<?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-6407190857899884368</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:02:01.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TS One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579465850225037502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SCfQjIDbyII/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEGDuzGToug/S220/P5260017.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407190857899884368.post-6634685233129662077</id><published>2008-06-12T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:48:41.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honourable Men...</title><content type='html'>One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, 'Why are you crying?' The woodcutter replied that his axe has fallen into water, and he needed the axe to make his living.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe. 'Is this your axe?' the Lord asked. The woodcutter replied, 'No.' The Lord again went down and came up with a silver Axe. 'Is this your axe?' the Lord asked. Again, the woodcutter replied, 'No.' The Lord went down again and came up with an iron Axe. 'Is this your axe?' the Lord asked. The woodcutter replied, 'Yes.' The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later the woodcutter was walking with his wife along the riverbank, and his wife fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked him, 'Why are you crying?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!' The Lord went down into the water and came up with ANGELINA JOLIE 'Is this your wife?' the Lord asked. 'Yes,' cried the woodcutter. The Lord was furious. 'You lied! That is an untruth!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied, 'Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to ANGELINA JOLIE , You would have come up with CAMERON DIAZ . Then if I said 'no' to her, you would have come up with my wife . Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I am a poor man, and am not able to take care of all three wives, so THAT'S why I said yes to ANGELINA JOLIE .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is: Whenever a man lies, it is for a good and honorable reason, and for the benefit of others. That's our story, and we're sticking to it! - 'WE ARE HONORABLE MEN!!!!!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407190857899884368-6634685233129662077?l=arvin61-2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/feeds/6634685233129662077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6407190857899884368&amp;postID=6634685233129662077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/6634685233129662077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/6634685233129662077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/2008/06/honourable-men.html' title='Honourable Men...'/><author><name>TS One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579465850225037502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SCfQjIDbyII/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEGDuzGToug/S220/P5260017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407190857899884368.post-1036201246706409494</id><published>2008-06-12T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:35:30.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Abandon Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Received this really meaningful message from a senior/friend of mine....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;     There were once 2 brothers who lived on the 80th level. On coming home one day, they realized to their dismay that the lifts were not working and that they have to climb the stairs home. After struggling to the 20th level, panting and tired, they decided to abandon their bags and come back for them the next day. They left their bags then and climbed on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;     When they have struggled to the 40th level, the younger brother started to grumble and both of them began to quarrel. They continued to climb the flights of steps, quarreling all the way to the 60th floor.   They then realized that they have only 20 levels more to climb and decided to stop quarreling and continue climbing in peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;     They silently climbed on and reached their home at long last. Each stood calmly before the door and waited for the other to open the door. And they realized that the key was in their bags which was left on the 20th floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;     This story is reflecting on our life...many of us live under the expectations of our parents, teachers and friends when young. We seldom get to do the things that we really like and love and are under so much pressure and stress so that by the age of 20, we get tired and decided to dump this load. Being free of the stress and pressure, we work enthusiastically and dream ambitious wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;    But by the time we reach 40 years old, we start to lose our vision and dreams. We began to feel unsatisfied and start to complain and criticize. We live life as a misery as we are never satisfied. Reaching 60, we realize that we have little left for complaining anymore, and we began to walk the final episode in peace and calmness. We think that there is nothing left to disappoint us, only to realize that we could not rest in peace because we have an unfulfilled dream ...... a dream we abandoned 60 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;    So what is your dream Follow your dreams, so that you will not live with regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407190857899884368-1036201246706409494?l=arvin61-2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/feeds/1036201246706409494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6407190857899884368&amp;postID=1036201246706409494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/1036201246706409494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/1036201246706409494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-abandon-your-dreams_12.html' title='Don&apos;t Abandon Your Dreams'/><author><name>TS One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579465850225037502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SCfQjIDbyII/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEGDuzGToug/S220/P5260017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407190857899884368.post-5901375453602720987</id><published>2008-06-10T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:46:36.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Hardest-Working Countries</title><content type='html'>If you thought you worked long hours, consider 39-year-old Lee from South Korea. A civil servant at the ministry of agriculture and fisheries, Lee gets up at 5:30 a.m. every day, gets dressed and makes a two-hour commute into Seoul to start work at 8:30 a.m. After sitting at a computer for most of the day, Lee typically gets out the door at 9 p.m., or even later. By the time he gets home, it's just a matter of jumping in the shower and collapsing into bed, before starting the whole routine all over again, about four hours later. This happens six days a week, and throughout almost all of the year, as Lee gets just three days of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Three days. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.my.msn.com/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1425858"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407190857899884368-5901375453602720987?l=arvin61-2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/feeds/5901375453602720987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6407190857899884368&amp;postID=5901375453602720987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/5901375453602720987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/5901375453602720987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/2008/06/worlds-hardest-working-countries.html' title='The World&apos;s Hardest-Working Countries'/><author><name>TS One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579465850225037502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SCfQjIDbyII/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEGDuzGToug/S220/P5260017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407190857899884368.post-3449122639131861495</id><published>2008-06-09T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:23:40.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love...with something</title><content type='html'>yeah have you got yourself a bicycle?? Don't you know the price of a barrel might rise to US$200 very shortly?? Go get one just as a safety precaution before they those bicycle sellers raise the price of bicycles.lol..i got 1 for myself in early May. seriously. but i bought it for exercise purpose. He's a racing bike actually..Nama dia Pietro.You know those downward bent handlebars with thin tyres. Yeah..that's right..that's a racing bike. I ride Pietro every evening except when it rains. and it rains almost every evening nowadays at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current record is 28Km in 90minutes. i know it's nothing. but honestly, i have improved tremendously. For the first few days i couldn't ride on the highest gear. I mean the legs tire out after just a few minutes. i was on the mid gear on straights and lowest gear on climbs.&lt;br /&gt;But now, its high gear all the way for me. Currently, I'm only doing straights just to build my strength, stamina, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cadence_%28cycling%29"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cadence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. There's a straight stretch near my place. It's 1.4km long. So, a lap(go and back) is 2.8km. I did 10laps in 90minutes non-stop drinking while riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few day before that, i did 5laps and before going back home, i decided to give a shot of two more laps. and i successfully did it. That made me realise that i can push myself harder. Now I'm trying to continue on 10laps but on a shorter time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always loved cycling. I bought Pietro using my salary working in IIS. Of course, there was a displeasure among my family members as i didn't tell them I'm buying a bicycle. Until today, my dad haven't said A THING about my bicycle. He has never asked anything about that bicycle. Where i bought or how much i bought. Anyway, i was, as some of you might know, not deterred. I told them i went to look for a bicycle. They didn't take me seriously. they thought this might be a new Beatriz (i will write about this later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the bicycle arrived. At 9p.m. something. He's black in colour with green and black spotted handlebar, and 21speed Shimano gears. They were astounded. I was ignorant. I felt it was my money and i bought something that is, after all, not a waste or useless thing. I mean this bike could last for years(full alloy body..very light..but not as light as the carbon body bikes which costs thousands bucks..mine is a few hundred bucks)  and doesn't cost much for maintanence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month or so have passed and they seem to have get used to Pietro. He's a celebrity at my place you know. Lol. people still glare at him like they have never seen a bicycle before. and Kids wanna race with me. A few days ago a boy was following me at the other side of the road in a small bike. He was pedaling in such a way that it was so obvious that’s he actually trying to catch me. I was on my 6th or 7th lap. I was riding slow actually to recover and he somehow managed to get pass me. still on the opposite side of the road. After that he took a corner and was never seen again. Haha he probably went back home I guess. That kid really pushed himself to catch me on a racing bike.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling is not easy folks. That's why i fell in love with it. It's one of toughest sport in the world. Those Tour de France or any professional Tour riders have very very very high endurance and stamina. Cycling really pushes one's body to the extreme. You wouldn't know until you start cycling yourself. I mean a racing cycle of course. Not those normal bicycles which even my grandma can cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can run and i also love running. But i realised that i'm not a distance runner. My frame was more suited to sprints rather than distance. So, the next closest thing to marathon is cycling. And now I'm in love with cycling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407190857899884368-3449122639131861495?l=arvin61-2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/feeds/3449122639131861495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6407190857899884368&amp;postID=3449122639131861495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/3449122639131861495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/3449122639131861495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-lovewith-something.html' title='In Love...with something'/><author><name>TS One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579465850225037502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SCfQjIDbyII/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEGDuzGToug/S220/P5260017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407190857899884368.post-784846432223510660</id><published>2008-06-04T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:02:46.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Highest Paid Speakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SEdOPsV70nI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e46Jddpk7y4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208217525585433202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SEdOPsV70nI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e46Jddpk7y4/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bill Zanker, founder and president of the Learning Annex, in 2005, hired Donald Trump to speak at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; real estate investing seminars for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;US$1 million a pop(rm3.26m)&lt;/span&gt;. Those went so well that the company proceeded to hire The Donald for another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17 seminars&lt;/span&gt; in 2006 and 2007 for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;US$1.5 million each(rm4.89m)&lt;/span&gt;. Zanker claims that he's turned a profit on every event where admission prices top out around US$500. He also co-authored Trump's 2007 book "Think Big And Kick Ass In Business And Life". "He's worth every penny,'' Zanker says. "I've been doing this for 30 years. There is no better business speaker than Donald Trump. He attracts the biggest crowds in the world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SEdPksV70oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1lv9Q1BtWUA/s1600-h/ED70FC99D05442D2E759E5425EE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208218985874313858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SEdPksV70oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1lv9Q1BtWUA/s400/ED70FC99D05442D2E759E5425EE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bill Clinton generated $10.2 million(rm33.25m) in speaking fees in 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still remember the very first season of The Apprentice (Trump's not Martha Stewart's). And how my uncle got me to watch it. Since that day, it was one of my MUST watch shows. Trump, whether you like him or not, is really one of a kind. I know he didn't start from scratch but look at him now. Look at his business empire. I also know he's not that rich (way way back in the Forbes list) but he has so many different types of business. Besides luxury homes, hotels, and casino, he's also a great author and motivator. His show made me &lt;/em&gt;looove&lt;em&gt; New York City. Never mind that it has been 7 years since I last visited KL (lol) but I really really wanna go to New York. And another thing, I wrote about Trump in my SPM English paper. In the second essay. They asked to write something about an influential leader and why you like him..something like that la..I really DID NOT want to write about Mahathir. He was no more in the Office at that time. I wanted my markers to learn something different. So i wrote about Trump. lol serious. i'm not kidding. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407190857899884368-784846432223510660?l=arvin61-2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/feeds/784846432223510660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6407190857899884368&amp;postID=784846432223510660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/784846432223510660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/784846432223510660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/2008/06/worlds-highest-paid-speakers.html' title='World&apos;s Highest Paid Speakers'/><author><name>TS One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579465850225037502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SCfQjIDbyII/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEGDuzGToug/S220/P5260017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SEdOPsV70nI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e46Jddpk7y4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407190857899884368.post-8217698905472242343</id><published>2008-05-28T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:12:24.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55th Anniversary of the First Ascent of Mount Everest</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205673560621437426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5EhcV70fI/AAAAAAAAADY/chfOqzJsS8w/s400/everest08_ig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5GiMV70gI/AAAAAAAAADg/60PyCWYNW4Q/s1600-h/everest-ascent-32933-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205675772529594882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5GiMV70gI/AAAAAAAAADg/60PyCWYNW4Q/s400/everest-ascent-32933-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5GicV70hI/AAAAAAAAADo/oYc4iLHbfxs/s1600-h/great-makalus-615393-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205675776824562194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5GicV70hI/AAAAAAAAADo/oYc4iLHbfxs/s400/great-makalus-615393-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5GisV70iI/AAAAAAAAADw/rYS9SCHsEHQ/s1600-h/khumbu-icefall-640525-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205675781119529506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5GisV70iI/AAAAAAAAADw/rYS9SCHsEHQ/s400/khumbu-icefall-640525-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5GisV70jI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fk7YyPYNmZ0/s1600-h/khumbu-icefield-640541-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205675781119529522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5GisV70jI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fk7YyPYNmZ0/s400/khumbu-icefield-640541-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205675785414496834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5Gi8V70kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C9_nUmjAS84/s400/resting-riders-527066-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;More about Everest and mountains in &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Everest"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight-thousander"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5EXcV70eI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wcgoYg_Kpys/s1600-h/everest08_ig.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407190857899884368-8217698905472242343?l=arvin61-2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/feeds/8217698905472242343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6407190857899884368&amp;postID=8217698905472242343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/8217698905472242343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/8217698905472242343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/2008/05/55th-anniversary-of-first-ascent-of.html' title='55th Anniversary of the First Ascent of Mount Everest'/><author><name>TS One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579465850225037502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SCfQjIDbyII/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEGDuzGToug/S220/P5260017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SD5EhcV70fI/AAAAAAAAADY/chfOqzJsS8w/s72-c/everest08_ig.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407190857899884368.post-5261739171063025584</id><published>2008-05-28T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:15:11.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nepal's monarchy abolished, republic declared</title><content type='html'>Political leaders in Nepal on Wednesday voted overwhelmingly to abolish the Himalayan nation's 240-year-old Hindu monarchy and declare a republic. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.my.msn.com/topstories/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1422609"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407190857899884368-5261739171063025584?l=arvin61-2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/feeds/5261739171063025584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6407190857899884368&amp;postID=5261739171063025584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/5261739171063025584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407190857899884368/posts/default/5261739171063025584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arvin61-2.blogspot.com/2008/05/nepals-monarchy-abolished-republic.html' title='Nepal&apos;s monarchy abolished, republic declared'/><author><name>TS One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579465850225037502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GXBkJ1blQ2c/SCfQjIDbyII/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEGDuzGToug/S220/P5260017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
