywang10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/feeds/7656228490651674809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-michael-joseph-jackson-1958-2009-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/7656228490651674809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/7656228490651674809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-michael-joseph-jackson-1958-2009-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13712317648602210174</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/_rTS95zz2aIE/SXID3y1i1GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7nQU8s8uDq8/S220/1_405283290l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/S0BQ6FGyhuI/AAAAAAAAACA/-idJUiSEJv0/s72-c/michaeljackson021507jpgmu8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032613694115331110.post-6050606444031878735</id><published>2009-12-21T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:40:28.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!!! Its been ages since I blogged.. Sigh, school holidays are ending real quick. Why does it have to be over sooooo damm fast?? I'll be satisfied if someone could extend my holidays another 2 week.. Just 2 more week.. Hey, we have to dare to dream rite?? Going out with Cheryl and a few skst friends 2moro. Cant wait!! Gonna watch Avatar. Btw, I found something that could make me fat.. Haha.. Carinn, u should read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;li id="jsArticleStep1"&gt;         &lt;div class="stepBg"&gt;Step &lt;span&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;The only way to getting fat is make sure that you start each day with at least a sugar high to get that engine going. Add extra sugar to that coffee and a chocolate jelly donut and you are off and ready to begin a day of good eatin'! Make sure before you leave your house to go to work that you stuff you pockets with candy for those sudden urges. A cold slice of pizza is always yummy for the tummy if you are going to be in traffic for a while.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="jsArticleStep2"&gt;         &lt;div class="stepBg"&gt;Step &lt;span&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;If you leave early enough for work you can stop off at that favorite eating establishment that likes to super size your meals and when you do, you can use those coupons (buy 1 sausage biscuit meal, get one free)Take the extra biscuit for a mid morning snack. Once you arrive at work, excuse yourself for a coffee break and have some of those delicious candies you managed to sneak into your pockets. Oh, don't forget to share. Besides, everybody knows a true lard butt has "extra" to go around!&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="jsArticleStep3"&gt;         &lt;div class="stepBg"&gt;Step &lt;span&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;At lunch, try and go out for a big meal. Buffets are great, especially the all you can eat restaurants. Double up on dessert and, well go ahead and sneak a few brownies to take back to the office for that afternoon "pick me up." At about 3:00, try and locate a snack machine. Chips and soda are good for this time of day because they are not too heavy and will hold you over until the end of the day. At 5:00, make sure to check and see if anyone has any left over food they want to get rid of. This is always helpful in case you get stuck in traffic going home and the sudden urge to eat hits you. In certain cases, you might want to purchase a cooler and have it filled with your favorite cold drinks for the ride home. No alcohol. That is for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="jsArticleStep4"&gt;         &lt;div class="stepBg"&gt;Step &lt;span&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;Upon arriving home, this is a good time to pop in the oven some 10 minute frozen snacks while you get comfortable for the evening. If you are staying in and don't want to cook, order pizza. Get the special. Midnight pizza snacks in bed late at night are yummy! While you are waiting for the pizza delivery, whip up some chocolate mousse. It's quick and easy and will be ready to eat after dinner.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="jsArticleStep5"&gt;         &lt;div class="stepBg"&gt;Step &lt;span&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;If you decide to watch a movie or favorite TV show at night, don't forget to pop up some pop corn and share a bite or two with the dog. By the way, where is the dog? Last time he was around he was as skinny as a rail. Try not to eat the dog food. It could give you gas.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="jsArticleStep6"&gt;         &lt;div class="stepBg"&gt;Step &lt;span&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;During the commercials, why not snack on something healthy, like a carrot or piece of celery? Remember, the key to getting fat is to never stop eating. It must become a part of your life that makes you feel good about yourself. If someone makes fun of you, don't be offended. They are just jealous because they are skinny. The important thing is that you like yourself and feel good about who you are. Self esteem. So, keep up the good work, eat to your hearts content and be happy!&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032613694115331110-6050606444031878735?l=roywang10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/feeds/6050606444031878735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-everyone-its-been-ages-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/6050606444031878735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/6050606444031878735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-everyone-its-been-ages-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13712317648602210174</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/_rTS95zz2aIE/SXID3y1i1GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7nQU8s8uDq8/S220/1_405283290l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032613694115331110.post-8728093802160990433</id><published>2009-02-12T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:32:11.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOMEWORKS&lt;/span&gt; '' !!!!! What in the world are the teachers thinking at school?? Brainless pigs who only know how to give homework, homework and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;.. Its only the freaking month of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;February and all of my books are all over my room.. Left, right, front and my back are all BOOKS.. What the hell!!! That makes my room simply messier than usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, Form 4 life is pretty hectic.. Everything has to be fast.. Teachers are teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;damm&lt;/span&gt; fast so they can finish the syllabus quickly.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Homeworks&lt;/span&gt; have to be done and lots of things to do.. Seriously, there's not enough time for everything. Where is my time for basketball??????? Mann.. I've been skipping basketball training often now.. Even my coach starts to grumble at me.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sighh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's something that I felt after coming to form4.  Somehow I feel there's so much for me to handle. Pressure, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;, responsibilities and lots of decision to be made by myself.. I think that I've grown a lot. I'm trying to study harder just to prove that I can also do much better than anyone else. That I something that I would never do when I was a form3 student.. Sigh.. what can I say.. Time do really change one's mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to let my parents know that I can do better.. I can change for the better.. As usual, my dad will only say. '' Roy, can you study or not? If u really don't want to study, just give up studying and come out to work '' what the hell!! How can a dad encourage his son to give up on his studies and start working? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/SZPxf6w9QKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KzDAqRhW7ek/s1600-h/kobe_177_050919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/SZPxf6w9QKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KzDAqRhW7ek/s320/kobe_177_050919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301846716998041762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That picture there is one of a kind dunk. Kobe on Dwight Howard.This dunk is way cool. I really wanna do It on top of someones back.. That will leave a mark in someones heart if u dunk like that.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahahahahha&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go everyone!! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt; are waiting for me.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;byee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/9032613694115331110-8728093802160990433?l=roywang10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/feeds/8728093802160990433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2009/02/homeworks-what-in-world-are-teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/8728093802160990433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/8728093802160990433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2009/02/homeworks-what-in-world-are-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13712317648602210174</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/_rTS95zz2aIE/SXID3y1i1GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7nQU8s8uDq8/S220/1_405283290l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTS95zz2aIE/SZPxf6w9QKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KzDAqRhW7ek/s72-c/kobe_177_050919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032613694115331110.post-9112918659475163201</id><published>2009-01-17T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:13:46.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I can't stand it anymore! I need to type something, anything will do. *scratches head* I don't even know how and what to type..You see, I've been sitting in front of this computer for 30 minutes now,  trying hard how to write a blog. Its my first time writing blog so ... I really really don't know what to write... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://editor.blog.sergio/images/yui-extra/smileys/smiley-tongue-out.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Err, I'll start on with my day at school.. The first thought that came through my mind when I woke up is '' SHIT, why do I have to wake up so dammit early just to go to school on sat? Completely Outrageous.. During perhimpunan, as usual teachers were talking crap on the stage. I bet not even a quarter of the whole school is listening to wad the teacher is trying to say.. The only thing  that motivated me to school today was my PJK lesson. We get to play basketball..... Talking about basketball makes me excited.. I did 11 rebounds 7 block shots today. Outstanding results eh.. The day went on without suprise. During maths, i slept for the whole period. Blame it on the teacher who dint know how to teach at all. Her maths was horrible... RINGGG!!! Its time to go home.. everyone was so damm excited about going home. When I reached home, I quickly took a bath n my lunch then quickly proceed to my bedroom.. Before sleeping I thought of someone.. Suyi.. I quickly  took my phone n msg her.. While waiting for her msg I fell asleep.. To my dismay she replied after 2 hours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Zzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Anyways, my hands n eyes are getting tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Its time for me to dream abt someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Psttt secret..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Gudniteeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032613694115331110-9112918659475163201?l=roywang10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/feeds/9112918659475163201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-stand-it-anymore-i-need-to-type.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/9112918659475163201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032613694115331110/posts/default/9112918659475163201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roywang10.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-stand-it-anymore-i-need-to-type.html' title=''/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13712317648602210174</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/_rTS95zz2aIE/SXID3y1i1GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7nQU8s8uDq8/S220/1_405283290l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
