<?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-19357253</id><updated>2012-02-10T11:15:10.067+11:00</updated><title type='text'>William's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>it killed the old one!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19357253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>quison1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01331640539524638014</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19357253.post-3266422315520512169</id><published>2011-08-28T12:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:09:32.751+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to reflect</title><content type='html'>Hmm, now I feel the worst about myself and pity as well. Being a 20 y/o boy (not really qualified to be called an adult), I know nothing more than spending my parents’ money, moaning and groaning. It’s now time to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the end of week 5, almost the end of the first term. I realized that I have not been growing at all. I didn’t appreciate that the blessings of studying aboard and the opportunity to experience the differences. I kept whining about everything: the house, the transport, the weather, and my studies. Indeed, there were all great challenges, but only when I first reached. They should no longer be bothering issues, yet I keep them as excuses so that I can continue my slow paced growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By random chances, I know some of my friends’ blogs which they don’t really promote. I spent time reading their words, finding the differences between the oldest and the latest are noticeable. In this moment, I was drenched in guilty feelings. Why am I so much weaker, so easily surrender to the difficulties, keep procrastinating the solvable problem, always finding excuses for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that everyone is born differently and some are gifted in the sense that they can live a shining and eye catching life. I am confident that I am blessed enough. Dear spring, I can feel that you’re just outside the door. Let me flourish in your presence, and re-examine myself before you leave. Hopefully, I can feel proud of myself again.&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="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/66964_10150289858185574_796740573_15387189_4404187_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/66964_10150289858185574_796740573_15387189_4404187_n.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;Floriade Canberra, photo from FB page, its one of stunning events in Canberra (only one to me). Looking forward to :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19357253-3266422315520512169?l=quison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quison.blogspot.com/feeds/3266422315520512169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19357253&amp;postID=3266422315520512169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19357253/posts/default/3266422315520512169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19357253/posts/default/3266422315520512169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quison.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-to-reflect.html' title='Time to reflect'/><author><name>quison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11941439218356744832</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-19357253.post-1087440102625778345</id><published>2011-08-22T00:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T00:36:31.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Weeks to Go!</title><content type='html'>Oh Canberra, you win. You are the only disgusting place in my heart. You’re really annoying as you can always drag me to you again and again, from my home country when I am having a good time there. Luckily the homecoming count-down timer plays a good medicine to keep me surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful that I meet lots of nice people here. These people get the winter night warm, with decent dinners, desserts and card games. Guess what, you and they are separate entities, and don’t ever think to get a better impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong with me? Was I conscious when deciding to study in this place? Dear God, open up my eyes to the reasons I am here, and make me no excuse to blame this little city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19357253-1087440102625778345?l=quison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quison.blogspot.com/feeds/1087440102625778345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19357253&amp;postID=1087440102625778345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19357253/posts/default/1087440102625778345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19357253/posts/default/1087440102625778345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quison.blogspot.com/2011/08/14-weeks-to-go.html' title='14 Weeks to Go!'/><author><name>quison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11941439218356744832</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19357253.post-4251588149657855946</id><published>2011-07-17T23:52:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:26:13.341+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Awh</title><content type='html'>Awh, here comes the end of my winter holidays in my loved home. It feels really good to spend time with family. I was such a dumb ass not knowing that home is always the warmest place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye to my buddies studying in the north hemisphere, I wonder when is our next meet. Besides, I feel pain because I didn’t join you all in UK, so stop talking about this and add my Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MSN: l.quison@hotmail.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skype: William.lim.qui.son&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;There are couples of things left undone. Where can I get the courage and strength?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19357253-4251588149657855946?l=quison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quison.blogspot.com/feeds/4251588149657855946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19357253&amp;postID=4251588149657855946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19357253/posts/default/4251588149657855946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19357253/posts/default/4251588149657855946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quison.blogspot.com/2011/07/awh.html' title='Awh'/><author><name>quison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11941439218356744832</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>
