<?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-13111842</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:09:17.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traveler's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-113164469029308129</id><published>2005-11-11T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:44:50.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Boys - Wouldn't It Be Nice</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't it be nice if we were older&lt;br /&gt;Then we wouldn't have to wait so long&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't it be nice to live together&lt;br /&gt;In the kind of world where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its gonna make it that much better&lt;br /&gt;When we can say goodnight and stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when the day is new&lt;br /&gt;And after having spent the day together&lt;br /&gt;Hold each other close the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy times together we've been spending&lt;br /&gt;I wish that every kiss was neverending&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;We could be married&lt;br /&gt;And then we'd be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it seems the more we talk about it&lt;br /&gt;It only makes it worse to live without it&lt;br /&gt;But lets talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night my baby&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight my baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-113164469029308129?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/113164469029308129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=113164469029308129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/113164469029308129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/113164469029308129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/11/beach-boys-wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='Beach Boys - Wouldn&apos;t It Be Nice'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-113164446328460085</id><published>2005-11-11T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:41:03.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Blunt - You're Beautiful</title><content type='html'>My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;F*cking high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-113164446328460085?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/113164446328460085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=113164446328460085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/113164446328460085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/113164446328460085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/11/james-blunt-youre-beautiful.html' title='James Blunt - You&apos;re Beautiful'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112999833357335024</id><published>2005-10-23T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:25:33.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat King Cole - Love</title><content type='html'>L is for the way you look at me &lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see &lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary &lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you &lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two &lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it &lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it &lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me &lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see &lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary &lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you &lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two &lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it &lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it &lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you &lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you &lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112999833357335024?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112999833357335024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112999833357335024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112999833357335024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112999833357335024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/10/nat-king-cole-love.html' title='Nat King Cole - Love'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112887273816847564</id><published>2005-10-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:45:38.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Powter - Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Where is the moment we needed the most &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey &lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low &lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line &lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday &lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the brink &lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong &lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know &lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong &lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like &lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112887273816847564?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112887273816847564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112887273816847564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112887273816847564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112887273816847564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/10/daniel-powter-bad-day.html' title='Daniel Powter - Bad Day'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112761141894047609</id><published>2005-09-25T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:35:20.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Idol 2</title><content type='html'>I've never watched Malaysian Idol 2. Wasn't aware who were the finalists till last weekend, when they performed at Sunway Pyramid main entrance. Seeing Daniel performing for the first time, I would say that he can't sing. But anyhow, he turned out to be the winner. Are you people deaf or what?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112761141894047609?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112761141894047609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112761141894047609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112761141894047609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112761141894047609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/09/malaysian-idol-2.html' title='Malaysian Idol 2'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112736344203961817</id><published>2005-09-22T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:30:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar: INXS</title><content type='html'>Heard over the radio yesterday morning. J.D. is the new INXS member.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112736344203961817?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112736344203961817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112736344203961817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112736344203961817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112736344203961817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/09/rockstar-inxs.html' title='Rockstar: INXS'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112528480096965902</id><published>2005-08-29T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:12:01.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my fav. photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/PA110059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/PA110059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing above the limelight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IMG_1883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IMG_1883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dataran Gemilang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112528480096965902?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112528480096965902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112528480096965902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112528480096965902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112528480096965902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-of-my-fav-photos.html' title='Some of my fav. photos'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112490481963915431</id><published>2005-08-25T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:52:44.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>By Kenny Nolan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Cause dreamin' can make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes and feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;When the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding you so tight&lt;br /&gt;Got you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And it's paradise 'til the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see us on the shore beneath the bright sunshine&lt;br /&gt;We've walked along St Thomas beach a million times&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, two barefoot lovers kissin' in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Side by side, the tide rolls in&lt;br /&gt;I'm touching you, you're touching me&lt;br /&gt;If only it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Cause dreamin' can make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes and feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;When the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding you so tight&lt;br /&gt;Got you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And it's paradise 'til the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through each dream how our love has grown&lt;br /&gt;I see us with our children and our happy home&lt;br /&gt;Little smiles, so warm and tender looking up at us&lt;br /&gt;Blessed by love, the world we share&lt;br /&gt;Until I wake and reach for you&lt;br /&gt;And you're just not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Cause dreaming can make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I like holding you close and touching your skin&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream baby, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my sweet dream baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep me waitin' all my life, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream baby, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sweet dream baby&lt;br /&gt;You're in my dreams every night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112490481963915431?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112490481963915431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112490481963915431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112490481963915431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112490481963915431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-like-dreamin.html' title='I Like Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112481555917375509</id><published>2005-08-24T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:46:57.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a friendship that turned sour...</title><content type='html'>How can this song reminds you of us? Get over it and puh-leez... life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Simple Plan - Untitled&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember why&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112481555917375509?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112481555917375509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112481555917375509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112481555917375509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112481555917375509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-friendship-that-turned-sour.html' title='For a friendship that turned sour...'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112511967384592275</id><published>2005-08-23T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:57:24.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sausages</title><content type='html'>Yin, I still haven't changed my mind on the sausages. Just cook 'em for me, will ya? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112511967384592275?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112511967384592275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112511967384592275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112511967384592275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112511967384592275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/08/sausages.html' title='Sausages'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112438215142597257</id><published>2005-08-19T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:22:31.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it wasn't for my health...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5030188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5030188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112438215142597257?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112438215142597257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112438215142597257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112438215142597257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112438215142597257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-it-wasnt-for-my-health.html' title='If it wasn&apos;t for my health...'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112437937239296620</id><published>2005-08-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:57:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zodiac - Gemini Woman</title><content type='html'>Someone forwarded this to me. Talk about bad English (I've amended some of the mistakes) and... it's full of crap. It makes a Gemini (like me) look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good looking woman with brains, a very interesting person. She has a fast movement and she could not sit or stand still long. She is able to do many things at the same time and do it fast. If you date her, you will feel like dating many women at the same time. You can not tie her down with the word "Love" because she cares about love but is it not a major factor of her life. You have to be able to adjust yourself to get along with her many different characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a dreamer and has many dreams. She is eager to learn something new all the time. Even she is the 2 in 1 mixed character type, she is quite lucky in love. You have to put all your efforts to win her affection. Even when she likes you and wonder about your wit, she will also see and inspect your bad side at the same time, because it is her nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is able to keep all kinds of mixed emotions without annoying you or letting you know at all. She can cheer you up by acting like a free little bird. Her conversation will not bore you. She is able to talk to you in any subject. She can make you feel like you are the luckiest man alive. She can make you feel like she needs all your care, but once she needs to stand alone, she can stand alone firmly an comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be your best buddy and talk to you about anything. She can join all your activities with the same energy that you have. She is a quick wit person and learn new things very fast. She can see your projects and she can give you good advice. If she thinks you are not sure that you want her for yourself, she will act like your best friend only, a cool woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can easily make a guy fall in love with her. Her multiple changes and many moods is a "Charm" for many men. She can be laughing for 2 minutes and later suddenly quiet. She wants to find only 1 true love and she wants to meet her dream guy. She expects a lot and nearly too much. She is constantly waiting for her knight in shining armor even she is with a steady boy friend. She can fall in love or be fond of someone else while she is with you. If you break up with her, she will forget you quite fast, because change is in her nature. The Gemini woman breaks more heart than any women in other Zodiac. Because she is a dreamer and always waiting for her knight in shining armor, her love life can be complex or a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hates to write long letters, so if you write her a letter and expect a prompt reply, forget it. Because she has a multiple personality and multiple ideas, she hates to put them down in written proof. She knows what she belief today can be different tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could communication in more than 1 languages , a real gifted linguistic. If she wants to tell you any bad comments, she won't say it straight away, but she will talk to you about many other things and accidentally come to that subject without offending you. Normally she will not lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will work hard and once in a while take a long rest. She can get bored and tired with her own surrounding more than at work. She never feels contented with her present work, money, or reputations, she will drive to have more. Don't ask her what her ultimate contentment is, for she will not have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get to know her, she will be a supportive person and always be beside you. She has a beautiful dream and she loves to have someone to walk side by side with her, together and equally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112437937239296620?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112437937239296620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112437937239296620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112437937239296620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112437937239296620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/08/zodiac-gemini-woman.html' title='Zodiac - Gemini Woman'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112421477366336352</id><published>2005-08-17T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T02:03:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz: Get To Know Yourself Better</title><content type='html'>Came across this site: &lt;a href="http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt; and these are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112421477366336352?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112421477366336352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112421477366336352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112421477366336352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112421477366336352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiz-get-to-know-yourself-better.html' title='Quiz: Get To Know Yourself Better'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112420988679891666</id><published>2005-08-17T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:17:43.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fistula</title><content type='html'>I saw the documentary on this topic many months ago on Oprah which gave me a big impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I've decided to include this topic in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is obstetric fistula?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.endfistula.org" target="_blank"&gt;Obstetric fistula&lt;/a&gt; is an injury of childbearing that has been relatively neglected, despite the devastating impact it has on the lives of girls and women. It is usually caused by several days of obstructed labour, without timely medical intervention — typically a Caesarean section to relieve the pressure. The consequences of fistula are life shattering: The baby usually dies, and the woman is left with chronic incontinence. Because of her inability to control her flow of urine or faeces, she is often abandoned or neglected by her husband and family and ostracized by her community. Without treatment, her prospects for work and family life are greatly diminished, and she is often left to rely on charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does fistula occur?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unattended obstructed labour can last for up to six or seven days, although the foetus usually dies after two or three days. During the prolonged labour, the soft tissues of the pelvis are compressed between the descending baby's head and the mother's pelvic bone. The lack of blood flow causes tissue to die, creating a hole between the mother's vagina and bladder (known as a vesicovaginal fistula), or between the vagina and rectum (causing a rectovaginal fistula) or both. The result is a leaking of urine or faeces or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="q4" name="q4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does it occur?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fistula occurs when emergency obstetric care is not available to women who develop complications during childbirth. This is why women living in remote rural areas with little access to medical care are at risk. Before the medical advances of the 20th Century, fistula was quite common in Europe and the United States. Today, fistula is almost unheard of in high-income countries, or in countries where obstetric care is widely available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty, malnutrition, poor health services, early marriage and gender discrimination are interlinked root causes of obstetric fistula. Poverty is the main social risk factor because it is associated with early marriage and malnutrition and because poverty reduces a woman's chances of getting timely obstetric care. Because of their low status in many communities, women often lack the power to choose when to start bearing children or where to give birth. Childbearing before the pelvis is fully developed, as well as malnutrition, small stature and general poor health, are contributing physiological factors to obstructed labour. Older women who have delivered many children are at risk as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112420988679891666?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112420988679891666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112420988679891666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112420988679891666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112420988679891666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/08/fistula.html' title='Fistula'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112420130077773378</id><published>2005-08-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:23:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Louis...</title><content type='html'>As requested, I'm publishing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What I Want In A Guy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Respect each other's opinions &amp;amp; decisions.&lt;br /&gt;~ Thoughtfulness - Someone who's going to every now and then think of me and do a lil' something for me.&lt;br /&gt;~ Maturity - Responsible for one's own action, making the "right" decision, even if it isn't the most liked decision, and standing up to one's belief.&lt;br /&gt;~ Honesty - The truth can hurt, but lies can kill. It's better to be hurt, than to have my trust and respect for someone killed because of a lie.&lt;br /&gt;~ Passionate about love, friendship, life...&lt;br /&gt;~ Friendship - Friends look out for each other. Friends are there for you when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;~ Partnership - It requires all parties involved in the relationship to work together as partners.&lt;br /&gt;~ Faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;~ Versatility - Ability to adapt to new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112420130077773378?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112420130077773378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112420130077773378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112420130077773378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112420130077773378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-louis.html' title='For Louis...'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112419597253493479</id><published>2005-06-12T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:12:39.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotlink Promo Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P6110134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P6110134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upclose with Jason Lo. Can even see how sweaty he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P6120139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P6120139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cute guy from Gerhana Ska Cinta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112419597253493479?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112419597253493479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112419597253493479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112419597253493479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112419597253493479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/06/hotlink-promo-tour.html' title='Hotlink Promo Tour'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111690483445642472</id><published>2005-05-24T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T11:20:34.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do talented employees leave companies?</title><content type='html'>A friend forwarded this to me about a week ago. Like the phrase "workers are not fixed assets, they are free agents".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largest studies undertaken by the Gallup Organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year, Arun, an old friend who is a senior software designer, got an offer from a prestigious international firm to work in its India operations developing specialized software. He was thrilled by the offer. He had heard a lot about the CEO of this company, a charismatic man often quoted in the business press for his visionary attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salary was great. The company had all the right systems in place employee-friendly human resources (HR) policies, a spanking new office, the very best technology, even a canteen that served superb food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice Arun was sent abroad for training. "My learning curve is the sharpest it's ever been," he said soon after he joined. "It's a real high working with such cutting edge technology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, less than eight months after he joined, Arun walked out of the job. He has no other offer in hand but he said he couldn't take it anymore. Nor, apparently, could several other people in his department who have also quit recently. The CEO is distressed about the high employee turnover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's distressed about the money he's spent in training them. He's distressed because he can't figure out what happened. Why did this talented employee leave despite a top salary? Arun quit for the same reason that drives many good people away. The answer lies in one of the largest studies undertaken by the Gallup Organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study surveyed over a million employees and 80,000 managers and was published in a book called First Break All The Rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came up with this surprising finding: If you're losing good people, look to their immediate supervisor. More than any other single reason, he is the reason people stay and thrive in an organization. And he's the reason why they quit, taking their knowledge, experience and contacts with them. Often, straight to the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People leave managers not companies," write the authors Marcus Buckingham and Curt Coffman. "So much money has been thrown at the challenge of keeping good people - in the form of better pay, better perks and better training - when, in the end, turnover is mostly a manager issue." If you have a turnover problem, look first to your managers. Are they driving people away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a point, an employee's primary need has less to do with money, and more to do with how he's treated and how valued he feels. Much of this depends directly on the immediate manager. And yet, bad bosses seem to happen to good people everywhere. A Fortune magazine survey some years ago found that nearly 75 per cent of employees have suffered at the hands of difficult superiors. You can leave one job to find - you guessed it, another wolf in a pin-stripe suit in the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the workplace stressors, a bad boss is possibly the worst, directly impacting the emotional health and productivity of employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some all-too common tales from the battlefield:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dev, an engineer, still shudders as he recalls the almost daily firings his boss subjected him to, usually in front of his subordinates. His boss emasculated him with personal, insulting remarks. In the face of such rage, Dev completely lost the courage to speak up. But when he reached home depressed, he poured himself a few drinks, and magically, became as abusive as the boss himself. Only, it would come out on his wife and children. Not only was his work life in the doldrums, his marriage began cracking up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another employee Rajat recalls the Chinese torture his boss put him through after a minor disagreement. He cut him off completely. He bypassed him in any decision that needed to be taken. "He stopped sending me any papers or files," says Rajat. "It was humiliating sitting at an empty table. I knew nothing and no one told me anything." Unable to bear this corporate Siberia, he finally quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR experts say that of all the abuses, employees find public humiliation the most intolerable. The first time, an employee may not leave, but a thought has been planted. The second time, that thought gets strengthened. The third time, he starts looking for another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people cannot retort openly in anger, they do so by passive aggression. By digging their heels in and slowing down. By doing only what they are told to do and no more. By omitting to give the boss crucial information. Dev says: "If you work for a j erk, you basically want to get him into trouble. You don't have your heart and soul in the job." Different managers can stress out employees in different ways - by being too controlling, too suspicious, too pushy, too critical, too nit-picky. But they forget that workers are not fixed assets, they are free agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this goes on too long, an employee will quit - often over seemingly trivial issue. It isn't the 100th blow that knocks a good man down. It's the 99 that went before. And while it's true that people leave jobs for all kinds of reasons - for better opportunities or for circumstantial reasons, many who leave would have stayed - had it not been for one man constantly telling them, as Arun's boss did: "You are dispensable. I can find dozens like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it seems like there are plenty of other fish especially in today's waters, consider for a moment the cost of losing a talented employee. There's the cost of finding a replacement. The cost of training the replacement. The cost of not having someone to do the job in the meantime. The loss of clients and contacts the person had with the industry. The loss of morale in co-workers. The loss of trade secrets this person may now share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, of course, the loss of the company's reputation. Every person who leaves a corporation then becomes its ambassador, for better or for worse. We all know of large IT companies that people would love to join and large television companies few want to go near. In both cases, former employees have left to tell their tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any company trying to compete must figure out a way to engage the mind of every employee," Jack Welch of GE once said. Much of a company's value lies "between the ears of its employees". If it's bleeding talent, it's bleeding value. Unfortunately, many senior executives busy travelling the world, signing new deals and developing a vision for the company, have little idea of what may be going on at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That deep within an organization that otherwise does all the right things, one man could be driving its best people away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111690483445642472?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111690483445642472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111690483445642472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111690483445642472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111690483445642472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-do-talented-employees-leave.html' title='Why do talented employees leave companies?'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686417646488786</id><published>2005-05-22T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:28:09.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumari, The Living Goddess</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through the TV channels and a documentary on "Ripley's Believe It or Not" caught my eye. The documentary was about "Kumari".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/kumari.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/kumari.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumari Devi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Kumari is always a girl of the Sakya caste. She is a Buddhist, but is worshipped as both a Hindu and a Buddhist goddess. The girl is examined for the "32 perfections of a goddess," and must have perfect health, with no serious illnesses, unblemished skin, black hair and eyes, no bad body smells, be premenstrual, and have lost no tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful girl, who must always wear red, her hair in a topknot and a painted third eye, lives a strange and paradoxical life. From her investiture as a small child until puberty, she has no name and lives in isolation. She commands more power among her people than almost any living person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of former Royal Kumaris, some of whom have held the position up until the age of thirteen and even sixteen. When one is declared unfit as Kumari, she immediately ceases to be regarded as a goddess, goes through a final puja, and hands back her jewels and red garb. The spirit of the goddess is said to have vacated her body. She now returns to her family, but probably never to normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few marry, for Kathmandu suitors are not overly keen to wed an ex-Kumari. The girls are believed to retain some of their divine power, and the idea of marrying a woman in whom the demon-slaying, blood-drinking Durga once dwelt is a daunting prospect. Superstition has it that this power can even be fatal to a husband. Even those who do not credit the girl with supernatural powers point out that a girl who for years has been the object of male veneration and fear, and has had every whim satisfied, must have difficulties in adapting to the new role of a humble wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686417646488786?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686417646488786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686417646488786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686417646488786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686417646488786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/05/kumari-living-goddess.html' title='Kumari, The Living Goddess'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112420506889046564</id><published>2005-05-10T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:35:47.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/room%20view_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/room%20view_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty good view from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5090099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5090099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I've found in the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5090096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5090096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a rubber duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5080060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5080060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Merlion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5090083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5090083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobster... It's only the shell that makes it look big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5080018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5080018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sentosa. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5080029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5080029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a "thing" with peacocks. Can never resist taking their photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P5080007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P5080007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Deb for making my trip to Singapore so memorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112420506889046564?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112420506889046564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112420506889046564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112420506889046564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112420506889046564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/05/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112419795444909839</id><published>2005-05-06T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:02:49.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wealthiest man in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5020046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5020046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logo caught my attention as it looks exactly like Guardian's. A friend who is working with Guardian, Singapore said that the name's changed coz Mannings belongs to Mr. Li Ka-Shing (only in Hong Kong &amp; Macau).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5030141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5030141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was informed that this is his boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P5030221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P5030221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's him standing outside the wax museum. Oh, he's the one of the left. The guy on the right would be Mr. Charlie Chaplin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112419795444909839?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112419795444909839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112419795444909839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112419795444909839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112419795444909839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/05/wealthiest-man-in-hong-kong.html' title='The wealthiest man in Hong Kong'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112419929093339016</id><published>2005-05-06T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:50:34.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5040302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5040302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Macau Ferry Terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5040315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5040315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's known as the City Goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5040378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5040378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city is pretty modern these days. Look at the highrise buildings &amp;amp; billboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5040349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5040349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruins of St. Paul's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P5040381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P5040381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand's Casino, currently the biggest casino in Macau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112419929093339016?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112419929093339016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112419929093339016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112419929093339016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112419929093339016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/05/macau.html' title='Macau'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-112419687539145086</id><published>2005-05-06T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:04:46.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/nite%20view_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/nite%20view_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/day%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/day%20view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from The Peak. Not a good sight, as it was a gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5020044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5020044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabs in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5050414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5050414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street of Hong Kong by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/1600/P5020053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4272/700/320/P5020053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street of Hong Kong by night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P5050422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P5050422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong International Airport&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-112419687539145086?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/112419687539145086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=112419687539145086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112419687539145086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/112419687539145086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/05/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686771462146928</id><published>2005-04-10T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:42:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tab water?</title><content type='html'>A friend's mum bought this water bottle from SMDJ fun fair. I refused to throw the bottle away. Just read what's written on the packaging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P4100023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P4100023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P4100024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P4100024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tab water... Excellent for drinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so "excellent" about tap water?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686771462146928?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686771462146928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686771462146928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686771462146928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686771462146928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/04/tab-water.html' title='Tab water?'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686833111197012</id><published>2005-02-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T01:16:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine basket</title><content type='html'>Bought this for my boss today, to be given as a CNY gift to his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P2160202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P2160202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686833111197012?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686833111197012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686833111197012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686833111197012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686833111197012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/02/wine-basket.html' title='Wine basket'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686952041813946</id><published>2005-01-21T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T01:33:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Ketam</title><content type='html'>Celebrating Yei Voon's birthday (belated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P1210183.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P1210183.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686952041813946?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686952041813946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686952041813946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686952041813946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686952041813946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/01/pulau-ketam.html' title='Pulau Ketam'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686578691738524</id><published>2005-01-19T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:51:33.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn Kancil driver</title><content type='html'>Met with an accident on my way home from work today. A Kancil suddenly came out of nowhere and into my lane. I braked hard, but since it had just rained, my car skidded and knocked on to the Kancil. A lil' bit dented on the front left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell to the driver's sis (who's the car owner), who claimed that she has never banged anything before. Have a look at the front right. It's dented too. Duh... And the hell to the driver, who demanded for some "duit raya", since it is the eve of Hari Raya Haji. Wasn't my fault but I've to pay for the damage? So "kampung"-lah these people... Finally, my dad paid RM100 to keep the pakcik quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P1190169.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P1190169.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soft shell" Kancil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P1190168.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P1190168.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dent on front right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686578691738524?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686578691738524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686578691738524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686578691738524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686578691738524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/01/darn-kancil-driver.html' title='Darn Kancil driver'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686988792282412</id><published>2005-01-02T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T01:47:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungai Gabai</title><content type='html'>My first trip in this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Subah's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P10201071.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P10201071.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686988792282412?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686988792282412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686988792282412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686988792282412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686988792282412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2005/01/sungai-gabai.html' title='Sungai Gabai'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686971582616451</id><published>2004-12-12T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T01:36:21.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forest Research Institute of Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/PC120006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/PC120006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686971582616451?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686971582616451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686971582616451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686971582616451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686971582616451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/12/forest-research-institute-of-malaysia.html' title='Forest Research Institute of Malaysia'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686884809341675</id><published>2004-11-17T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T01:28:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first kayak experience</title><content type='html'>Today's supposed to be a working day. Called in sick early in the morning but boss didn't buy it. Wanted me in the office ASAP. But I couldn't care less. Changed into my shorts &amp; walked towards the Straits of Malacca. What a good day for kayaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/PB1704501.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/PB1704501.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686884809341675?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686884809341675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686884809341675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686884809341675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686884809341675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-first-kayak-experience.html' title='My first kayak experience'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686737117369810</id><published>2004-06-04T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:59:53.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Carretas Restaurant &amp; Bar</title><content type='html'>Dear Sam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the ice cream + brownie ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/P6030002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/P6030002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686737117369810?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686737117369810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686737117369810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686737117369810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686737117369810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/06/las-carretas-restaurant-bar.html' title='Las Carretas Restaurant &amp; Bar'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686295643641031</id><published>2004-05-31T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:23:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beautiful Alexandria</title><content type='html'>The trip to Alexandria was a totally different experience (from Cairo). The beautiful scenery &amp; food... certainly made my trip complete. Oh, so did the belly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/cairo039.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/cairo039.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686295643641031?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686295643641031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686295643641031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686295643641031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686295643641031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/05/beautiful-alexandria.html' title='The beautiful Alexandria'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686374092567979</id><published>2004-05-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:23:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly dancing</title><content type='html'>I was wondering, "If she was to dance every night to the crowd, why doesn't she have a slim figure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said, "Probably it's their diet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/Picture%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/Picture%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly dancer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686374092567979?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686374092567979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686374092567979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686374092567979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686374092567979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/05/belly-dancing.html' title='Belly dancing'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686264841088480</id><published>2004-05-31T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:52:20.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camel ride</title><content type='html'>Couldn't resist the camel ride. Pretty bumpy, but it was a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/cairo0151.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/cairo0151.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yati &amp; me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686264841088480?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686264841088480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686264841088480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686264841088480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686264841088480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/05/camel-ride.html' title='Camel ride'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686093280639096</id><published>2004-05-31T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:52:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IM000023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IM000023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid &amp; The Sphinx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686093280639096?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686093280639096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686093280639096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686093280639096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686093280639096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/05/giza.html' title='Giza'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686303580127134</id><published>2004-05-31T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:52:53.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cairo, Egypt</title><content type='html'>Less than 3 months after returning from UK, I decided to go for another vacation. I chose Cairo, Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IM000004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IM000004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buildings are all basically brown in color&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686303580127134?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686303580127134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686303580127134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686303580127134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686303580127134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/05/cairo-egypt.html' title='Cairo, Egypt'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111686053831084297</id><published>2004-02-22T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:02:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Town with Dilla</title><content type='html'>After meeting up with Zairi, we waited for Dilla to arrive. This was also taken at China Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IM000036.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IM000036.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilla &amp; me - 15 February 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111686053831084297?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111686053831084297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111686053831084297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686053831084297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111686053831084297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/02/china-town-with-dilla.html' title='China Town with Dilla'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111685998188318329</id><published>2004-02-22T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:04:57.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Town, London with Zairi</title><content type='html'>Before I left for UK, I'd informed Zairi, my final-year project group member (from Uniten) to arrange for a meet up in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IM000038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IM000038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zairi &amp;amp; me - 15 February 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111685998188318329?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111685998188318329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111685998188318329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685998188318329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685998188318329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/02/china-town-london-with-zairi.html' title='China Town, London with Zairi'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111685977780598103</id><published>2004-02-22T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:04:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IM000034.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IM000034.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 February 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111685977780598103?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111685977780598103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111685977780598103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685977780598103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685977780598103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/02/salvation-army.html' title='Salvation Army'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111685904860105891</id><published>2004-02-22T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:04:26.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>After a week in Newcastle (which was pretty boring), I flew to London to spend a week with my uncle. This photo was taken outside Buckingham Palace before "Changing of the Guard" started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IM000030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IM000030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 February 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111685904860105891?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111685904860105891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111685904860105891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685904860105891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685904860105891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/02/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111685839094173015</id><published>2004-02-22T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:03:59.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrap metal or monument?</title><content type='html'>I saw this piece of "art" by the Tyne River. Not sure what it represents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IM000010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IM000010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 February 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111685839094173015?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111685839094173015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111685839094173015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685839094173015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685839094173015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/02/scrap-metal-or-monument.html' title='Scrap metal or monument?'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111685783907281309</id><published>2004-02-22T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:03:27.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gateshead Millennium Bridge, Newcastle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IM0000031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IM0000031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gateshead Millennium Bridge - 8 February 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111685783907281309?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111685783907281309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111685783907281309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685783907281309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685783907281309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/02/gateshead-millennium-bridge-newcastle.html' title='Gateshead Millennium Bridge, Newcastle'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111842.post-111685707307852912</id><published>2004-02-22T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:03:05.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyne River, Newcastle-upon-Tyne</title><content type='html'>Newcastle-upon-Tyne, commonly known as Newcastle, is a county of Tyne and Wear in North East England. I was in Newcastle for a week back in February. I was booked in to the Copthorne Newcastle Hotel, which is located just at the Quayside of the Tyne River. This photo shows the view of the Tyne River on a winter afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/640/IM0000061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/2635/320/IM0000061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyne River - 8 February 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111842-111685707307852912?l=independent-traveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/feeds/111685707307852912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111842&amp;postID=111685707307852912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685707307852912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111842/posts/default/111685707307852912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://independent-traveler.blogspot.com/2004/02/tyne-river-newcastle-upon-tyne.html' title='Tyne River, Newcastle-upon-Tyne'/><author><name>Ms. Independent Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09787450976168138431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
