<?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-1984576876536780032</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:44:13.978-08:00</updated><category term='Daily Life'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Progress of Southern Land</title><subtitle type='html'>the inspiration, land, culture &amp;amp; art.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1984576876536780032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ivan Hooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926510551702275795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SiiqoOU6PlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2gCxY12_LtY/S220/P1030732.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-1984576876536780032.post-3008401142207835322</id><published>2009-06-04T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:20:25.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>The arrival of sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/Sihaa7OCQYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JQY6CFBBHoU/s1600-h/P1030732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/Sihaa7OCQYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JQY6CFBBHoU/s320/P1030732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343620376494752130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mr. Sun cast my shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SihaTniv9UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rRD52uokMH8/s1600-h/P1030734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SihaTniv9UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rRD52uokMH8/s320/P1030734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343620250953839938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arrival of Mr.Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the past couple of weeks, the sun has been silent, and inactive. It's sad and tears dropping on the ground, it's slippery and cold in the day. You are unable to wear a short outside of your premises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is the day, the reveal of the purposes of sun. It doesn't only dry my cloths, it also cheers me up, I believe it cheers at least Melbourne up. I am so glad that the sun has finally came back to us. We love you so much, we want to have outdoor activities in this sunny and glaring day, in fact, we love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1984576876536780032-3008401142207835322?l=landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/feeds/3008401142207835322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/2009/06/arrival-of-sun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1984576876536780032/posts/default/3008401142207835322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1984576876536780032/posts/default/3008401142207835322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/2009/06/arrival-of-sun.html' title='The arrival of sun'/><author><name>Ivan Hooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926510551702275795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SiiqoOU6PlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2gCxY12_LtY/S220/P1030732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/Sihaa7OCQYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JQY6CFBBHoU/s72-c/P1030732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984576876536780032.post-9122084077006256718</id><published>2009-06-03T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:46:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grooveman Ivan   No Music No Life  Music Lover or Music Listener? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; what makes me so much wanted to go back i think is because of the trip that u guys gonna have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really piss me off man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wat ever it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; make me feels like, if i go back, at least i dun hv to sit in the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mayb i shud try not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; im a grown up young man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[c=#FF8000]sieutheng the office girl[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; u can deal with stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no need so emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grooveman Ivan   No Music No Life  Music Lover or Music Listener? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i should deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wel, thx for takling to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i feels better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks ST, I feels better now.&lt;br /&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/1984576876536780032-9122084077006256718?l=landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1984576876536780032/posts/default/9122084077006256718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1984576876536780032/posts/default/9122084077006256718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/2009/06/picking-it-up.html' title='Picking it up'/><author><name>Ivan Hooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926510551702275795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SiiqoOU6PlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2gCxY12_LtY/S220/P1030732.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984576876536780032.post-4982232729707784220</id><published>2009-06-03T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:47:21.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Today is my beloved lady bday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SiVIGGsOabI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tTgO78OYMqo/s1600-h/P1010357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SiVIGGsOabI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tTgO78OYMqo/s320/P1010357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342755802657483186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first year in the past 20yrs I am not by your side to celebrate your birthday. I am here sincerely wish you to stay happy always, stay pretty as always, and be the woman I love most in the world. I felt sorry for not by your side, but I know, I am doing something valuable over here, and I know it's not easy for both of you to feel lonely at home now. I feel you, I feel the encouragement from both of you. We both know the world is changing every second, and what you do for me it's exactly for the ever changing world. I am here to challenge this task. The task that given me the passport to the ever changing world. I know what you had done for me, is definitely for good. I promise to be strong and, in fact I think I am a grown up man. At least I prove my self with the ability to survive by my self. Till now, take care and look after dad's diet. I will never give a chance for you to loose trust on me. Thanks you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1984576876536780032-4982232729707784220?l=landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/feeds/4982232729707784220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-my-beloved-lady-bday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1984576876536780032/posts/default/4982232729707784220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1984576876536780032/posts/default/4982232729707784220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-my-beloved-lady-bday.html' title='Today is my beloved lady bday.'/><author><name>Ivan Hooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926510551702275795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SiiqoOU6PlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2gCxY12_LtY/S220/P1030732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SiVIGGsOabI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tTgO78OYMqo/s72-c/P1010357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984576876536780032.post-8163369776618979446</id><published>2009-06-01T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:15:20.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming the soul of South</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi mate,&lt;pr&gt;&lt;/pr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;G'day,&lt;pr&gt;&lt;/pr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been wanting to publish this blog once I stepped down on this huge land of South - Australia. Reason of being here is to challenge my self with some other form of achievements. This new land brings me with a lot of new flashing images in my small little brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taking my studies journey towards this land has always been my wish, I aimed, I shot, &amp;amp; I goal. But I have forgotten to set another goal, which wasted a lot of valuable aimless day, the day that I don't even know what am I doing. I have forgotten what's my next goal, perhaps I haven't set any goal for my self. It might because the journey to this track ran so smoothly, so smoothly that I don't even think is hard, not until I starts to fight with the evil side of me. I keep asking my self question that I can't answer. The nightmare has been awhile with me for the past 3 months. After all, is not really that bad in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The land that I had landed is called Melbourne, is located in Victoria, Australia. Progressing my journey in this University that scattered around the city of Melbourne, RMIT. To gain knowledge and ideas that I have never heard of, to gain inspiration through environment surrounded by me. To achieve a much better person in life. To challenge exotic sports that I couldn't try back home. To travel around this huge piece of land. To load in more flashing images in my small little brain. - This has all been my new goal for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Melbourne have been said by others that it is a city of art &amp;amp; culture. Nevertheless, it is art &amp;amp; culture from every corner in the city. The face of Melbourne it's like angel on the day &amp;amp; devil on the night, and it's written on a huge gridded land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the day, Bourke St. Mall is the place where everyone pay for goods without hesitation, the culture of drinking coffee has plotted a lot of cafes on the grid. The artistic sculpture is everywhere in the city.The tram's sounds the city is like adding a light layer of cosmetic on the city and created the ever happening city of Melbourne. Around 5.00pm, things started to change,  it's getting dark, with lights on, working men &amp;amp; women starting to take off their formal attire and change in to either cycling format or jogging format attire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By Night, the city fills with music played by busker along the street. The illustrator came out with a charcoal stick and canvas starting to illustrate people. Every single pub / bar is filled with people with laughter gently place on their face. The crowd is happy, cause it's a friday night. It's never that happening on a street that I have seen before. The happy city, cheering every where, in what ever format of your own liking. From Jazz bar to Rock bar to clubs. Anything that you wish to, you get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least this is what I observed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Progress in Southern Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1984576876536780032-8163369776618979446?l=landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/feeds/8163369776618979446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcoming-soul-of-south.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1984576876536780032/posts/default/8163369776618979446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1984576876536780032/posts/default/8163369776618979446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landonsouthgroove.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcoming-soul-of-south.html' title='Welcoming the soul of South'/><author><name>Ivan Hooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926510551702275795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkamxxsg3lk/SiiqoOU6PlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2gCxY12_LtY/S220/P1030732.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
