<?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-5386954672486057846</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:22:45.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travel-non-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386954672486057846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travel-non-stop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TrevorYapHongEng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IhaYRtb4EgQ/SDBMP4R4TRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nbf3fm5VCuI/S220/baby1'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386954672486057846.post-2472616539559438736</id><published>2010-08-03T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:11:06.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what you will be like when you get old?&lt;br /&gt;What would you be liked?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a rocking chair, swinging to and fro waiting for time to pass or live happily with your spouse, children and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, when i was in burger king.&lt;br /&gt;I saw one auntie about the age of 50 to 60.&lt;br /&gt;She was looking for a seat.&lt;br /&gt;As i was alone, she took the seat in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;At first, she look normal, but when she started to eat her ice cream, she looked as if she had not eat for days-disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;She held high her scrawny elbow while holding her spoon.&lt;br /&gt;Her hand shook vigorously as if the spoon is going to fall any minutes before it land into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;After eating finish, she started talking to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like an arrow shot right into my heart, shattering my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts flew through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Would i be like her? Would my friends be like her?&lt;br /&gt;What would the future become?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i think too much.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386954672486057846-2472616539559438736?l=travel-non-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386954672486057846/posts/default/2472616539559438736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386954672486057846/posts/default/2472616539559438736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travel-non-stop.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-ever-wondered-what-you-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>TrevorYapHongEng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IhaYRtb4EgQ/SDBMP4R4TRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nbf3fm5VCuI/S220/baby1'/></author></entry></feed>
