<?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-32811867</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:13:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudi3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32811867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudi3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330681324058353034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/320/bear1.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32811867.post-115734919424291937</id><published>2006-09-04T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:54:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad scene</title><content type='html'>1st of Sept : Another month passes by and it is already 6 months I had been working in this company. I was on leave today and day seems rather relaxing. At night, I went for the movie 'Snake on a Plane'. Thought that I will enjoy watching the movie till the end, but turns out I covered my eyes most of the time. Too many of those sudden scenes that make me jump. Haha. After the movie around 11 something, we decided to go for a drink at a nearby mamak. It was a drizzling friday night. From a distance before we reach the traffic light, I noticed something happened at the opposite road as there were police cars and people watching by the road side. I looked around and discovered there is a body lying on the road covered with black plastic bag. Immediately I get myself back to my seat as I do not want to see the scene anymore. It affected my mood and I can't get the scene off my thought. At the mamak, I get myself a hot drink and tried not to think too much. Our conversation makes me feel much more relaxing. We chatted chatted chatted and it was already 1 something in the morning when we decided to leave. Though feeling tired, but I do really have an enjoyable night being with him despite those unhappy scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32811867-115734919424291937?l=claudi3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudi3.blogspot.com/feeds/115734919424291937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32811867&amp;postID=115734919424291937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32811867/posts/default/115734919424291937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32811867/posts/default/115734919424291937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudi3.blogspot.com/2006/09/sad-scene.html' title='Sad scene'/><author><name>bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330681324058353034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/320/bear1.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32811867.post-115579819569348730</id><published>2006-08-17T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:05:37.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/1600/PIC%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/320/PIC%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th of Aug : A special day for me, today is the day where i stepped into the quarter of the century. Wake up as usual, get myself prepared to leave early to meet my fellow colleagues for breakfast. I switched on my mobile and received an early wish from someone. My heart smiles. About to leave my home, my mobile rings. A weird feeling arised in my heart. However, my mobile's battery was flat and i failed to answer the call. Maybe it is destined to be this way. Suddenly all the feelings come back to me. It makes me think but i know it is all history. So i shall learn to cope with my life now. After an hour drive, I reached office and it was surprised that all my colleagues had reached. I found a musical card and pillow at my place and I felt really happy. A nice breakfast at Coffee Bean is a good start for us on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/1600/PIC%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/320/PIC%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/320/girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hour passed, it is about 7 pm already. I left the office after received my friend's call. While waiting to meet the other two, we went to KLCC for a walk. I am asked to choose my own gift. This sounds weird ha. Haha. Finally, two gifts were bought. Not two birthday girls but a gift for one that had been pending since January. Hehe. It was close to 10 pm when we finally meet up for our dinner or should I say supper. We went to Outback at Low Yat and we really have a good time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/1600/2all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/320/2all.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised life can be so beautiful with all the people around me and I shall never disappoint them. Thanks my dear family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32811867-115579819569348730?l=claudi3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudi3.blogspot.com/feeds/115579819569348730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32811867&amp;postID=115579819569348730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32811867/posts/default/115579819569348730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32811867/posts/default/115579819569348730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudi3.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-day.html' title='~ Happy day'/><author><name>bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330681324058353034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/320/bear1.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32811867.post-115570612117806605</id><published>2006-08-16T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T13:35:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Malacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/1600/DSCN1218.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/200/DSCN1218.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th of Aug : Wake up early in the morning as usual but today seems rather exciting. Because I am going for holiday with my best pals ! More than 10 years friendship, this is the first time we are going out together. We meet up at kajang, have our breakfast before we start the journey. It was so relaxing listening to songs and sing along together in the car. However, a topic was brought up and it affected my mood. Tears rolled down my cheek though i tried to control. Emotions again overpower my thoughts. Flashbacks filled my mind and thoughts. All of a sudden i felt so down but i know this will be temporary only. After a distance drive, we finally reached malacca. We planned to visit the butterfly park but oops, no one realised we have already passed the place. Never thought of making a U-turn, we head straight to the famous tourist spot where we visited Stadhuys,St Paul Church and etc. Photo photo photo everywhere. The day was so beautiful and the sky is so blue. It had past lunch time and we are looking for a place to fill our stomach and quench our thirst. We drive to Jongker St knowing it is famous for variety of food. Look at the food we had. Yummy yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/1600/DSCN1194.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/200/DSCN1194.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling our stomach, we had a short walk along the street. However, the day was getting hotter and the sun was so bright so we decided to come back during night. We finally reached Mahkota Hotel, the place where we will spend our night. We booked a 1 room apartment. Yeah, 1 room apartment for 4 person. The swimming pool and garden view from our room's apartment is so beautiful. Guessed everyone is tired of waking up so early. We have a short nap. Time passes really fast and it is already 7 something when we are ready to leave our room. Photo photo photo again around the hotel area. Into the car we go, leaving for Jongker St. The night scene of Jongker was really happening. Along the street, there are many stalls at both side and we took our time to look at all the things. The stall which attract our attention is the one selling mini decorative clogs. All the drawings on the clogs were hand-painted and look simple and nice. We walked from the front to the end of the street and what we finally bought were clogs and earrings. Before we leave, we have noodles and fruit juice at a shop along the street.&lt;br /&gt;Though Malacca town isn't that big, we are lost and took some time to find our way back to the hotel. Hehe. Back to our room, feeling really tired but happy. We chatted for somewhile before going to bed. Time really flies and it was another day. It was a rainy day and seems like not many place we can go. We prepare to have our buffet breakfast at the cafeteria. Back to our room after the breakfast, we packed our things and ready to leave the hotel at noon. We went to Jongker St to buy some nyonya kuih to treat our family and bought some biscuits from Tan Kim Hock as well. And finally, we start our journey back to Kajang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/1600/DSCN1223.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/200/DSCN1223.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so tired but we really spent a good time together though there are many places that we did'nt visit. As for me, able to spend my time with my best friends is always the greatest time regardless the place and time. Goodbye Malacca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32811867-115570612117806605?l=claudi3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudi3.blogspot.com/feeds/115570612117806605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32811867&amp;postID=115570612117806605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32811867/posts/default/115570612117806605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32811867/posts/default/115570612117806605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudi3.blogspot.com/2006/08/trip-to-malacca.html' title='Trip to Malacca'/><author><name>bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330681324058353034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2600/3592/320/bear1.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
