<?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-6059033058752829366</id><updated>2011-12-19T08:36:25.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh's life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059033058752829366-4576688048376467214?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/4576688048376467214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/4576688048376467214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/4576688048376467214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='html'>开心但是伤心同时又气人的十月二十九号。我明天的奖励自己没把这口气吐在人家的身上。失望那口被人责怪以为我搞事，我只不过照顾大家的需求。我觉得我好失败。难道我需要每次做出个解释吗？真的是要搞到这样吗？我的心真的好痛因为责怪下来的人竟然是我大方明白事理的朋友。我不生气但是我很心痛很失望。但是我却又不敢向任何人讲出我的心声当然也不想再和他说明一切应为我已经累了。我不期待任何蛋糕和礼物，我却期待我的好意没被误会。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059033058752829366-4074980870893243801?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/4074980870893243801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/4074980870893243801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/4074980870893243801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='十月二十九'/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SblCbXB_iVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FkjpUwRJIMw/S220/black+mod.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059033058752829366.post-7924368517294229033</id><published>2010-09-28T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T04:16:33.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning, when i was about to start my journey to my college by walking to my coursemate's house since she would fetch me along too. I played back all my previous sound records in Preventive Healthacre(PH), which i previously worked at, some thoughts came through my mind which is hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in this company other than your hardwork whihc plays an important role, hope is an another element which I have learnt from this working environment. During that working period, I and my colleagues had to "pull" the customers to come to hospital to have a look on our medical screening programme. Calling people up and getting the sound of "dududududududududududu" had been my everdays life, getting scold from some of them without any reasons over the phone yet we had to keep calling non stop in order to find the hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that we got to call them up and explained the purpose of inviting them to hospital which is viewing the medical programme. Of course, u will b questioning what makes them come? In order to protect my company's privacy i can only we have some legal professional skill to make such an invitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point here is that in the process of inviting them to come over here, we have to make a booking with them requiring them to reveal some of their common personal details over the phone. However, it does not mean that when we succesfully make a booking with them, they wil come over here as they had promised. Hence, it can be that ones makes 20 booking and only 1 of them turns up! We got to accept such a cruel fact and keep relying on our hope. If you are lucky enough you will get 10 turn up rate out of 20 boookings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One booking represents one hope, 20 of them 20 hopes. Sometimes, there is an element of hypocrite because they are so called to be hopes; what about if none of them turn up and can they be hopeless instead of hope? I had been thinking this about 1 month after resigning from PH and finally i found an answer yesterday. I think hope is just a probabilities of being succesful and failed. Although we know the definition of hope through our studies yet sometimes we are blindly folded by our anger, frustration,emo etc and thus forgetting the word of hope and blamming it for the rest of our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit every people live in this earth, no doubt we rely on hope and as a result we believe in it. However, relying and believing in it are not sufficient for us but to consistently making our best effort. When the time comes, the real hope will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to all of the readers here to succeed in your life. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059033058752829366-7924368517294229033?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/7924368517294229033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2010/09/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/7924368517294229033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/7924368517294229033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2010/09/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SblCbXB_iVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FkjpUwRJIMw/S220/black+mod.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059033058752829366.post-4936381438313812185</id><published>2010-07-14T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T06:44:32.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>continued version of my 2nd best dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have a good moment in Ph even it is just 1 month, hence, I believe in miracle. Why do I say so? Guys ask yourself can u find and recognize your Mr. or Mrs. True or best dude in 1 month time. This is my situation just a month he has become my bro. We do have countless of foolish and funny moment in PH other than “lepak” in Time Square, Mid Valley, Sg Wang and Low Yat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What makes me touch are due to many incidents which is the reason he has become my bro, Yang.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After he has learnt from me that a friend does not only learn to respect but to show your sincerity to each other. There are many examples as he had mentioned. For example, since last year I had first best friend, Darren, I had been finding a nice comb which is made of natural material which is sold only in limited shops for 1 month. Finally, one day I got it in Sg Wang and gave it to Darren and he was touched by that. My bro, then, from this example he had realized many things in true friendship, giving a comb which your friend who has been hoping for it is better than giving a RM100 present to him. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sincerity weights more than Money. I admit in this world we can’t live without money but does not mean that sincerity is totally useless though my parents have been scolding me for this. Anyhow, I still believe in it as without sincerity there will not be a word of hard work or success because it requires sincerity too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493772296036161922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TD3My8YeGYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fSGeFtIJt70/s320/DSC01680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This makes him to make another surprise for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For example, when I just requested Digi Campus and yet immediately he phoned all digi branches about Digi Campus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At first, he failed to get it. He went to websites and other efforts. Finally, God shows him the way in Low Yat. Then, one day he tried to steal my student card to photostate to help me register and yet I was so stupid I passed him my wallet when he wanted to see what was inside my wallet. Nearly, he got caught by me. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyhow, when we went to Low Yat, the moment he brought me to Digi branch yet I thought he bought for another friend but not me. The moment the seller showed me about Brickfield Asia College I realized everything including how he stole my student card!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so shocked at that moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609085864676674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TERTWLtfjUI/AAAAAAAAADI/fCzVKbFsY-M/s320/DSC00853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can I afford to lose such a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During that day was his last day in Ph, hence; we had promised to go out earlier to have a last view in Petalling Street as well as having the last “chu chiong fun”. Damn nice 1. However, he was late and got scolded by me and he cried in LRT. OMG, I was shocked at that moment. He kept blaming himself of being clumsy and late and I kept saying bad things. When I had found out that actually he was preparing his presents to everyone including me then I felt so guilty of scolding him. I felt I was so stupid of not appreciating my bro’s sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later followed by when we went to the company issue. The next issue here is where I have to search him up and down. When we had prepared ourselves to work, we start to do our work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, he was MIA, missing in action, Aunty Kathryn and I were finding him, however, Aunty Kathryn’s body was not that healthy, hence, I had to run up and down to find him. I searched every corner of the sales department of the room, credit department, Telemarketing department room and toilets yet I could not find him. Finally, I found him it was in the sales where I had tried to search but I did not see him. I felt relieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495612875592937426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TERWyxjHr9I/AAAAAAAAADw/O6S8tPehGnw/s320/DSC00852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so guilty now that I had scolded him that day until he cried. Actually , Bro , if u r reading this blog ho, I had actually known that u will be giving me book and a stack of your cards but I can swear here that I have not read the cards before u gave it to me. That’s why I hinted u that day. Anyway I will still keep the books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495613741698874418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TERXlMC3fDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N2Srj_A4cKo/s320/DSC00020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have gone through so many things in one month. Believe it or not guys, but this is a fact.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The very first time we go” lepak” together is donating blood. We did some stupid things where we got to rush to Time Square under the rain. We were totally wet and yet were almost failed to donate blood.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The best part was that I got to block the air conditioner for him because he kept complaining cold. He switched to 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; place from the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; place due to coldness at first in fact the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; place was cold too. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hence, I had decided to sleep at his left hand side to block the air-conditioner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495609503517216498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TERTuflnjvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YC-q5RNtQwA/s320/DSCN1098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most important thing which we have the same answer is about our beloved Mama. She is one of the tough women who I meet. She has the courage to go out of her shell to work outside just to earn extra income for her family as her hubby cannot contribute much to the family. From a wife who always rely on her husband to a super women who has to take part of the burden to take care for the family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She told us that she did not know how to use a handphone including SMS etc, she learns it step by step. I really respect her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Besides, she had also told us that no teenagers who had worked here would close to her including all stuff except us. We could even sleep on the floor just to take photo, imagine can u find such an elder in a working place? She admitted me and Yang are like her sons, because we two are naughty. We have countless of fun time together.I recall back her joke which, Chinese + Indian = Chindian but Chinese + Baiyi=? Guess what it is? It is Cipai. We will never forget that! Moreover, Kak Sofea, Aunty Kathryn and Mama really treat us like their children. Again, recalling back my story when I failed to have bookings as required by superior, hence, I kept pressuring myself to do it yet I failed to do so. I was so depressed and told 3 of them I was a!@#$%^&amp;amp;*. To my shock and their action really touch my heart, they had told me that they would give me some bookings, I refused to accept it. Imagine you are giving your hard work RM60 to another person. They almost did it, here; you all can say they are pretending which you all might force me to accept it. However, I must insist that I can feel the kindness and generous from them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495610094486283666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TERUQ5Hn5ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/3-Jxs1lElm0/s320/DSC00032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I and Yang will never forget this company because this company as if is our second home which many people will not find it. Other than, we have done so many crazy things such as chatting at LRT station during night looking the view of that night and taking cold air and heart to heart talk, company plays part of the reasons of justifying me to stay for the job as long as 3 months. Why do I say so? Guys ask yourself, will a superior pressure you up or act as a replacement for you to be shot by the higher superior? Believe it or not either or both of these are still happening in my company. The heroin is our assistant manager, Nisha, she takes all the blame from the boss when we got wrong and will not blame on us and at the same time she has the burden of taking up the burden of taking care of her child who is always sick. The only exception is when she is really stress she will pour the tension to us, that’s all compared to other companies. Do you think you are able to stand double pressure at the same time? Although Maslow hierarchy states that money is the basic motivator yet those above have proved the theory wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, this blog is insufficient for me to blog all my feelings, I may have to type a second version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 482px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495611107341516802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TERVL2TIQAI/AAAAAAAAADg/UpyChTyd0_0/s320/DSC01670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The best of all the memory I have in the company is my bro, Yang. DO do die die; this blog will still have your name. I love your sound recording which u sent me that day in Pantai Hospital. I really appreciate it. I bet with many colleagues that u will cry during the last day, hence, I will try my best to make it as a reality. Finally I had made it. Anyhow, I end up with crying too at the last moment where I comfort u when u were still crying loud. OMG, till now I could not believe it. All the time, only 2 people can me cry, they are my parents or my girlfriend. You are the third. You really prove me wrong that the world still kind people just that I have never got such a chance. I will remember that forever. It is because of you I still believe in that. Now, I will take your job of taking care Fennie, Kathryn and Mama. Don’t worry; the company has restored its own original happy situation. Take care O.O bro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059033058752829366-4936381438313812185?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/4936381438313812185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2010/07/continued-version-of-my-2nd-best-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/4936381438313812185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/4936381438313812185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2010/07/continued-version-of-my-2nd-best-dude.html' title='continued version of my 2nd best dude'/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SblCbXB_iVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FkjpUwRJIMw/S220/black+mod.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TD3My8YeGYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fSGeFtIJt70/s72-c/DSC01680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059033058752829366.post-8986798755694594665</id><published>2010-06-21T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:39:57.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another best dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TB-HJi-6oWI/AAAAAAAAACI/7tabeic8M20/s1600/makan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485251469239820642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TB-HJi-6oWI/AAAAAAAAACI/7tabeic8M20/s320/makan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first time of donating blood to those who need it via blood donation campaign. I like it so much that I have addicted to it. What’s the "good" part is that I and a friend of mine with the name of Yang had to take bus from KL sentral to central market to take another LRT to Hang Tuah since there was a super breakdown in monorail system. That’s why Malaysia government should spend more to improve the transportation system to make our life ease. Another best part is that the rain was so heavy that we all got wet and a pair of my lovely white shoe which costs me about RM100 was seriously “injured”. Anyhow we still managed to reach Sg. Wang. And yet the nurse told us that our blood pressure systolic and dystolic were too high as if we had high blood pressure. OMG what is this!!! And then we took a rest of around 20 minutes and still my Blood pressure was high!!! Then, I just told her “would you do me a favor to allow me to pass through it?” and, Thank to her, she did it. On the other hand, for Yang he sailed through it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I slept beside Yang protecting him from super extra outstanding cooling air conditioner that time. Yang you are so good to have me as a friend. Anyhow despite of those small issues I am satisfied with this blood donation campaign as I have done a good deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point finally comes here, the reason I have uploaded this picture. Although it is just a simple chicken meat with rice cuisine yet the catching point is with the rice. The rice though looks simple but it has a nice smell of lavender. Of course I am not here to promote the cuisine here but to say a friend who just looks like this dish. Although he, Yang, looks normal, gold hair and flat face with pimples at my working place indeed I learn a lot from him especially on forgiveness. Honestly speaking I did feel he was arrogant at first as he did not speak to me, giving me sort of reason that I would not be here for more than 2 days and I was not matured enough to speak to him. However, all of these were my first impression at his eyes. Fortunately we have Mama, Fennie, Kak Sofea, Candice, Cindy, and CT they make the working environment fun like heaven. I am the one who increase the fun there and I and him can laugh more than 10 times in one day and each time can last more than 1 minute because of Mama. ( credit to Mama) Then, I have more families here and a close friend who is Yang as later we find out we have many similarities on issues through man to man talk. The most important part, the six sense of mine tells me he is a trustable person. He will tell everything from his heart withstanding peoples’ willingness of accepting it as long as it is a true fact. He will just tell you what is his opinion no matter how ugly the words can be which shows the genuine honesty. I am lacking this kind of spirit. I really respect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really find him damn so honest which really fits my requirement of my best friend although I only know him about 3 weeks. Later, I get chance to heart talk with him, surprise to me he is mature, unlike me a small boy, that he always think of families about not wasting their money, hence be thrifty always, and the way how he analyses many things differently from different perspective. I really wanna learn these from him. He won’t even back step people who have done bad to him provided it is not really that serious unlike me whoever touches my hair I will kill him or her provided there is no consent from me. However, he is a bit conservative as much as 0.1%. Hence, I describe him as normal rice carries with lavender smell. I thought there is no such person in this world anymore 0%. However, he proves me wrong. Therefore, sometimes I always remind that not all people will good to you as the world is full of tricks. Lastly, what is the last essence of his is that u can talk whatever you want with him damn fun, there is no limitation unlike certain people who have “special button” on certain issues. Sorry ah Darren forgive me here. The only 1 thing I don’t like is that why must he get more customers than me!!!!!!!! I am so desperate for customers’ deal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from my expectation which I think the working place is pretty full with politics, the fact proves me wrong. Since that day I have been working here I have another one best friend and more families. I am so happy to work here. The assistant manager and manager here treat me well too. It is unlike a formal company where the superior will usually kill u if u fail to achieve the target he or she sets. The boss there even has treated us a movie; and a trip to Genting later. This is a HEAVEN although the pay here is a little of low which I not concern about it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059033058752829366-8986798755694594665?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/8986798755694594665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-my-first-time-of-donating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/8986798755694594665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/8986798755694594665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-my-first-time-of-donating.html' title='Another best dude'/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SblCbXB_iVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FkjpUwRJIMw/S220/black+mod.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/TB-HJi-6oWI/AAAAAAAAACI/7tabeic8M20/s72-c/makan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059033058752829366.post-8397522687622796422</id><published>2010-01-28T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:30:42.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines's day coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/S2Gk6RKwEeI/AAAAAAAAACA/4NBYLv1Buqs/s1600-h/309-i_love_you_balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431803946533392866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/S2Gk6RKwEeI/AAAAAAAAACA/4NBYLv1Buqs/s320/309-i_love_you_balloon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What better day to profess and "enhance" your love other than Valentine’s Day. It's the most lovely and wondeful day around the world for couples, a reminder to acknowledge the one we love the most. Cherishing someone is important and making that person feels special is even more significant. For those who are single, valentine’s Day is the day that officially reminds you that it is time that you fall in love again or even get married for th ebest case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tips To Make Someone Feel Special On Valentine’s Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Do special things throughout the week and surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;2)Keep love notes or “I Love You” on post-its on all the places she goes around the house, car or work area.&lt;br /&gt;3)Take your loved one for lunch or plan a special outing together&lt;br /&gt;4)Buying something memorable.&lt;br /&gt;5)Going to the place where you first met and cherishing those happy memories together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May you and your love ones last till the end.&lt;/strong&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/6059033058752829366-8397522687622796422?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/8397522687622796422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentiness-day-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/8397522687622796422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/8397522687622796422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentiness-day-coming.html' title='Valentines&apos;s day coming'/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SblCbXB_iVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FkjpUwRJIMw/S220/black+mod.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/S2Gk6RKwEeI/AAAAAAAAACA/4NBYLv1Buqs/s72-c/309-i_love_you_balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059033058752829366.post-797584599041262565</id><published>2009-05-11T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:42:43.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>如果牵着的两只手累了，那就索性放了吧!</title><content type='html'>忽然 ， 我的写作灵感来了 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就把它在这里把它写出来让你们分享吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334564535453825698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SgguLmcfOqI/AAAAAAAAABo/ezBgiojj6eI/s320/Breaking%2520Up(Chinese)01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许多的事情，总是在经历过以后才会懂得。一如感情，痛过了，才会懂得适时的坚持与放弃，在得到与失去中我们慢慢地认识自己。学会放弃，让彼此都能有个更轻松的开始，遍体鳞伤的爱并不一定就刻骨铭心。这一程情深缘浅，走到今天，已经不容易，轻轻地抽出手，说声再见，真的很感谢，这一路上有你。曾说过爱你的，今天，仍是爱你。只是，爱你，却不能与你在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一份感情都很美，是不能拥有的遗憾让我们更感眷恋。感情是一份没有答案的问卷，苦苦的追寻并不能让生活更圆满。也许一点遗憾，一丝伤感，会让这份答卷更隽永，也更久远。收拾起心情，继续走吧，错过花，我将收获雨；错过他，我才遇到了“你”。继续走吧，终将收获自己的美丽 .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一样东西，就要学会欣赏它，珍惜它，使它更弥足珍贵。 喜欢一个人，就要让她快乐，让她幸福，使那份感情更诚挚。如果做不到，那还是放手吧，所以有时候，有些人，也要学会放弃，因为放弃也是一种美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337173939598685666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/ShFza6ZAdeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HfFxxEUTsu0/s320/love_relationship_large_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059033058752829366-797584599041262565?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/797584599041262565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/797584599041262565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/797584599041262565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='如果牵着的两只手累了，那就索性放了吧!'/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SblCbXB_iVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FkjpUwRJIMw/S220/black+mod.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SgguLmcfOqI/AAAAAAAAABo/ezBgiojj6eI/s72-c/Breaking%2520Up(Chinese)01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059033058752829366.post-1325585840466283641</id><published>2009-03-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:28:51.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little boy's tears</title><content type='html'>The touching feeling has not flooded over me for almost more than 5 years. In other words, I had not closed to tears until just now where I was watching “Marley and me”, what a touching story. I can’t believe that the story had brought me to tears. Thinking back to just now, my mum and me “flooded the whole house” when Marley looked more dead than alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I recalled where I had been burst into tears when my first pet, female Dacshunds where many people get used to call this kind of dog as hotdog was sick and eventually she died.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a bullmasstif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my eyes are still filled with tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059033058752829366-1325585840466283641?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/1325585840466283641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-boys-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/1325585840466283641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/1325585840466283641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-boys-tears.html' title='A little boy&apos;s tears'/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SblCbXB_iVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FkjpUwRJIMw/S220/black+mod.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059033058752829366.post-8601876213163509388</id><published>2009-03-14T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:06:19.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride always goes before a fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During last Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, I ate a tasty food, which I had never tasted it before for about 3 years, before I reached my home. So tasty. Guess what is that? Till now I still cannot forget how it dissolves in my mouth and of course its seductive smell (to u may be not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IT IS D24.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SbuVsXcM1CI/AAAAAAAAABg/3tdNPaK6lGk/s1600-h/1177204503_bf1c7c83fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313004774852711458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SbuVsXcM1CI/AAAAAAAAABg/3tdNPaK6lGk/s320/1177204503_bf1c7c83fd.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(This is another kind of durian i only know its chinese name: 毛山王)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(I have forgotten to take the picture of D24 as my hand were already dirty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;However, there is a price which I never expect for. It is severe &lt;strong&gt;sore throat&lt;/strong&gt; which I have to go through again and again. It will be good if there was no sore throat in this world. Now I am wondering whether or not to see a doctor as the sore throat is not a big illness. Haizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. mMy throat&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; starts to pain again, I better go to have a “leung sui”first. Cya guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So sorry to all the blog readers as my first blog is&lt;/span&gt; not a good thing to see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059033058752829366-8601876213163509388?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/8601876213163509388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2009/03/pride-always-goes-before-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/8601876213163509388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/8601876213163509388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2009/03/pride-always-goes-before-fall.html' title='Pride always goes before a fall'/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SblCbXB_iVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FkjpUwRJIMw/S220/black+mod.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SbuVsXcM1CI/AAAAAAAAABg/3tdNPaK6lGk/s72-c/1177204503_bf1c7c83fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059033058752829366.post-7787921902583549360</id><published>2009-03-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T04:24:56.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog will be completed soon .................under construction...........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;finally i hav my own blog here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sooner i will tell post up as many things as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;now i am juz testing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059033058752829366-7787921902583549360?l=joshwoeihann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/feeds/7787921902583549360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog-will-out-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/7787921902583549360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059033058752829366/posts/default/7787921902583549360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshwoeihann.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog-will-out-soon.html' title='My first blog will be completed soon .................under construction...........................'/><author><name>伟汉Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434324293512071034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awrd4PnqJT0/SblCbXB_iVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FkjpUwRJIMw/S220/black+mod.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
