<?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-5922635</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:20:45.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has no title.. Couldn't think of one..</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a blog for me to let go of my frustrations!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LiNN</name><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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109611395066897264</id><published>2004-09-25T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T20:05:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear readers, as of today, this site will no longer be updated. This is the url of my new site.. Don't forget to tag!   http://www.olp.diary-x.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109611395066897264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109611395066897264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109611395066897264' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109390593313698195</id><published>2004-08-31T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T06:45:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which part of "I am not interested" does she not understand? I mean.. Shih Han told her that he's not interested in working for LSM(Lower Secondary Maths) and she let him off the hook. First, she switched my place because apparently, Farihah needs guidance from Zeren.. ok.. thats fine with me. Then when I realise that Zeren's seat was really uncomfortable ( damn cold.. everyone can see your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109390593313698195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109390593313698195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109390593313698195' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109249936639319065</id><published>2004-08-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T00:02:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're better than me in everything. Everything that I've tried. General knowledge, sports.. you name it.. sometimes, I'd feel like I did quite okay.. but when I look at you, I'd feel like I'm probably the dumbest person in the world. I finally found something that I'm quite good at today.. but as usual, you made me feel like I'm useless again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109249936639319065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109249936639319065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109249936639319065' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109245094656169502</id><published>2004-08-14T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T10:40:49.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I know.. haven't been blogging for a while.. My pc at work can't seem to access the blogger site and by the time I get home, I'm too tired to argue with my brother over whose turn it is to use the pc..Got quite a few things to talk bout now.. Firstly, work.. work is great.. its fun.. the people are nice.. Got rid of the chair that has been killing my back for a month!! Woohoo!! And the new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109245094656169502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109245094656169502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109245094656169502' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109192703312968782</id><published>2004-08-08T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T10:02:31.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A year older.. yes..A year closer to death.. definitely..A year wiser??.. erm.. yeah.. sure..It has already started off as a bad day.. but I guess some people had it worse off..I am not a stone.. I am human.. I make mistakes.. I have feelings.. Most importantly, I have hope.. Don't cut away this last string that I am holding on to..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109192703312968782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109192703312968782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109192703312968782' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109133864566489792</id><published>2004-08-01T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T13:37:25.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Left home at about eleven yesterday.. went to amk to meet muizz.. the three of us(me, muizz and sham) had lunch at clementi.. probably the best beef noodle i've ever tasted.. was on my way to clementi when Saida called.. she's been hospitalised at CGH due to drug reaction.. reached CGH at about 6ix plus.. finally got to meet Elmo and Big Bird. The last time we met was months ago. San and Razi was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109133864566489792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109133864566489792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109133864566489792' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109096070861590811</id><published>2004-07-28T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T04:38:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its 4.30am. I'm tired. I'm tired and I'm sleepy. I'm tired, I'm sleepy and I can't sleep. I'm tired, I'm sleepy, I can't sleep and I have a shitload of action-scripting to do at the office. Shit. I'm still up at 4 in the morning.. trying to figure out the solution to my action-scripting problem. It was well worth it.. Not sure if I'll be able to stay awake in the office tho.. I'm tired and I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109096070861590811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109096070861590811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109096070861590811' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109068371267652383</id><published>2004-07-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T23:41:52.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've fallen..</title><summary type='text'>Who do you think you are to come in between these two people? Know your limits. You are nothing. You are worth nothing.. You were never worth anything.. You're stupid and pathetic.. useless and annoying.. always interupting.. stupid bitch.. all you're good at is picking up things that other people throw on the ground.. all you're good at is shutting up.. but thats the problem.. you NEVER know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109068371267652383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109068371267652383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109068371267652383' title='I&apos;ve fallen..'/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109057140469852897</id><published>2004-07-23T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:30:04.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogging from work.. so bored.. nothing to do.. its a normal day.. finished touching up my assignments.. had lunch.. surfed the internet.. someone got stuck in the toilet.. just another normal day.."I may be big.. I may be fat.. But I am NOT a liar". That's what someone told me today.. sounds kinda funny to me..btw.. Happy Birthday Sha!Our Lady Penguin.. 'busy' at work.. @ 4.27 pm Friday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109057140469852897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109057140469852897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109057140469852897' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109041819005578999</id><published>2004-07-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:58:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a huge coincidence.. If you would just look at the right side of my blog.. under "Dates to remember".. you'll see 4 people that I know.. whose birthdays are just one day after the other.. Well.. just in case I don't get the chance to blog after today.. since i'll be pretty busy at work.. I'd like to say a few words to these 4 people..Saida.. Happy 20th Birthday! I have known you for like..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109041819005578999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109041819005578999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109041819005578999' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-109008056865516783</id><published>2004-07-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T00:22:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got through my first week of attachment without even having the thought of attempting suicide.. I suprise myself sometimes.. I have a very weird sitting position.. actually.. more like unlucky.. the first thing that the GM sees when he steps out of his office is my computer screen..yeah.. i know.. when i found out about this.. i was like.. "holy shyt man.. there goes my plan of skiving.". Its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109008056865516783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/109008056865516783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109008056865516783' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108998596651365082</id><published>2004-07-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T21:55:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I planned for tonight:-Go to Sim Lim after work.. check out some stuff for my bro..a nice dinner at Al-Majlis..managed to save up money for dinner for two..dying to have mix sausages.. have a nice walk at East Coast to celebrate the fact that I'm still alive even after a week of ITP.. confide in someone.. staying out a little late just chatting..What happened tonight:-Went to Sim Lim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108998596651365082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108998596651365082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108998596651365082' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108943271412889807</id><published>2004-07-10T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:13:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not very good at vocabs.. I was having one of those fights with Mu'izz when I used the wrong word.. He corrected me in a very embarrasing way and I just hung up the phone.. Then came a message.. Very humiliating one.. so I shall no post it up here.. Anyway, I've decided not to join NIE.. I don't think its the right career choice.. So I'll probably stick to IT or find something else that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108943271412889807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108943271412889807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108943271412889807' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108935133599613554</id><published>2004-07-09T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T13:38:55.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.. its already the last week of my hols.. wel.. not exactly last.. it was last the last week.. what am i mumbling about?? nevermind..Will be starting my attachment this Monday.. wish me luck people.. i need lots of it.. I'll basically be using Flash.. an application that I have not used for quite sometime now.. I'm so bored.. Bored bored bored bored bored!! there's like nothing else to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108935133599613554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108935133599613554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108935133599613554' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108878895984133565</id><published>2004-07-03T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T01:22:39.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First of all.. thank you dearest for the postings.. I love you too..Next on the List:- English TuitionHow the hell do you teach English?! I mean.. what's there to teach?! It's either you know it or not.. Anyone got any tips??!! Would really appreciate it.. Thanks..Lastly.. Been blog-surfing.. went to a friend's blog and her latest entry sounded like she was really disappointed. I don't exactly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108878895984133565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108878895984133565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108878895984133565' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108852853953534420</id><published>2004-06-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T01:20:23.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back by popular demandHello all, its me again. By popular demand (and some pressure tactics by some not-to-be-named sources), i am back again with my second posting on my newly-adopted blog.Having received both plaudits and criticism over my 'mushy' first entry, i am at a loss as to whether to write about 'mushy' stuff. Then i had an idea: "Why should i give a f**k what others think?!'I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108852853953534420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108852853953534420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108852853953534420' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108818553848853757</id><published>2004-06-26T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T12:00:02.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Azlin,Hello all. This is not Azlin. This is Mu'izz.  I am hacking into Azlin's blog to leave her a little surprise message.Azlin, i love you. No matter what we have gone through, all the quarrels, fights etc, i am still truly, madly, deeply in love with you. You are the only one i have ever thought of marrying and i still hope that happens soon.Remember how we met? Me, sleepy-faced and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108818553848853757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108818553848853757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108818553848853757' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108817030705251094</id><published>2004-06-25T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T21:31:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every relationship is different and special in its own way. Every guy is different and special in his own way. Just because your boyfriend doesn't buy you roses or sing you a song infront of a hundred other people, it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you.For GIRLS:-When you go to a concert with your guy especially, and some other guy starts singing an 'our-song' to his girlfriend, please do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108817030705251094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108817030705251094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108817030705251094' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108800284578837078</id><published>2004-06-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:00:45.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's another quiz that I took.. believe it or not.. I'm....Aphrodite/Eros ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by QuizillaFunny.. But kinda true I guess..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108800284578837078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108800284578837078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108800284578837078' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108800198605523361</id><published>2004-06-23T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T22:51:35.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A GAME-BOY. Youre like a tomboy without the love ofsports. Reality sucks, but as long as you haveyour electronics you feel you can cope. Timegoes unnoticed when youre locked in your roomhooked up to your Nintendo, rocking to yourfavourite collection of guitar-drivenalbums.Your virtues: Intelligence, sense-of-humour,individuality.Your flaws: Inability to cope with real life,action-freak spirit,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108800198605523361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108800198605523361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108800198605523361' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108789185621849717</id><published>2004-06-22T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T16:10:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went for a eye check-up on Sunday.. The day has come.. It is time.. I knew someday it would happen.. But I didn't think it would happen so soon..IT IS TIME..TIME TO WEAR GLASSES..Yeah yeah.. as some of you may know right now.. I have to wear glasses.. My vision has blurred.. Right eye: Perfect.. Left eye: 75 degrees.. God knows how many people have made fun of me.. including my own mum.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108789185621849717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108789185621849717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108789185621849717' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108756789738926869</id><published>2004-06-18T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:11:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling alot better today.. Temperature went down.. cold is gone..all that's left now are the bodyaches(ouch!).. Accidentally passed my flu virus to Mu'izz and Sham.. Sorry guys.. well.. at least you got something out of it.. Sham.. you got a day's MC and Mu'izz..erm erm.. I'm just sorry dearest..School is starting soon.. Feeling kinda excited.. Don't know what company I'll be posted to.. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108756789738926869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108756789738926869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108756789738926869' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108724736566142562</id><published>2004-06-15T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T05:09:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its 5 a.m on my computer's digital clock. Been up since about 2.30.. Down with another flu.. weather's extremely hot and humid.. I was awaken by the heat.. Took a shower.. that felt better.. I haven't been updating for a while.. Don't know what to write.. Found out that my ITP(attachment) posting will be out on the 3rd of July.. Hopefully I get a great company.. Thinking of joining NIE after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108724736566142562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108724736566142562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108724736566142562' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108610219772601044</id><published>2004-06-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T23:13:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yep.. that settles it.. People whom I thought would be my best friends for life turned out to not be my best friends afterall. Oh well.. shit happens.. I'm such a sucker for friendships.. I thought that best friends would be there forever.. would stick together.. would help each other out.. but I just found out that most of my friendships are just.. well.. friendships.. Okay.. you may get a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108610219772601044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108610219772601044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108610219772601044' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108609927967704714</id><published>2004-06-01T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:14:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a great time! Troy was good!! If you haven't watched it yet then go!! NOW!! Brad Pitt looked good(HE DOES NOT LOOK GAY!! ).. Orlando Bloom was a pussy and the guy who acted as Hector (don't know his name unfortunately..) was a great actor too.. The huge Trojan horse looked ugly tho.. Suprisingly, there was quite a number of scenes featuring half-naked people and some even featured naked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108609927967704714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108609927967704714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108609927967704714' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108602673378998588</id><published>2004-06-01T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T02:05:33.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had planned to go to the zoo today. No.. its not a typo error.. I really wanted to go to the zoo.. I love animals.. they're so cute.. except when they have scales. Anyway.. something cropped up and there goes my plan.. flushed down the toilet...But it's alright. I will still have fun today. Will be going to the movies with Cookie and Naz.. Haven't seen them for quite some time.. Kinda miss them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108602673378998588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108602673378998588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108602673378998588' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108591292678480126</id><published>2004-05-30T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T19:12:51.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did something stupid yesterday.. Didn't realise that it was stupid till now. I stayed up till 3am to wait for his call. I would have called him if I can make outgoing calls on my handphone.. But goddammit I can't even send a message. My brother was hogging the home phone and the other one was hogging the pc. And unfortunately, I couldn't send you a message from my brother's or mother's or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108591292678480126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108591292678480126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108591292678480126' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108583963011739576</id><published>2004-05-29T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T22:07:10.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from TTSH.. Another friend warded due to motorbike accident. I've lost count on the number of people who were warded due to the same reason.. I stopped at ten I think.. or was it eleven? Hmm.. anyway.. I don't understand why these people still ride nowadays.. I mean.. isn't it scary to have scars and bruises all over you? Not to mention the broken leg, the body aches and worst of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108583963011739576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108583963011739576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108583963011739576' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108569531644206210</id><published>2004-05-28T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T06:07:12.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY MODULE GRADES...  ST7214      VISUAL EFFECTS            C   ST7301  MULTIMEDIA GROUP PROJECT      B   ST7303  ADVANCED COMPUTER ANIMATION   D Just as I expected.. A bit disappointed that I got a B for my FYP. But if I don't get an A, I guess I'd rather settle for a B rather than any other grades.. I foresee the D tho..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108569531644206210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108569531644206210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108569531644206210' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108564375917521312</id><published>2004-05-27T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T15:42:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I passed all my modules.. Well whoop-dee-doo.. Don't know why but somehow, I'm unhappy.. Oh well.. And Vishan.. if you're reading this, the 'Azlin-shouted-molest-in-MLT11' was a great experience too. Something that me and Cher will cherish for the rest of our lives. You shld have seen your own face man.. Haha.. so funny.. Anyway, get a tagboard for your blog lah! Easier to communicate..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108564375917521312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108564375917521312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108564375917521312' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108548425931753653</id><published>2004-05-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T19:24:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disappointment is the result of an Expectation gone wrong. Learn to look on the bright side of life. Everyone is unique in their own way. Regardless of how pretty or ugly a person is, he/she is still human afterall. Give him/her a chance to hug you when you're down. A chance to take care of you when you're sick. To tell you that you're the most beautiful person in this world. And most of all, a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108548425931753653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108548425931753653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108548425931753653' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108514308694491775</id><published>2004-05-21T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T20:40:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Cher.. thanks for calling me yesterday (sorry.. i was sleeping..) to find out if I'm okay. Don't forget.. Should meet up soon.. Ask Daphne along ah.. I read Kiat's blog.. Seems like you're very popular among the SP guys now eh Daphne?? ;DAnyway, went to a friend's house today. We were watching 'Iron Ladies'. I've watched it a million times but somehow, its still funny to me. I mean.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108514308694491775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108514308694491775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108514308694491775' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108504623312999736</id><published>2004-05-20T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T17:43:53.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It took me almost a year to realise that some of the closest people around me are bastards. Stupid ain't it?It took me almost 2 years to realise that the people closest to me, doesn't know me at all. Sad ain't it? It took me almost 3 years to realise that I haven't been spending much time with some of the people that I wanted to.. So much time wasted..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108504623312999736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108504623312999736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108504623312999736' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108501640535964807</id><published>2004-05-20T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T09:26:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been blogging for a while.. Don't know what to write. Life's been boring. Everyday's the same old routine. I'm worried. But I don't know what about. Maybe its the results.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108501640535964807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108501640535964807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108501640535964807' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108424584074663039</id><published>2004-05-11T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:24:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger's got a new layout? Since when? Anyway, really like it.. looks more.. erm.. 'fun' now.. if that even makes sense..Anyway, went to Johor yesterday. Had to go get some household items. Things are amazingly cheap there! No wonder so many Singaporean families go shopping there. An original pair of Adidas shoes that costs up to $130 here, costs only about RM120 there. So can you imagine how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108424584074663039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108424584074663039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108424584074663039' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108411791611895741</id><published>2004-05-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:56:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are promises really meant to be broken? If not, then why are 3/4 of the promises made to me are broken? Why do people do something when they know that it is wrong? Why promise to try their best when they won't? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108411791611895741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108411791611895741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108411791611895741' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108407750201372847</id><published>2004-05-09T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T12:42:51.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aarrgghh! Stupid ulcer. Its only the size of an ant but when I put salt on it, it stings to high heavens. Can't even speak properly now..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108407750201372847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108407750201372847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108407750201372847' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108393894924886171</id><published>2004-05-07T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T22:13:37.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few issues had been stuck in my head for the past few months. I thought that if I stop thinking about it, it'll go away. And it did. Now, there's just one problem.. It came back. I wish I'm not such a worrier. Simple things can cause me to lose a few weeks of good nights sleep. I refuse to think of it as a burden because I chose to lend my shoulder when it is needed. But sometimes, I bite off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108393894924886171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108393894924886171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108393894924886171' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108381427711257231</id><published>2004-05-06T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T11:35:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't understand why people refuse to try and solve their problems sometimes. They know they have a problem. They know how to solve it but they refuse to solve it. They give all kinds of excuses. It really disgusts me. No offence to them. But I don't know whether to classify them under lazy or lazy. So many things has happened. Yet they can sit by and watch. It makes me angry to see them like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108381427711257231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108381427711257231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108381427711257231' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108375998928202973</id><published>2004-05-05T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:30:54.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R-E-L-I-G-I-O-N. A very sensitive issue. It is very very wrong to make fun of other people's religion. I've met a few people who've made unwanted comments about my religion and I told them off in their face. There's a thin line between joking and being a bastard. These people should learn to tell which is which.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108375998928202973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108375998928202973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108375998928202973' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108359979685388008</id><published>2004-05-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T00:03:50.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What you should do when you did something (regardless of what it is) that causes someone else to get the blame:-     - Say sorry.. It ain't that difficult.What you shouldn't do when you did something (regardless of what it is) that causes someone else to get the blame:-     - Tell them that it is their own business and that they shouldn't blame it on other people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108359979685388008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108359979685388008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108359979685388008' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108359939072617841</id><published>2004-05-03T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T23:54:03.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever had one of those time when you get blamed for something you didn't do? I had first hand experience today. Although it didn't happen to me, still I feel for him. Sometimes we do things that gets others into trouble. In fact, it may be something that is normal to majority of the crowd. But still, if someone has a problem with it, regardless of whether it is due to her own attitude towards what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108359939072617841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108359939072617841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108359939072617841' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108358900914850085</id><published>2004-05-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T21:01:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored.. bored..bored..bored..bored..bored.. There's hardly anything to do nowadays. TV is starting to suck. The only thing that is entertaining me is the dozens of Simpsons episodes that my brother downloaded. Should be starting on my portfolio but I'm having a lot of trouble with it. Got no idea what to do. Darn.. I wish I have a job.. Then at least I won't have to face these five cats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108358900914850085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108358900914850085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108358900914850085' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108307138365727661</id><published>2004-04-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T21:15:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally finished my ACAN assignment today. Finally, I can get a good nights sleep. I'm happy yet sad.. Recalling what I said to 2 of my bestest friends........."We spent almost 3 years of our time  here. Do you have any idea how many hours we spent at this bus-stop??""This was where we laughed together. And this was where we cried together.."Its funny.. I spent three years hoping to finish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108307138365727661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108307138365727661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108307138365727661' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108291094290642591</id><published>2004-04-26T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T00:39:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Why don't you sell it to me? I'll buy it from you for $100.""No thanks.. Its okay.""What about $200?""No thanks.. Its okay."$100, $200... is that all that it's worth now?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108291094290642591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108291094290642591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108291094290642591' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108241963757102735</id><published>2004-04-20T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T08:11:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend posted this quiz on friendster:1.Will u love the person who once hurt u??       - Maybe.. but it'll take sometime I guess..2.Would u steal the person u love most from ur friend?     - No! Oh my goodness! Don't tell me someone did!3.Will u give ur ex a second chance?      - Already did...4.What was the best thing you've done for the person u love?       - Erm.. cook some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108241963757102735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108241963757102735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108241963757102735' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108238482060766536</id><published>2004-04-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T22:34:40.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A tribute to those who showed me care and concern..Thank you Banu for your listening ear.Thank you Sanusi for guiding me.Thank you Jeslyn for asking if I needed a hug.Thank you Kent for asking if I was okay when you saw me crying outside T2055.Thank you Andhika for cheering me up.. Don Juan De Marco my ass.. haha.Thank you Shahidah, Latifa and Hafizah for always asking me to do my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108238482060766536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108238482060766536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108238482060766536' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108235206579119294</id><published>2004-04-19T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T13:25:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is not as easy as it sounds. I can't do my work properly. Can't seem to concentrate. I hate people who ruin other people's life! I was so happy back then. My life was almost perfect. Then she appeared and he'd rather talk to her than to me. He'd rather listen to her than to me. I need him then but what did I get instead? "She understands me more than you do. She treats me better. Why won't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108235206579119294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108235206579119294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108235206579119294' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108233246464109307</id><published>2004-04-19T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T13:25:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The First Day....Okay. This is it. The very first day. Have to learn to walk on my own. It may be the wrong timing. Considering the fact that I have 3 projct datelines but if I don't do it now, I'll never do it. I'll just keep myself busy busy busy and it will be okay. Don't feel like talking much today.Starting to feel sick of school. Don't even feel like going since I've got mc. But what the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108233246464109307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108233246464109307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108233246464109307' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108230525289577349</id><published>2004-04-19T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:24:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I deleted it off my msn messenger, friendster and handphone. As long as I stay away and keep myself occupied with work, I'll be fine. I'll be okay. I won't answer the phone. I won't reply to messages. This is it. No pain.. no gain. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108230525289577349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108230525289577349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108230525289577349' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108229026770855312</id><published>2004-04-18T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T20:15:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people just don't seem to listen very well. You talk to them nicely, you shout at them, you get angry at them, whatever. It just doesn't seem to get through. Again they make the same mistakes. Most of the time, we don't realise that we're taking advantage of other people. People tend to take advantage of those who are kind to them. I think I've reached my limit. I blew up quite a few times </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108229026770855312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108229026770855312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108229026770855312' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108225790478313050</id><published>2004-04-18T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T11:15:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its the perfect sunday morning. Nice weather, good food. Everything perfect except me. I'm down with a flu. My whole body is aching. My throat is sore. And my darn cats just won't leave me alone! Went to the clinic just now. Didn't expect to see a lot of people. Had to wait for almost 1 hour. As I sat there looking around, I wondered if those people were really sick or are they just trying to get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108225790478313050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108225790478313050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108225790478313050' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108150067384437186</id><published>2004-04-09T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T17:07:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Kinda disappointed that my plans were cancelled. So here I am..Typing away. I was blog-hopping last night and I read a post on one of the blogs. Totally pissed me off man. Some people can be so self-centered. They take pity on themselves and accuse their friends of leaving them out and stuff. When in reality, it is actually them who are the b*stards. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108150067384437186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108150067384437186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108150067384437186' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108109110415358770</id><published>2004-04-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T23:08:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been through so many emotional roller coaster rides but nothing tops this one. I can't eat.. I can't sleep. Its like being stuck in a car at the edge of a cliff. A slight movement may cause the biggest regret. Sometimes, we see the bad points in other people and try to correct it without realising that we ourselves have the same exact problem. Sometimes, we want to be heard but refuse to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108109110415358770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108109110415358770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108109110415358770' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-108006034389660978</id><published>2004-03-24T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T00:49:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its all coming back to me. Back to haunt me again. Never was I able to forget that incident. I wish I didn't know about it. Sometimes.. honesty is not the best policy. Sometimes.. white lies are needed to prevent what is happening to me now. And I may look normal on the outside.. but things are the total opposite on the inside..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108006034389660978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/108006034389660978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108006034389660978' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-107923581947693940</id><published>2004-03-14T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:46:52.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been updating for quite a while. The past few weeks have been really tiring. I may be taking only 3 module right now. But its sure as hell feels like I'm juggling 6 modules. 6 more weeks to go to hand in my FYP project. I'm starting to get a little worried. Not sure if my group will be able to hand it in on time. So many things to do.. so little time.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107923581947693940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107923581947693940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107923581947693940' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-107287599208385207</id><published>2003-12-31T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T21:06:50.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can't have everything. Simple and sweet. That's what a friend told me. I was all out to prove her wrong. That was until I stopped to think. I can't really say that my life has been perfect. But it's been okay, tolerable. I win some, I lose some. I don't like changes very much. I find it very hard to let go of things. Like for example, if you were to come over to my house and open my personal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107287599208385207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107287599208385207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107287599208385207' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-107287455016256863</id><published>2003-12-31T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T20:42:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so tired of being heresuppressed by all my childish fearsand if you have to leavei wish that you would just leave'cause your presence still lingers hereand it won't leave me alonethese wounds won't seem to healthis pain is just too realthere's just too much that time cannot erasewhen you cried i'd wipe away all of your tearswhen you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fearsi held</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107287455016256863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107287455016256863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107287455016256863' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-107245049166966711</id><published>2003-12-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T22:55:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had every intention to make today a good day. And what did I get? A message bearing 3 hurtful words.. "I hate you". OUCH....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107245049166966711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107245049166966711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107245049166966711' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-107144340478651014</id><published>2003-12-15T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T07:10:18.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm hurting. I will regret it for the rest of my life, I know that. But I think it's about time I stop thinking of myself and start thinking of others. It maybe a wrong decision in the long run. But at this point of time, it is the better decision. The lesser of two evils. Hopefully, time will heal all my wounds. I foresee a lot of people coming up to me and telling me that it is my fault. What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107144340478651014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107144340478651014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107144340478651014' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-107127254820927975</id><published>2003-12-13T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T07:47:52.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its wierd how sometimes, even good friends can turn into bitter enemies. One minute, they're joking, laughing, discussing about all the stupid things they've done. The next minute, they can't stand the sight of each other. I encountered such a situation recently. Unfortunately, I was the middle-man. I admit. It was getting to me. Having both parties talking about the other party in a bad way. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107127254820927975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107127254820927975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107127254820927975' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-107104823420230029</id><published>2003-12-10T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:24:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been blogging for a while. Having a hard time handling criticisms. God knows how many times I've been asked " So.. is it temporary or permanent?".  IT IS PERMANENT PEOPLE! GET THAT INTO THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS! People smirk at the mere mention of the word 'permanent'. And I honestly do not know why. I mean, I haven't been that bad. At least that's what I think. But anyway, the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107104823420230029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107104823420230029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107104823420230029' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-107072588739577870</id><published>2003-12-06T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T23:51:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that when a child/teenager is rude, they are being reprimanded and punished. But when an adult is rude, everyone acts as though nothing happens. By nature, children take the form of their parents. Who they are and what they become depends mostly on how they were treated and brought up. So my question is, if a child sees his father shouting to his grandfather, wouldn't he naturally think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107072588739577870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107072588739577870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107072588739577870' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-107067823875925280</id><published>2003-12-06T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T10:37:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gave up today. All of a sudden, there was nothing left to fight for. My dreams, my hopes, tarnished. I needed some time. I asked for it in the nicest possible way that I could. But unfortunately, all I got was verbal abuses hurled at me. I wanted to fight but my newborn responsibilty stopped me from doing so. So I kept quiet. One verbal abuse after another. Thrown to me at the speed of light. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107067823875925280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/107067823875925280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107067823875925280' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106971402877196436</id><published>2003-11-25T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T06:47:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Hari Raya morning.. and nothing beats a nice slow walk.. I love Hari Raya mornings (no.. not because of the fact that I might be getting some money soon :D). They always seem so different. The air smells different, my house looks different. I spent almost the whole day cleaning yesterday. And must say, it was well worth it. My house looks damn clean.. Almost dust-less. Anyway, will be going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106971402877196436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106971402877196436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106971402877196436' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106951310055565949</id><published>2003-11-22T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T22:58:27.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was walking around at Geylang with my mum just now. And I hated every minute of it. I usually enjoy spending time with my mum. She talks a whole lot of crap just like I do. But just now was an exception. There were so many people. I never knew that Singapore had such a huge population. People were pushing each other. Children (don't ask me why their parents brought them along) were crying. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106951310055565949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106951310055565949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106951310055565949' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106932850617814865</id><published>2003-11-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T19:41:52.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While I was sitting down at the A &amp; E just now, I looked around. Everyone had someone with them. Family.. friend. I looked at the empty seat beside me. Wish it wasn't empty. My mum had work to do and my brother was out with his friends. I looked around again. Saw a few couples. Got kinda jealous. But I guess there are times where I need to overcome on my own. And this is one of those times. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106932850617814865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106932850617814865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106932850617814865' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106930555943304850</id><published>2003-11-20T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T13:19:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a great time yesterday. Went to Al-Majlis.. ate mixed sausages.. smoked apple-mint sheesha ( this time it tastes different though. more apple less mint. yuck.. but what the hell!).. hanged out with a few friends.... met my old friends.. waited 45 minutes for a taxi (now this is not fun..)... had a good chat with the taxi driver on the way home.. came home.. had a nice hot bath.. sat on my bed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106930555943304850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106930555943304850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106930555943304850' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106918966230749070</id><published>2003-11-19T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T05:09:58.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning, I dreamt that my grandmother passed away. Now I'm really worried. I know it's just a dream and all.. but my grandma and I share a unique bonding. It's a bond that even me and my mum won't be able to establish. She my grandmother. I respect her a lot. But at the same time, she's my friend and my mum. I hate feeling troubled cos everytime I do, something happens to her. The last time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106918966230749070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106918966230749070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106918966230749070' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106914161136590692</id><published>2003-11-18T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:46:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a few more days to the Big day.. which means a few more days to Dooms day too. Sometimes I can so paranoid. Haven't even gotten my results yet and I'm already thinking of excuses to prevent my mum from looking at my result slip. But then again, better to be safe than sorry. I'm not hoping for much. 3 Cs would be good enough. I'm so bored!! Got nothing to do at home. I've cleaned up my room, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106914161136590692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106914161136590692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106914161136590692' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106899499903916671</id><published>2003-11-16T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:03:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay.. Before you people start reading this, I warn you that this post is god-damn long. Don't believe me? Scroll down to see how long it is. So think twice before you start reading it ya! And I would like it if you read it all the way to the end. Get to know me better.. (Btw King.. beat this long entry! :P)I woke up early this morning to find myself hugging my penguin doll. The first thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106899499903916671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106899499903916671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106899499903916671' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106896064501081878</id><published>2003-11-16T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T13:30:50.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry guys.. haven't been updating my blog for quite a while. Been very busy these past few days. There's a lot of housework to do. Apart from that, I also have to start baking some cookies for Hari Raya. At first, I was quite excited over this coming Hari Raya. But as time passes by, my excitement just.. well.. died. Time passes by so quickly nowadays. We muslims have been fasting for 20 days </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106896064501081878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106896064501081878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106896064501081878' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106840805552423209</id><published>2003-11-10T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T04:01:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am.. at 3.55 am in the morning.. in front of my pc when I should be sleeping. I just read King's blog.. and man was it depressing. What's more depressing is that I've run out of snickers!! Waaaaaaaa!!!! And I just got to know that Mu'izz's mum bought him a pack of ciggies.. Must ask her for 4 numbers... can buy 4D.. sure strike one.. anyone wanna share? anyway.. these past few days, i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106840805552423209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106840805552423209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106840805552423209' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106822263098147124</id><published>2003-11-07T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T00:34:43.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's following me.. I can feel it!!</title><summary type='text'>Through out my life, I've been to numorous bbqs and met a whole lot of pple. So i guess it is normal to bump into someone who I met at the bbq but totally forgot. But somehow, I'll always remember them... well.. at least their faces. But an incident hapened a few days ago which totally freaked me out. The thing is.. me, my darling and a bunch of good friends are working on a website.. just to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106822263098147124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106822263098147124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106822263098147124' title='Someone&apos;s following me.. I can feel it!!'/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106813420055571080</id><published>2003-11-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T23:56:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spent the whole day at home today. I miss my home. I was always out. Never really saw the ambience of my house in broad daylight. Well, today I did.. and I miss it! The whole day I was at my computer designing stuff for Penguin Bloodlust (for all you people who don't know, Penguin Bloodlust is another site that my friends and I are working on. Its actually nonsense. We just had nothing better to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106813420055571080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106813420055571080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106813420055571080' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106795938074807253</id><published>2003-11-04T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T09:23:19.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more exams!! At least for the next few months...</title><summary type='text'>Woohoo! No more exams for at least the next few months! Never felt better! Suprisingly, I was quite cheerful even after completing my ELIT paper yesterday. Gotta admit.. I thought I was gonna flunk it. But it was quite alright. Not as tough as I thought it would be. I was kinda worried cos I didn't study for the last chapter. Guess I'm kinda lucky since only 2 pathetic questions were based on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106795938074807253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106795938074807253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795938074807253' title='No more exams!! At least for the next few months...'/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106761006549467305</id><published>2003-10-31T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T22:25:03.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm proud of myself..</title><summary type='text'>2 down.. One more to go. No more audio... I hope. I'm sick and tired of audio. First, there was DAUD(Digital Audio). At first it was fun. The first time I got to play with a real keyboard!! Then, came MMMI(Music Materials and MIDI). Still quite fun since I was under Micheal Spicer. Nice guy. He never really cares if you listen to him and yet would still help you with you assignment.. even at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106761006549467305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106761006549467305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106761006549467305' title='I&apos;m proud of myself..'/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106751963088669463</id><published>2003-10-30T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T21:15:37.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So embarassing!!</title><summary type='text'>Damn. I was so embarrased just now when the bus driver had to wake me up from my beauty sleep. I was having a great sleep in the bus when suddenly I felt someone shaking me violently. This was followed by a "Girl, you don't want to go home har?". When I was finally wide awake, I realised that I had overshot my bus stop...by far. Man, how can this be? I ALWAYS get up on time! ALWAYS!! WITHOUT FAIL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106751963088669463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106751963088669463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106751963088669463' title='So embarassing!!'/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106734648251608417</id><published>2003-10-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T21:08:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright! One down.. 2 more to go. Finally finished up my CANI today.. Woohoo! What a load off my shoulders! Should be able to finish up AAUP by Friday at most. And then, its time to mug for my ELIT paper. Mu'izz is expecting an A for my ELIT. Feel kinda pressured. Honestly, I don't mind getting a B or a C even. I mean, think about it. Give an IT student a law module (Ethics and Law of IT). It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106734648251608417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106734648251608417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106734648251608417' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106708073065525917</id><published>2003-10-25T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T19:24:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got up at six this morning to be able to reach school by 08:30. It was tough(getting up at six I mean) considering the fact that I couldn't sleep well last night. Anyway, I reached Commonwealth(which was like ten minutes away from school) at around 08:00. I was quite happy that I reached there earlier than I expected. Thought of getting some breakfast. So I called up my friends to ask where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106708073065525917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106708073065525917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106708073065525917' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106691289419655288</id><published>2003-10-23T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T20:41:33.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was sitting down at the canteen just now together with Jes, Dawn, Kent and Cheryl. Been quite some time since I last saw Dawn. I only realised how much I missed her when I saw her. Its nice to know that everyone's still the same and that we are able to communicate the way we used to. It shows that we're really good friends. We were updating each other on our lives and that was when I noticed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106691289419655288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106691289419655288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106691289419655288' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106682915534328199</id><published>2003-10-22T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:33:17.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, look at the time, already 6.. I slept the whole day away. But i guess it's understandable since I'm on medication. I just realised that if I take my medicine on time, 3 times a day, I'll be sleeping the day away. Oh well, how often do I get to do that? So, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. But the best benefit that I got from this flu has got to be my one week off school. Woohoo! No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106682915534328199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106682915534328199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106682915534328199' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106674067828279968</id><published>2003-10-21T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:51:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is officially the worse day of my life! I've never felt so sick. For the first time, my temperature exceeds 38.1 degrees. Today, it went all the way up to 39.4 degrees. Well, I guess this is God's way of punishing me for all the things I've done. But come to think of it, today was a good day. Great day in fact. I've never felt so loved. Everyone's calling me to ask how I'm doing. My mum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106674067828279968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106674067828279968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106674067828279968' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922635.post-106674064787126478</id><published>2003-10-20T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T19:25:38.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey.. This is my first time writing on an online blog so pardon me for being lame and stuff. Anyway, everyone around me seems to have an online diary. Kinda got me thinking, "What's up with that??". So I myself decided to give it a try. I created an account and my dear guy designed the site for me. Yeah yeah.. I know I'm an I'm an IT student but hell.. I totally forgot everything about HTML. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106674064787126478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5922635/posts/default/106674064787126478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linntodak.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106674064787126478' title=''/><author><name>LiNN</name><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></entry></feed>
