<?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-5762608</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:53:32.497+08:00</updated><category term='Family'/><category term='dinners'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Daily rantings'/><category term='videos'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='school'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='v day'/><category term='life'/><category term='personality test'/><category term='kukup'/><category term='people'/><category term='read-worthy'/><category term='results'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Temasek'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='exchange'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>line line line</title><subtitle type='html'>this blog is my personal diary,a place for my to write about my day, my thoughts and feelings about people, things and events.
please do not feel offended by the stuff i write here, nor judge me for them :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>car0line</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>722</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-783572517757447385</id><published>2010-12-14T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:21:08.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shooting stars like aeroplanes</title><summary type='text'>i saw a grand total of 39 shooting stars tonight. in 3 intervals. and i made wishes for a good 36 of them? wishes for all the special people around me. amongst them,
i wished that your wishes would come true.
and i wished that someday you will be wishing for me too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/783572517757447385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=783572517757447385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/783572517757447385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/783572517757447385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-saw-grand-total-of-39-shooting-stars.html' title='shooting stars like aeroplanes'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-4969588466949849039</id><published>2010-12-05T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:07:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when snowflakes fall, I wish you love</title><summary type='text'>I woke up to soft fluffy snowflakes descending from the sky, taking their own floaty time to fall to the ground. The ground was cover by a thick sheet of white snow, the sort of comfy snow that you could lie in and feel warm and happy.
next to me I had awesome company, people who have been so tired from all the fun and excitement the past two days - they were still sound asleep.
I'll miss days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/4969588466949849039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=4969588466949849039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4969588466949849039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4969588466949849039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-snowflakes-fall-i-wish-you-love.html' title='when snowflakes fall, I wish you love'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-8230789087410584087</id><published>2010-12-02T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:22:31.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>potato chips.
stickers.
rose.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8230789087410584087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=8230789087410584087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8230789087410584087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8230789087410584087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/12/calbee-potato-chips.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-8477130531735829891</id><published>2010-11-30T07:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T07:49:11.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31.</title><summary type='text'>before you become a stranger. Its my decision to (try to) walk away. so that before you have a chance to walk out of my life, I can at least leave first. But I would like to be there for you, to listen to you talk when you need someone. Maybe i will just appear when things go wrong.To tell you that things will be okay.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8477130531735829891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=8477130531735829891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8477130531735829891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8477130531735829891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/11/31.html' title='31.'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-761484123054860819</id><published>2010-11-25T07:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T07:42:14.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was one of the best days of my life, there was a hell lot of snow, snow so thick we had to waddle though them, and have snow fights. The snow gleamed in the light like diamonds.We fought together, jumped together.I'm Treasuring the small happy moments. Small darn happy moments.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/761484123054860819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=761484123054860819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/761484123054860819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/761484123054860819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-was-one-of-best-days-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2801285519872073477</id><published>2010-10-21T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:32:48.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after spending 9days mostly alone, I'm going home. But surprisingly I'm not really excited about it.. I'm looking forward to the comfort, but I'm not really sure if its going to be really comfortable.If I tell a tale and lie to the whole world, would that make me believe too?at some point in time when I couldn't sleep last night, I actually wondered about the consequences of missing my flight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2801285519872073477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2801285519872073477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2801285519872073477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2801285519872073477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-spending-9days-mostly-alone-im.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-377959045613303316</id><published>2010-10-09T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:46:13.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like i cant breathe. its so painful im almost suffocating.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/377959045613303316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=377959045613303316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/377959045613303316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/377959045613303316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-i-cant-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7038727837360765384</id><published>2010-09-24T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:05:47.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oktoberfest!</title><summary type='text'>ok, i have been away from home for almost two months already. surprisingly, im not a single bit homesick. Maybe sometimes, i miss the food and the cheap prices. and the comfort of being at home, where the people around me are people whom i have been around with for the past like 21 years. but im coping really well, i believe. :)I wish i had the discipline to start bloogging the moment i was in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7038727837360765384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7038727837360765384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7038727837360765384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7038727837360765384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/09/oktoberfest.html' title='oktoberfest!'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-1952384240154599442</id><published>2010-08-01T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T06:26:19.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning 21</title><summary type='text'>i know this is gonna be so so damm freaking outdated, probably long time ago that it has kind of removed itself from alot of ppl's memory but im gonna talk about my birthday. haha. better late than never! anyway its like the only birthday party of my life that i can remember, apart from those really long ago 3 or 4 year old birthday mini parties i had with the family. this was one gathering (more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1952384240154599442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=1952384240154599442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1952384240154599442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1952384240154599442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/08/turning-21.html' title='turning 21'/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/TILGIO2_lCI/AAAAAAAABKY/vnCpEBOkWz0/s72-c/iloveline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2776307171057205257</id><published>2010-06-02T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:17:18.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exchange'/><title type='text'>2 months</title><summary type='text'>two more months.. to spending (practically) the rest of 2010 in europe :Dif you haent been out with me for a while, you probably cannot imagine myjoy and excitement. i think about it most of the time. i started reading up on europe, on touring around europe, bookmarked many of the webpages concerning the norwegian language and oslo. when im out shopping i keep a lookout for colour basics that i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2776307171057205257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2776307171057205257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2776307171057205257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2776307171057205257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-months.html' title='2 months'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-4768277271345654955</id><published>2010-05-06T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:00:31.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i thought i totally screwed things up last night. the thought was reallly scary. like more scary than watching juechen falling asleep while holding his puke bag and eyes wide open. but then i did not. i think i didn't at least. and im really really happy. and i came to a conclusion. i'll quit drinking. HAH ok im kidding. but im not going to fall for the birthday thing and ask for more. i must be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/4768277271345654955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=4768277271345654955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4768277271345654955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4768277271345654955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-thought-i-totally-screwed-things-up.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7475853883948957861</id><published>2010-04-30T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:54:59.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i suddenly had a epihany moment today. i think choosing a wallet is like, choosing a husband. or rather, like falling in love. and it occured to me when i was collecting my wallet from repair. when it was handed over to me, it looked old and aged, its been through alot with me, saw me spending so much money hahahah. and i wondered, how in the world and why did i fork out so much for that wallet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7475853883948957861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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someones stepping on the invisible tail that i have got and i cannot get it to go away. finally "stepped on your tail" seems to make sense. i feel like screaming very very loudly. or go run until i feel so tired. and sleep.but got no time. 2213 helpsheet is killing me. i can feel my fingers sore and numb trying to write so small. and my eyes going crosseyed cos so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/5578715363425889942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=5578715363425889942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5578715363425889942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5578715363425889942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/04/zzz.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2170379387468506</id><published>2010-04-28T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:53:47.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, when we cant decide, we toss a coin. i often do that too.a friend's friend once said, if u toss a coin, and when u look at the result in doubt, you already have an answer in your head. how true is that. exactly fits qinghongs theory about me asking for opinions when im buying stuff. hahaha. he complained that whenever i asked red or blue, i already have an answer, i just needed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2170379387468506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2170379387468506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2170379387468506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2170379387468506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-when-we-cant-decide-we-toss.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-1594839357544176564</id><published>2010-04-24T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:09:13.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay one paper down. but i feel like my exams are like over and done with! haha! im so caught up with jiu xiang lai e ni. like seriously. i guess its been a long time since i have watched such lovey sappy taiwan dramas. but its always nice, to take a break from your life. and pretend u are in some parts of the drama. cry with them when they are sad and laugh when funnny things happy. and feel your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1594839357544176564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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school and your schoolmates to MUG. to learn everything that you did in this semester and the fate will be determined in four separate days, two hours each. i mean, my fate. oh well how can i complain. i should embrace it. sleep eat study eat study run eat tv sleep. times 21. LOL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2593488879692420190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2593488879692420190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2593488879692420190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2593488879692420190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/04/woooooooo-its-holidayss-ok-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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feeling. today i saw someone smile. my heart jumped. and like a 1000 butterflies started flying in my tummy. then i instantly felt sad and scared. since when, and why did i fall for someone so impossible.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/880246357071979350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=880246357071979350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/880246357071979350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/880246357071979350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-very-long-time-i-never-had-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i did not abandon my blog! im here to make it alive again, in the midst of all my tests. blogging and facebooking and watching the tv and doing everything else taht is not relevant to schoolwork and pulling up my grades is always the best things to do when you are having a paper the next day, and 3 papers with 2 assignments due the following week :/ ok that was an awesomely long sentence, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7830461817244005189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7830461817244005189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7830461817244005189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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own radar and filter through to check if they are lying or not. then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/6507455606239910025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=6507455606239910025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6507455606239910025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6507455606239910025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-rather-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-878987918243191858</id><published>2010-01-14T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:58:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 days after christmas</title><summary type='text'>I received my one and only christmas card for 2009. Not that I always celebrate christmas or receive cards. But I had one which was really short and simple, yet the message and the card, in my opinion really celebrated love and friendship. Thank you dear for the card. :) really appreciate it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/878987918243191858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=878987918243191858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/878987918243191858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/878987918243191858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/01/19-days-after-christmas.html' title='19 days after christmas'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-5692547950675980283</id><published>2010-01-01T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:05:10.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye 2009 hello 2010!</title><summary type='text'>2009 is definitely one of the most memorable years I've had. flew by like crazy but also seems like an extremely long journey. Okay that's very ironic but kinda makes sense to me.. To sum it up. In 2009 Icrashed two times.experienced two new countries, taiwan and nepal.death of my dearest and closest grannywent through many xrays, 1 mri and 1 major surgerywas dead drunk onceturned twenty, no more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/5692547950675980283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=5692547950675980283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5692547950675980283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5692547950675980283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-2009-hello-2010.html' title='bye 2009 hello 2010!'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-1681519252265058722</id><published>2009-12-29T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:06:23.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i would like to take mywords back. maybe i am starting to believe again. :)christmas was awesome. the whole weekend was spent with the gang. din really countdown but spent the last few moments of 24thdec and the first few hours [4 for me, like 7 for the guys] prawning at ecp. my idea. lol. but it was quite fun i caught quite a big prawn :D then on xmas we mahjonged. on sunday also mahjong</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1681519252265058722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=1681519252265058722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1681519252265058722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1681519252265058722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-i-would-like-to-take-mywords.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-1918177160476013394</id><published>2009-12-25T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:40:07.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taiwan</title><summary type='text'>taiwan trip was pretty awesome. I think it more or less was what I expected - after like four months of discussions and murmuring during lectures about it. there was quite a lot of shopping. Quite a bit of eating and nai chaing. And Some sightseeing.the company of people was rather fun and we kinda cracked a lot of jokes along the way. but no doubt there were also quite a lot of unhappiness and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1918177160476013394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=1918177160476013394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1918177160476013394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1918177160476013394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/12/taiwan.html' title='taiwan'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-466823524542574740</id><published>2009-12-23T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:14:32.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because i will remember need to remember how i trusted and fell so hardso im not going there again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/466823524542574740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=466823524542574740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/466823524542574740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/466823524542574740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-i-will-remember-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7483094990714554841</id><published>2009-12-03T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:15:05.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>its been a long while</title><summary type='text'>its kinda hard blogging with facebook present. everyone barely updates anymore, even myself because facebook is almost equivalent to life. probably even more, because you can never know what your friend has done unless she blogs it down, but with facebook - all the status updates and pictures and shoutouts plus the presence of twitter has made blogging really useless in my opinion. but i shall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7483094990714554841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7483094990714554841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7483094990714554841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7483094990714554841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-long-while.html' title='its been a long while'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-4346330601902700561</id><published>2009-10-16T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:58:05.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think you deserved itBut u got itI thought u deserved itAnd you got itthis is life man.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/4346330601902700561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=4346330601902700561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4346330601902700561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4346330601902700561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-think-you-deserved-it-but-u-got_16.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-4866584184511497350</id><published>2009-10-16T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:58:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think you deserved itBut u got itI thought u deserved itAnd you got itthis is life man.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/4866584184511497350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=4866584184511497350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4866584184511497350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4866584184511497350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-think-you-deserved-it-but-u-got.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-8031308844785308590</id><published>2009-10-12T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:04:40.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brother</title><summary type='text'>I think my brother is awfully brave. Because right now he is w like ten other people, all older than him, and they have known each other before today, and he's learning capoeira from them. I would definitely have chickened out. I wonder how it is going..But I also wish its ending I'm so tired I wanna go home:(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8031308844785308590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=8031308844785308590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8031308844785308590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8031308844785308590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-brother.html' title='my brother'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-5424414461828643195</id><published>2009-10-09T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:31:55.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when something big, something exciting or something bad happens to you. i think the people who you first turn to and tell them are those who really matter, people who really know you. because then you know that the words they say and the advice they give are the most accurate since they know you best.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/5424414461828643195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=5424414461828643195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2026457186713601799</id><published>2009-09-26T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:30:02.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 vs MidAutumn Festival</title><summary type='text'>ah i realise i have been spamming my blog recently. maybe i just need an outlet to talk to. hahaha how pathetic does that sound. anyway next friday would be ba yue zhong qiu. the midautumn festival once again.earlier this week, i was actually looking at all the F1 shows advertisement, and being spammed by emails and messages in facebook about all the F1 parties with extremely expensive covers and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2026457186713601799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>想你有時會缺氧嘴角不自覺上揚這是不是幸福的現象胸口微微的發燙想你有時會缺氧臉紅呼吸不正常這是不是幸福的症狀不知不覺又缺氧</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1395200357944217803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=1395200357944217803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1395200357944217803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1395200357944217803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-6629209020271404866</id><published>2009-09-23T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:42:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we rest, so we can travel further</title><summary type='text'>tonight dinner w the family was rather funny. we were exchanging the vulgarities that we knew. haha. its recess week but its flying too fast. seriously. im just looking forward to elearning week. hahaha. quite evil but well cant help it. i really hate travelling to and fro school! ive been treasureing my recess week trying to study. but quite hard cos i seem to be needing ALOT of sleep.on a side </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/6629209020271404866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i felt very miserable and alone. its times like those, i wondered about the many points in life when i made a decision, if it was a wrong one. if i were to retrace my steps and choose again, how different would life be?i think its also these times that reminds me not to be too trusting, to be too dependent. and then i go back hiding in my own four walls again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2566383511102176661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2566383511102176661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2566383511102176661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2566383511102176661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/09/route-less-taken.html' title='the route less taken'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-609645810352618575</id><published>2009-09-05T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:31:43.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28days past!</title><summary type='text'>i typed a pretty long post, like earlier this week but sadly it got lost in the net. so here i am typing another one, though not similar anymore. its been 4 weeks of school! 2 more weeks to recess, and like less than 10 weeks to the december holidays, then its taiwan!! im pretty excited about school this sem, cos like my modules are those i carefully chose and plan to make my timetable as nice as</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2722460474312935189</id><published>2009-07-31T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:46:02.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its quite funny if you think about it. an incision can take like 2 weeks to heal, just stitch it back,put a dressing over and rest alot.how come it isnt the same for all other issues that hurts?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2722460474312935189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2722460474312935189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2722460474312935189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2722460474312935189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-quite-funny-if-you-think-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7686243123989889884</id><published>2009-07-30T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:10:38.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the road to recovery</title><summary type='text'>tonight after a super gao dinner at vivo marche, leo brought qh and i to the nice work place to see see look look. i remember last last week, just a few days before my operation and they wanted to head there after dinner but we din go in the end cos i could barely walk. im really glad i manage to go today, being able to walk from vivo all the way the keppel bay area - its abt a ten to fifteen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7686243123989889884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7686243123989889884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7686243123989889884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7686243123989889884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-to-recovery.html' title='the road to recovery'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-3830805807349295736</id><published>2009-07-19T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:03:02.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow!</title><summary type='text'>man my operation is tomorrow. finally gave up the fight against operations and decided to go for the operation because im really unable to stand straight anymore and the pain is like ultimate. walking is limited to like twenty steps i think. im damm scare. anyone who knew me from long before surely know of my fear of needles. now im gonna be poked, cut open and be put on drip! somemore no food </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/3830805807349295736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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pain my feet was feeling after a night of partying in highheels. Or from a stomach upset. Or from running or swimming too much, or from a gym session if I pushed myself to go beyond the usual routine.But now.. Pain has been such a common feeling. Its an everyday thing already. The massive and unbearable pain in my whole right leg. And pain in my back that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8109189996669849843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=8109189996669849843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8109189996669849843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8109189996669849843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/07/beyond-threshold.html' title='beyond the threshold'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-8187216997194726201</id><published>2009-06-20T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:36:20.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to nepal and back</title><summary type='text'>im back!!its been so long man, project angels over. 22 days in nepal, it was long memorable and hell of a journey i must say. totally different from cambodia, totally new and refreshing! i learnt alot and saw alot, there were alot of issues and incidents- and from each of them i found out more about relationship, leadership, friendship, the culture there, the people there and even about myself. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8187216997194726201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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since i updated. and it will be another month before i come back here to write. things have been moving really fast after grannys funeral. the family's kind of torn apart due to some trivial issues that dont even concern assets. funny how weak family ties can be. apart from that, there were the exams and pre exams mugging and post exams enjoyment. like alot of mahjong and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/3615209377761352588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=3615209377761352588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3615209377761352588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3615209377761352588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-angel-xi.html' title='project angel XI'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-6029825419362563629</id><published>2009-04-14T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:55:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone who loved me with all her heart</title><summary type='text'>and tonight, she lost the battle and left. its been a long struggle, with stroke diabetes highblood heart attacks and infections. for almost 9 months we have been, as a family, in and out of the hospitals and spending weekends at the moral home visiting her. im glad that tonight, my dad was at her bedside while she took her last breathe. i havent seen her yet, i will see her tmr morning. i havent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/6029825419362563629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=6029825419362563629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6029825419362563629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6029825419362563629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-who-loved-me-with-all-her-heart.html' title='someone who loved me with all her heart'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-4193262153367943369</id><published>2009-04-12T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:09:16.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dun think u wanna read the text below. ;/</title><summary type='text'>sigh.. its late on a sunday night, and once again im trying to rush out assignments. i flip all 7 chapters of probability by Yannis fucking Y. but no, no clues at all to doing all the 4 questions. this is seriously owning me upside down, and probablity paper is the first paper [on the 25th] yayness. seriously makes me wonder, so is this what an education is about? where u go the the exam knowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/4193262153367943369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>tonight was a nice chill night, spend w a few friends at orchard over good [and cheap, literally no cost] food! made me kinda nostalgic thinking about the past.suddenly i miss vj quite a bit. miss spending alot of time with miss tall and talking about guys and schoolwork and how our lives are gonna shape out to be. i miss te days where we got high on breezers and placed silly bets on them. those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/5127921905482920725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=5127921905482920725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5127921905482920725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5127921905482920725'/><link rel='alternate' 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And like enough work to last me one whole year! Mygod go caroline go! Work harder sleep less!!! Ohhh did I mention,APRIL SHALL BE ALCOHOL FREE!:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/4313870460221028756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=4313870460221028756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4313870460221028756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4313870460221028756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown.html' title='the countdown'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-935227210870178439</id><published>2009-03-23T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:02:42.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the double digit week begins</title><summary type='text'>OOOOHHHH itss exactly a monthsince i last blogged! hah life's been good, hectic and tiring but i've been happy. the holidays flew past like nobody's business, and i was a good girl i din club at all [lesson learnt from last sem when i clubbed like 3 nights out of my recess week] and i studied, quite a bit. the mid terms were, well difficult and not very doable as usual. alot of smoking thru. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/935227210870178439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=935227210870178439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/935227210870178439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/935227210870178439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/03/double-digit-week-begins.html' title='the double digit week begins'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-9206471207617314996</id><published>2009-02-23T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:57:53.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS!</title><summary type='text'>YAYY THERE IS NO SCHOOL THIS WEEEK!wooohoo. okayy its supposed to be a study break, but well whole of wed is taken by perfume project and project angel. toniht is voices concert and thurs is 4 rounds of mahjong! kk the remaining time i shall study :Dspeaking of which i have about 2 months left to end of term and my birthday. two big goals that im working towards. hahahahahaha. only two months!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/9206471207617314996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=9206471207617314996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/9206471207617314996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/9206471207617314996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/02/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7467286686408024651</id><published>2009-02-09T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:10:36.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahaha here i am blogging at 10am bcos i jsut woke up. because i din go to school for the mvc lecture. because i played mj till 2 last night.speaking of which i finally played mahjong with the gang last night! meeting up was good. so was the blackjack and 2 rounds of mahjong. i wished we had more time though. i think i cant catch up anymore. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7467286686408024651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7467286686408024651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7467286686408024651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7467286686408024651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahaha-here-i-am-blogging-at-10am-bcos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-1798371026312768652</id><published>2009-01-29T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:47:13.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of fun(d) raising</title><summary type='text'>Dear all,as i was deleting my sms. Each sms contained strange things we did in less than a month, namely. asking your love onesto buy pineapple tarts. asking your friends to donate to your pledge cards, the massive tax evasion act from larkin (tart smuggling). Making honey comb cookies, packing potatoes, car washing, our tickling act, caroline's orgasmic reactions, and many more to come. Let this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1798371026312768652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=1798371026312768652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1798371026312768652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1798371026312768652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-of-fund-raising.html' title='the start of fun(d) raising'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-4076431339421136018</id><published>2009-01-15T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:26:53.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming of dreams becoming reality</title><summary type='text'>if i could do a dance a cheeer on the train today, i would. and i couldnt help grinning at any random stranger, its like a twitch at the side of my mouth that i cant stop having. i havent felt so much joy for so long. when you get this happy glowy bubble balancing within the insides of yourself and you just wanna tell the whole world.that was how a few smses made me feel. hurhur.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/4076431339421136018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=4076431339421136018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4076431339421136018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4076431339421136018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming-of-dreams-becoming-reality.html' title='dreaming of dreams becoming reality'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-3326456971602790072</id><published>2009-01-08T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:37:54.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a good laugh, the joke's on me.</title><summary type='text'>the past few days i nuaed so much at home, i cant believe like school starts next week. woah. imagine all the tutorial lcture meeting tutorial netball routine. and the 3 hours journey to and fro school. double woah. AND i just realise i was suppose to collect my A level cert this week! sighh.but well, ive enjoyed the past few days, i read back like some of the entries i wrote this yhear. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/3326456971602790072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=3326456971602790072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3326456971602790072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3326456971602790072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-good-laugh-jokes-on-me.html' title='have a good laugh, the joke&apos;s on me.'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7026029064212903630</id><published>2008-12-30T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:41:51.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye 2008, welcome 2009!</title><summary type='text'>in exactly 26 hours time 2008 will draw to a close like how the fireworks will leave the night sky and 2009 begins.2008 has been a crazy journey, and it feels so extremely long. like there were 665 days to it or something like that. lets see jan was alot of bumming around, and i started working in standchart. feb was spent working too. and then quitting on the job to work at halogen. for like 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7026029064212903630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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counting</title><summary type='text'>so far, so good. but the butterflies in my stomach still flutter [like crazy] with each passing thought.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8030113833672001083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=8030113833672001083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8030113833672001083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8030113833672001083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-days-and-counting.html' title='8 days and counting'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-8695618407000660546</id><published>2008-11-16T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:00:23.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman youu! :)</title><summary type='text'>breathe freedom my dear.. my turn in 2 weeks time!MASS ORGYhahaha our barbeque dinner to celebrate darrens birthday. and the end of juechens exams. and the start of shuyus and my exams. :)it was fun. food was not bad. drinks were nice but no ice! darren was the driver. freaking funny the way we squeezed inside, cam whored, videos funny stuff, read the street directory, and watching darren rape </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8695618407000660546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=8695618407000660546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8695618407000660546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8695618407000660546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/11/superman-youu.html' title='superman youu! :)'/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/SSAX-QFirGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/p6rJxPXWKz8/s72-c/angelina+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2007881718581176061</id><published>2008-11-10T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:26:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck physics</title><summary type='text'>i give up. on my physics. i just slammed all my notes into the file and shove them into my bag. the tests 10 hours later. and i know that i do now know more than half of the work that is going to be tested. where did the fighting spirit in me go to?where where where?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2007881718581176061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2007881718581176061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2007881718581176061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2007881718581176061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuck-physics.html' title='fuck physics'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-4316721761218246739</id><published>2008-11-04T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:51:23.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the wrong places</title><summary type='text'>today i finally had a break. i left school at 4pm, dinner in hand and headed home. reached home at a record 5pm. i never seem to get home earlier than 8pm usually, no matter what time i end school, cos i'll probbaly be studying outside/giving tuition/meeting someone for some reasons/out till late. it was nice, i just laid down at the living room and watched tv. i happen to watch this korean drama</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/4316721761218246739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=4316721761218246739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4316721761218246739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4316721761218246739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-wrong-places.html' title='all the wrong places'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-5213365107761725346</id><published>2008-11-01T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:25:25.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first halloween.</title><summary type='text'>halloween was very very fun. first time celebrating it, and i went full force man. partied from like 11pm all the way and came home and totally crashed on the bed at 6am? it was a greattt night. millions of photos taken, talked to like all the most random people who also wore costumes, and had alottt of alcohol. of cos, i also had the best company of casper that friendly ghost :)thank god for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/5213365107761725346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=5213365107761725346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5213365107761725346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5213365107761725346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-halloween.html' title='my first halloween.'/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/SQxzMcmcshI/AAAAAAAAAzU/O98LPf-6xHA/s72-c/31102008573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2759565469124781821</id><published>2008-10-29T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:14:29.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy for halloweeeen</title><summary type='text'>ARGH i sprained my ankle last night. and now its slightly swell. ohno ohno ohno ohno this is the happening weekend. I DUN WANNA BE A MUMMY FOR HALLOWEEN :(should i go to the sinseh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2759565469124781821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2759565469124781821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2759565469124781821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2759565469124781821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/mummy-for-halloweeeen.html' title='mummy for halloweeeen'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-8978084709800178274</id><published>2008-10-19T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:19:45.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up, dreams over!</title><summary type='text'>the sweetest thing someone said to me in a long time"ive spectacle hut voucher, you want me to pass it to you so you can pass it to him?"and i feel so much better already, thank you for the loves who stood by me and gave some advice. i guess, i will just see how things goes from here? :)this week's been greattt.ive had a long week which seems like forever.we are one more week closer to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8978084709800178274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=8978084709800178274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8978084709800178274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8978084709800178274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/wake-up-dreams-over.html' title='wake up, dreams over!'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-4794104709238808523</id><published>2008-10-17T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:13:01.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a subtle NO, dont i get it?</title><summary type='text'>im freaking tired. since sunday night i have been sleeping at 1 plus 2 plus in the morning, and waking up at like 6 to go to scool. even today when classes started at 10 my dad also woke me up at 6 cos he din know. haiz. dinnering at like 11 plus every night is definitely gonna kill me.  i feel like a rubber band, being stretched until its almost beyond my limit. i need a break.i wanna go on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/4794104709238808523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=4794104709238808523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4794104709238808523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/4794104709238808523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-was-subtle-no-dont-i-get-it.html' title='it was a subtle NO, dont i get it?'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-3504277299950514840</id><published>2008-10-12T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:57:35.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im gonna miss this</title><summary type='text'>do we look alike? hahaha. my long lost twin maybehamzah, bartender. and us. an upsized tequila shot. FOC. drinking it made me tear siah.my love &lt;3lekans and i at zoukk! k study. :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/3504277299950514840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=3504277299950514840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3504277299950514840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3504277299950514840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-gonna-miss-this.html' title='im gonna miss this'/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/SPGs83BWjdI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HU1_hp8h5Y0/s72-c/11102008474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-3404240785838689222</id><published>2008-10-11T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:46:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not a clubbing girl</title><summary type='text'>heres one conversation i had with faqeh today.faqeh: housewife where you at?me: outram going to ecp to meet my friend. why?faqeh: i swear thats the tamest way ive heard you;re spending your weekend so far. grrr. im not a partyy animal. im gonna wear glasses to school soon. and be like an ahtiong and study like a nerdddddd. watch me man!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/3404240785838689222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=3404240785838689222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3404240785838689222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3404240785838689222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-clubbing-girl.html' title='im not a clubbing girl'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-5592909803970839647</id><published>2008-10-11T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:09:39.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><summary type='text'>gifts from taiwan, from jaytee. we just need some lemonn now man!and another gift from taiwan from woonloong, so sweet la this thing. using lettuce/cabbageand salt garlic and chilli powderi made kimchi in school today! nope not taking any cookery module but its LSM1301. General bio. dun ask wads the kimchi for, cos i dun really know myself. hahaha.Some stuff i got from a Halogen meeting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/5592909803970839647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=5592909803970839647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5592909803970839647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5592909803970839647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/SO-H1eFtW1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/sEzoFt4Ia2Q/s72-c/05102008459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-6649130450855406011</id><published>2008-10-10T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:52:28.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing with fire</title><summary type='text'>how come everyone seems to think in that unison way. Like gimme the same set of advice. And all i wanna do is like e direct opposite of what they say.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/6649130450855406011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=6649130450855406011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6649130450855406011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6649130450855406011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-with-fire.html' title='playing with fire'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7070456878390085510</id><published>2008-10-07T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:04:02.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling like i need 13434141 tequilas</title><summary type='text'>Now I'm speechless, over the edge I'm just breathless I never thought that I'd catch this Lovebug again Hopeless, head over heels in the moment I never thought that I'd get hit by this Lovebug again I can't get your smile out of my mind [I can't get you out of my mind] I think about your eyes all the time i never expected all this, i got so addicted. and it made me happy.then i suddenly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7070456878390085510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7070456878390085510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7070456878390085510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7070456878390085510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-like-i-need-13434141-tequilas.html' title='feeling like i need 13434141 tequilas'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-6250645804323841438</id><published>2008-10-05T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:27:46.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant rant rant</title><summary type='text'>i REALLY hate it when people say something like see you soon, when deep down both of you know that its not gonna happen. ok i define soon as 2 weeks max. i know this is a kind of ke qi hua but dun say it [to me at least] unless u really mean it. someone grab hold of me fast im falllingggggggggggg.... =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/6250645804323841438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=6250645804323841438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6250645804323841438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6250645804323841438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-rant-rant.html' title='rant rant rant'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-6717437316454887836</id><published>2008-10-01T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:11:18.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello october</title><summary type='text'>im fucking tired. its a public holiday and yet i spent my morning giving tuition. and the rest of the day in hospital cos my grandma's condition worsen. from a mild stroke, now she din eat for 2 days and has dehydration and low blood pressure and high sugar level in the blood and a suspected case of heart attack. the doctors are hoping that her blood pressure doesnt drop further or else she will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/6717437316454887836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=6717437316454887836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6717437316454887836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/6717437316454887836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-october.html' title='hello october'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-1298457189260775523</id><published>2008-09-29T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:40:23.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been seven weeks already!!</title><summary type='text'>and i finally got a school bag! :) finally finally finally. maybe im gonna feel like a proper student now :)recess week was a blast. ladiess night was fantabulous and chivas live was dope.family time were greatt quality this week and i did a bit of shopping. a new pair of chineselaundry pumps and a new school bag! :) and i have been mugging with the remaining little free time i could squeeze out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1298457189260775523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=1298457189260775523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1298457189260775523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1298457189260775523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-seven-weeks-already.html' title='its been seven weeks already!!'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7552024016988351163</id><published>2008-09-23T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:47:54.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>warwick?</title><summary type='text'>tonight i went to the airport for 3 farewells. for royce chan, stephanie sim and yong long. to send them off with our best wishes as they three embark on a new journey of their lives to warwick. there were alot of people, quite a bit of tears shed, many photos taken and hugs given. and i kept wondering, if my family were rich enought to pay off for an education in the uk or if i got an A for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7552024016988351163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7552024016988351163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7552024016988351163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7552024016988351163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/09/warwick.html' title='warwick?'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2621751271193572672</id><published>2008-09-22T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:03:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on wealth</title><summary type='text'>recently finished a book, temptations by douglas kennedy.quite an interesting story about how someone can actually go out of track because of the lures of wealth, fame and power, to the extend of sacrificing his passion family and even his own happiness. a part of the book wrote..."$2 million a week as spending money. Did Fleck remember what it was like to worry about making the rent? Or having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2621751271193572672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2621751271193572672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2621751271193572672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2621751271193572672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-wealth.html' title='on wealth'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2101770469540125146</id><published>2008-09-12T09:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:37:08.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost halfway through september already..</title><summary type='text'>its september already! Two months to exams, Three months to the holidays! :) i cant believe this is how one sem goes. Feels even shorter than the terms in school la! Life's been pretty hectic. I play alot, lots of mahjong and clubbing and hanging out. And spend quite a bit of time mugging for the tests.I had my first test yesterday! It was that kuku music module. Ok i think i passed, thanks to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2101770469540125146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2101770469540125146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2101770469540125146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2101770469540125146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/09/almost-halfway-through-september.html' title='almost halfway through september already..'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-1076345907201966019</id><published>2008-09-04T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:36:32.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>negate desserts = stressed.</title><summary type='text'>shit man i feeel so shitty everytime i go to school. MA1100 is so confusing i dun understand a shit about all the negations and the converse and the conjunctions and all the proofs.MA1102R is equally sick with all the limits its way beyond my limit.SE2221 is probably the suckiest of all cos there is like 124141241 terms i need to know, by next fri test. and i cant even play the bloody gamelan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1076345907201966019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=1076345907201966019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1076345907201966019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1076345907201966019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/09/negate-desserts-stressed.html' title='negate desserts = stressed.'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-3765472727486056967</id><published>2008-09-02T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:08:49.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini and long weekends.</title><summary type='text'>i feel ecstatic today. like really really happy. because it has been a good day, my day started off really well. i was finally early for a ma1100 lecture. like its the 7th lecture and its the first time im on time. usually im like at least 20 mins late! hopefully it will be like this for the 8th, 9th and more lectures to come. i hate being late, i hate not being able to go up tt bloody 95. like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/3765472727486056967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=3765472727486056967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3765472727486056967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3765472727486056967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/09/mini-and-long-weekends.html' title='mini and long weekends.'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7439924443190628384</id><published>2008-08-27T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:48:35.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone.</title><summary type='text'>i keep thinking about whether i made the right choice, i feel so out of place and out of pace, like trying to squeeze into a place where i don't belong.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7439924443190628384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7439924443190628384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7439924443190628384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7439924443190628384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/08/alone.html' title='alone.'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-3886141494421511362</id><published>2008-08-25T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:20:27.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what will be will be?</title><summary type='text'>it was hell of a week. the weekends just ZOOM past like nothing, i only remember sleeping till like 12 on sat n sun :D and sleeping at like 4 plus on fri n sat! photos to tell the stories! all on facebook. :Dand...I BOUGHT A MAHJONG TABLE :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/3886141494421511362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=3886141494421511362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3886141494421511362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3886141494421511362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-will-be-will-be.html' title='what will be will be?'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-5724209974159472262</id><published>2008-08-16T04:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T04:39:40.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>icebreaking 101</title><summary type='text'>how do you start talking to a stranger..?mahjong sessions till 4am is so heavenly,i wish i can do it everyday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/5724209974159472262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=5724209974159472262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5724209974159472262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5724209974159472262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-do-you-start-talking-to-stranger.html' title='icebreaking 101'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-3659812343400790114</id><published>2008-08-12T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:59:01.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so a new journey begins..</title><summary type='text'>its been a hectic week. Part two of the camp was pretty fun. Monday was the incoming ceremony which was REALLY boring, which my og poned halfway to catch our movie. The tomb of the mummy was pretty good. Much better than indiana i must say. Tuesday was flag day, which was a really boring time. I hate flag days. Seriously. Wed was the start of the happening days. We poned some seminar and talks to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/3659812343400790114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=3659812343400790114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3659812343400790114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3659812343400790114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-so-new-journey-begins.html' title='and so a new journey begins..'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-5123562555594713583</id><published>2008-08-06T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:46.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love supper at midnights :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/5123562555594713583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=5123562555594713583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5123562555594713583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5123562555594713583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-supper-at-midnights.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/SJiTbBHT6LI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ego-5D4JtxI/s72-c/05082008218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-401752046570556301</id><published>2008-08-05T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:46.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the past week ive been in camp. orientation. it was mad, meeting new people, going for games, talking to strangers, bidding for modules, sleeping so late, waking up so early, sleeping in LTs, walking to NUH for suppers, burning in the sun. its been quite an experience. but its physically and emotionally very taxing. lots i would say, but probably not here. sunday was the long awaited break, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/401752046570556301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=401752046570556301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/401752046570556301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/401752046570556301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-past-week-ive-been-in-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/SJczbEUgaPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/6TeMk2nxtdM/s72-c/grp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2007880503940057659</id><published>2008-07-25T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:49:04.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>accupuncture</title><summary type='text'>i went for accupuncture today! the first time in my whole life, the guy stuck 6 needles into my thigh.now i think my hamstring injury has recovered! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2007880503940057659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2007880503940057659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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ohhhhmygod! and perhaps i should stop being so brave its not a very good thing sometimes. on a sidenote, i think there is that small slight possiblity that im just seeking the thrill of chasing for something very impossible. which makes me ponder about the things/people that i love/have once loved in life. its like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8601700059597736547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=8601700059597736547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8601700059597736547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8601700059597736547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-leap-and-letting-go-of-familiar.html' title='taking a leap and letting go of the familiar'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-527247061500292125</id><published>2008-07-21T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:13:07.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the search button</title><summary type='text'>facebook and friendster are indeed efficient. know someone's name, search it from there and you will quite likely to find what you wanted. a profile. some photos. some comments/wall posts.then you infer and infer and infer, and in the end you actually can know quite alot about a stranger! i wish it wasnt this efficient this time. i think im going mad.. im never gonna serve them again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/527247061500292125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=527247061500292125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/527247061500292125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/527247061500292125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/07/search-button.html' title='the search button'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-6810115767841637790</id><published>2008-07-15T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:47.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok some photos of the recent times. met the girls for shopping at orchard, it was an extremely tiring day as we walked and walked and walk. but i really like this picture cos of the effect of the lights :)after dinner at kfc and dessert at nydc, leo n qh joined us and we went clubbing at MOS and the arena, where they served lychee martinis without the lychee. big disappointment! then on another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/6810115767841637790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7125403886866841002</id><published>2008-07-04T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:17:25.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how the days go by..</title><summary type='text'>i think i am increduously lazy. acty no need the i think. just i am increduously lazy. and the lifestyle i lead now really owns me. lets see.mon night i slept at 1 plus. which is realy early cos i wanted to wake up early the next day to go for my nus checkup. and i had driving the next day.tues i woke up at 9 plus. decided i was too tired n i needed more sleep to focus on driving. so i din go for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7125403886866841002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7125403886866841002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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totally beats the a level result slip, even though i missed my goal. i thought i was going to fail. because in the circuit, i did the first 5 courses to perfection. no demerit pts or anything. then the tester asked me to leave for the roads. i was rather confused. then on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/9100903445126174590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=9100903445126174590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/9100903445126174590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/9100903445126174590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/07/steady-hands-take-wheels.html' title='steady hands take the wheels'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2849631438114643899</id><published>2008-07-01T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:14:30.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in search for my X chromosome</title><summary type='text'>i want to feel like a girl, and be treated like one. to have girlfriends to go shopping and manicures with, to gossip and go clubbing with. be loved and protected by a special someone, be showered with care and love and flowers and chocolates.why does it seem so far away?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2849631438114643899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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more things away from me, i already don have much left.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2578075644411047549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2578075644411047549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2578075644411047549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/2578075644411047549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/06/pls-stop-taking-more-things-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-5918417113003739346</id><published>2008-06-19T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:51.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering isnt the best thing sometimes.</title><summary type='text'>cycling at ecp brought back too much memories.we got caught at the singapore flyer cos it rained heavily. but at leastt we found our way to the singapore flyer. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/5918417113003739346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=5918417113003739346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/5918417113003739346'/><link rel='self' 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happens? its the feeling i get when i see lousier, dark horses team scoring a goal, the expressions that have on their face during the Euro matches. that jubilation that sends chills down my spine. the same feeling when i hear a really strong and powerful voice sing. ive been getting a lot of that lately. alot of these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1546227093902309957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=1546227093902309957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1546227093902309957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1546227093902309957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-feeling-you-get-when-something.html' title=''/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-4424280438319625787</id><published>2008-06-07T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:19:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i survived anoher week of work! in 2 days i opened 3 bottles of champagne wihtout the pop sound! the first bottle that din pop was really stressful cos i opened it by the bar, where 2 bartenders and my server and server capt were all watching me. and they applauded [including the guests] when they said its my first bottle. wah i felt so light and proud of myself man! :) but on the other hand fuck</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2549056185308222849</id><published>2008-06-05T07:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:43:34.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>do you know?</title><summary type='text'>that a champagne bottle has a hole under for you to stick your finger in to hold it when u are pouring champagne out. and hopefully by this week [ 2more working days ] i will master opening a champange bottle without the pop sound.wasabi chips are getting really addictive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2549056185308222849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2549056185308222849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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chamnpagneglass martiniglass.... and today i learnt to take orders! which is really fun except tt i sometimes dnno what the hell they are talking abt and i dun rmb the prices by heart yet! but its a complicated place. and there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/1259413660053090435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=1259413660053090435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1259413660053090435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/1259413660053090435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/05/job-7.html' title='job #7'/><author><name>car0line</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-2384228612531696445</id><published>2008-05-26T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:32:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is really one great speech, one of the best that i have ever heard. and it helped me made up my mind about some stuff. thanks qh for the intro, and i hope that it would help give everyone some directions too =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/2384228612531696445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=2384228612531696445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-7595544590314863798</id><published>2008-05-24T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:52.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alcoholics club</title><summary type='text'>the whole group gg to the arenai love this photo. the 4 of us! pity ml din come.this was how fucking high we all were. dance dance dance dance jump jump jump!st james - the everybody photothe babesi bet in the next 14 days i will be in some club again soon. [hopefully dancing and drinking and not working please!]im in a safe place now:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/7595544590314863798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=7595544590314863798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7595544590314863798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/7595544590314863798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/05/alcoholics-club.html' title='alcoholics club'/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/SDg_NN86BFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/OJyvYmDBhME/s72-c/s524453935_491868_467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-3643135014118566836</id><published>2008-05-22T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:54.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lychee martini is love</title><summary type='text'>i have never had a more exciting week! symphony of voices with felicia. once again the choir gave a really impressive performance. felt tt it was super worth my money, and it was a good time that i had catching up with fel. sunday pooling and hans. met up with the army boys after not seeing them for damm long. but seriously army is their life now man. i bet they din see themselves like this a few</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/3643135014118566836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=3643135014118566836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3643135014118566836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/3643135014118566836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/05/lychee-martini-is-love.html' title='lychee martini is love'/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/SDUOb986A3I/AAAAAAAAAtc/iJcnn2nrC3s/s72-c/Cheryl+is+my+darling1676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762608.post-8541710471905705052</id><published>2008-05-15T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:55.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>turning nineteen :)</title><summary type='text'>ah, so the birthday week is finally over. for the may babies, happy birthday boon and joanna! ive had a very fun filled birthday this year.  got a treat from jaytee on wed since he had to work for like 48hrs straight on thurs onwards. we took 2 photos, one i smiled nicely but he look retarded. but the other one which i tickled him and he was smiling so nicely, i look constipated. :( but still, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/feeds/8541710471905705052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5762608&amp;postID=8541710471905705052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8541710471905705052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762608/posts/default/8541710471905705052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lin3.blogspot.com/2008/05/turning-nineteen.html' title='turning nineteen :)'/><author><name>car0line</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqMUjw_DDpE/SCxS5sGVW3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/FhQOSXWjJlM/s72-c/Cheryl+is+my+darling1652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
