<?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-5013603985152772812</id><updated>2012-02-11T11:02:53.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013603985152772812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>im Athung.. Dont wear it out..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPh5SyG0BAo/SoWbZRrDb1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RUHvexBp6tQ/S220/When+I+feel+blue_+(61).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013603985152772812.post-2664307960358179589</id><published>2012-02-11T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T11:02:53.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is *looks at the clock* 15 minutes to 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept around 2230PM just now. When I was partially woke up, I texted Dude asking if he's back from his trip form Klang yet. He was on a trip since this evening, so my cellphone was a bit lonely without his messages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long after that, almost immediately after I heard that "beep" sound , indicating the message was sent, his caller ID appeared . With groggy voice and incoherent words I said hi. Apparently he just came back to hostel. He must be tired. I assumed he ate during his trip but he didn't. So currently he is eating instant noodles to fill his hunger. Kesian kesian. Lumrah hidup student makan instant tengah2 pagi kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after he bathed and all , *i went back to sleep* , he called again . Which totally woke me up in a fresh mood. Shocked *in a funny, laughing kind of way* he said "go back to sleep! tido2" haha. But I can't. So I went here to talk about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Rysa and I had purposely went to KLCC to eat. Bored of the same old menu we had here in hostel, we went out. We even wasted around an hour looking for a good place to eat in KL. Apparently we settled on Grand Millenium's Lunch buffet as we saw the price was only around RM50. However, after thorough investigation, we found out that the non-promotional price was around RM90 per head. BUT BUT BUT , they got some seriously delicious crabs, prawns, and all those seafood. After watching Running Man Ep76, which was filled with mouth watering seafood delicacy, I couldn't help craving for it. HAHA. Food is love, I love to eat. And I am gaining weight with all those expensive food . *in places I dont want it to go apparently* . But always be thankful . At least I am not under weight on BMI account. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need some film for my wide angle superheadz camera. I wanted to test it out so badly. Not that I havent . But I haven't develope the first roll . It is kept inside my drawer BACK IN KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on our way back from KLCC . We bought some fruits to soothe our craving to munch. I bought this Japanese Cucumber which I totally missed at only RM1.50. OK. Its expensive because it was only 6 long, bulky slices of cucumber. It was so crunchy and watery , it's worth every dime. cent. we don't use dime in Malaysia. I don't know how did kids this days always say 1 buck, 1 dollar. My head instantly interpreted it as RM3 . Depending on the current rates of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow~ I typed a lot today . Guess I'm in hyper mood. That sour cola gummies must have gotten to me. shouldn't have eaten that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you guys who haven't slept yet.&amp;nbsp; Good Morning.&lt;br /&gt;For those who have, Bonne Nuit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013603985152772812-2664307960358179589?l=thesecretstalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2664307960358179589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-is-looks-at-clock-15-minutes-to-3am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013603985152772812/posts/default/2664307960358179589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013603985152772812/posts/default/2664307960358179589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-is-looks-at-clock-15-minutes-to-3am.html' title=''/><author><name>im Athung.. Dont wear it out..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPh5SyG0BAo/SoWbZRrDb1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RUHvexBp6tQ/S220/When+I+feel+blue_+(61).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013603985152772812.post-2657334900125393988</id><published>2012-02-09T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T10:40:41.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEZrPJ0OyP4/Tzat5jVKFpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/YGKo2tvBhnk/s1600/Picture0042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEZrPJ0OyP4/Tzat5jVKFpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/YGKo2tvBhnk/s200/Picture0042.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ignore my sad face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that?&amp;nbsp; I cut 3 of my fingers in just one day because of a curler. You know that type of curler made of light aluminum?Let me just show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNkyihxWX-E/TzauyP_VCRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/r4fb-5oB4tQ/s1600/Picture0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNkyihxWX-E/TzauyP_VCRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/r4fb-5oB4tQ/s200/Picture0043.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT THING IS RAZOR SHARP!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNkyihxWX-E/TzauyP_VCRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/r4fb-5oB4tQ/s1600/Picture0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So i ended up with 3 plastered fingers because the cover for that was also ripped by the sharpness of the iron/alum?? I think I want to buy some felt and reconstruct that thing. hurm.. Daiso la juga pilihan di hati . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm . Hurm . As always my life is nothing but same boring old routine. Wake up in the morning, go class, have a lunch. Then head back to sleep or do other meaningless things like watching anime. I have stumbled upon an anime called &lt;i&gt;"Ano Hi Mita Hana no Namae o Bokutachi wa Mada Shiranai"&lt;/i&gt; . Translation? &lt;u&gt;"We still don't know the name of that flower from that day"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest I wasn't expecting anything much from this anime when I first saw it. Here is my version of the synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMRr-TEVoJ8/Tza1WT6x3cI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uRUYErJd8Fs/s1600/blog5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMRr-TEVoJ8/Tza1WT6x3cI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uRUYErJd8Fs/s320/blog5.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My screen capture =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Containing 11 tear-filled episodes. Its a story about friendship between a group of teenagers who drifted away after one of their close friend Menma died. One summer, Menma has appeared in front of Jintan and asked him to fulfill her wish. As no one else can see her, Jintan now have to fulfilled Menma's wish in order for her to move on from this life. But the problem is, she couldn't remember what her wish was. In their journey to fulfill the wish, somehow the drifted gang was back together again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning to the soft hearted! This short series is quite moving and tearful. Just ready your tissues! The ending was totally awesome to watch . Aah~ I love it. I'll place it in with CLAMP's series list . Must watch anime! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it from me today. Till then . Adieu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013603985152772812-2657334900125393988?l=thesecretstalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2657334900125393988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/2012/02/ignore-my-sad-face-see-that-i-cut-3-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013603985152772812/posts/default/2657334900125393988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013603985152772812/posts/default/2657334900125393988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/2012/02/ignore-my-sad-face-see-that-i-cut-3-of.html' title=''/><author><name>im Athung.. Dont wear it out..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPh5SyG0BAo/SoWbZRrDb1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RUHvexBp6tQ/S220/When+I+feel+blue_+(61).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEZrPJ0OyP4/Tzat5jVKFpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/YGKo2tvBhnk/s72-c/Picture0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013603985152772812.post-4618570614373964226</id><published>2012-02-08T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T09:41:04.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cut my hair &lt;i&gt;again &lt;/i&gt;today. Same cut. Trimmed it up a little. I now can see the world again without my bangs get in the way. lol. Went out with rysa and chua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLSdXEqgrCM/TzKizg16FjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WLdszMV6Mtk/s320/Picture0010.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;smile smile =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;but&amp;nbsp; truth is . I don't feel that good today. Either it's this fever feeling creeping up or some kind of bitterness I didn't work out. I have always like, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; , being adored by others. Problem I could never get over. &lt;u&gt;For the first time, I am admitting that I love adoration&lt;/u&gt; . I guess it all started when I terasa someone just totally ignored me. *Brushed it aside* . Then it crept back up again when I didn't receive compliments from the hairdresser I went to. Damn. I changed my shampoo. I used serum . I used all sort of hair products to make it shiny and silky. But it was still frizzy and all. Oh well, the au natural girl next to me received a LOT of compliments from the Pro hairdresser. But its just because he wants her to buy his products. *brush off all those envious thoughts from my head, its a sin.*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't like being so .. into myself. Its like a sin, it is a sin no?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;But we do need to love ourselves before we love others. If not all people will be hearing from you are endless complains on how you hate how you look. How you would rather be this than that.But then isn't that is what I'm doing here???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;See what just happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;OVERthink&lt;/b&gt; things. true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByPTl4-h99c/TzKigF-RL4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7uO4tae60lQ/s1600/Picture0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByPTl4-h99c/TzKigF-RL4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7uO4tae60lQ/s320/Picture0027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fatigue&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;But one sweet thing happened today. When I met dude this afternoon. He was telling me his micro-P project has finally worked and he is going out with his friends to Seoul Garden to have buffet.. He looked so happy. I wanted to follow but the car was fully loaded with DDB boys. So I asked if I could meet him later evening. Then he hold my cheek and said he got class at 4pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;OKAYYY ~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing much really happened. However, that hold cheek thing was like a scene of a movie. I like it when something happened and I turned it into a movie bits in my head. Yeah , I like to imagine stuff in my head. SO WHAT? I'm creative that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's nearing 2AM. well, need to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;bonne nuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013603985152772812-4618570614373964226?l=thesecretstalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4618570614373964226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/2012/02/cut-my-hair-again-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013603985152772812/posts/default/4618570614373964226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013603985152772812/posts/default/4618570614373964226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/2012/02/cut-my-hair-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>im Athung.. Dont wear it out..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPh5SyG0BAo/SoWbZRrDb1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RUHvexBp6tQ/S220/When+I+feel+blue_+(61).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLSdXEqgrCM/TzKizg16FjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WLdszMV6Mtk/s72-c/Picture0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013603985152772812.post-8269886861108457165</id><published>2012-01-30T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:02:08.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me start this blog by saying this. I AM BORED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013603985152772812-8269886861108457165?l=thesecretstalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8269886861108457165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-me-start-this-blog-by-saying-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013603985152772812/posts/default/8269886861108457165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013603985152772812/posts/default/8269886861108457165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretstalker.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-me-start-this-blog-by-saying-this.html' title=''/><author><name>im Athung.. 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